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Thou, who ledest Joseph, like a flock

Thou, who ledest Joseph, like a flock

Author: John Barnard
Published in 1 hymnal

Full Text

1. Thou, who led'st Joseph, like a flock,
O Israel's shepherd hear;
Who dwell'st between the cherubims
Shine forth in glory there.
2. Before Manasseh, Benjamin,
With Ephraim, thy rearward;
Stir up thy strength, and speedy come,
Our Savior, and our guard.

5. Turn us again, O God, and cause
Thy face, so used to save,
To shine forth upon us, then we
Deliverance shall have.
4. How long, Jehovah, God of Hosts,
Wilt thou, in anger, smoke
Against thy people's mournful prayer,
And they in vain invoke.

5. Thou dost abundant flowing tears,
For meat, and drink, impose.
6. A strife we're to our neighbors made;
A laughter to our foes.
7. Turn us, O God of Hosts, and cause
Thy face, so used to save.
To shine forth upon us, then we
Deliverance shall have.

Second Part

8. From Egypt thou didst bring a vine,
Under oppression bred;
The heathen, noxious weeds, cast out,
And plant it in their stead.
9. Before it thou prepared'st room,
Where it was meant to stand;
There thou didst make it take deep root,
It grew, and filled the land.

10. It's shade did mountains over-cast,
And boughs God's cedars hide.
11. Her arms stretched to the western sea,
Her branch Euphrates side.
12. Oh! why then hast thou broken down
Her hedge, and laid her bare?
That all the passengers that way,
Do her in pieces tear.

13. The boar, out of the wood, doth root.
And sadly lay it waste;
The wild beasts of the field do make
Her clusters their repast.

Third Part

14. Return, O God of Hosts, we pray,
And let thine heart incline,
To look from heaven, and behold,
And visit soon this vine.
15. The vineyard, which thine own right hand
Did plant, and guard so long;
The branch, which for thy self alone,
Thou mad'st so very strong.

16. Behold, thy vine is burnt with fire,
It's branches are cut down;
They perish do at thy rebuke,
Because thy face doth frown.
17. Upon the man of thy right hand,
Let thy hand be displayed;
Upon the son of man, whom thou
Strong, for thy self, hast made.

18. So we will not from thee revolt.
Nor more incur thy blame;
Oh, do thou us revive, and we
Will call upon thy name.
19. Lord, God of Hosts, turn us, and cause
Thy face, so used to save,
To shine forth upon us, then we
Deliverance shall have.

A New Version of the Psalms of David, 1752

Author: John Barnard

John Barnard, born in Boston, Nov. 6, 1681; in 1752 made a version of psalms with the music; settled at Marblehead; introduced new music ther; died Jan 14, 1770, aged 89. A Dictionary of Musical Information by John W. Moore, Boston: Oliver, Ditson & Company, 1876  Go to person page >

Text Information

First Line: Thou, who ledest Joseph, like a flock
Author: John Barnard
Place of Origin: Marblehead, Massachusetts
Language: English



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