And think'st upon him; or of man begot, That him thou visit'st, and of him art found! Scarce to be less than gods, thou mad'st his lot, With honour and with state thou hast him** wn'ċ O'er the works of thy hand thou mad'st im Lord, Fowl of the heavens, and fish that through the we APRIL, 1648. J. M. Nine of the Psalms done into metre, wherein all, but what is in a different character, are the very words of the text translated from the original. PSALM LXXX. 1 THOU, Shepherd, that dost Israel keep, Who leadest like a flock of sheep That sitt'st between the Cherubs bright, 2 In Ephraim's view and Benjamin's, Awake thy strength, come, and be seen 3 Turn us again; thy grace divine Cause thou thy face on us to shine, 4 Lord of Hosts! how long wilt thou, 5 Thou feed'st them with the bread of tears; 6 A strife thou mak'st us and a prey Among themselves they laugh, they play, 7 Return us, and thy grace divine, 8 A vine from Egypt thou hast brought, And drov'st out nations, proud and haught, 9 Thou didst prepare for it a place, And root it deep and fast, That it began to grow apace, And fill'd the land at last. 10 With her green shade that cover'd all, Her boughs as high as cedars tall 11 Her branches on the western side 12 Why hast thou laid her hedges low, That all may pluck her, as they go, 13 The tusked boar out of the wood Wild beasts there browse, and make their food 14 Return now, God of Hosts! look down From Heaven, thy seat divine; And visit this thy vine. 15 Visit this vine, which thy right hand And the young branch, that for thyself 16 But now it is consum'd with fire, They perish at thy dreadful ire, 17 Upon the man of thy right hand 18 So shall we not go back from thee Quicken us thou; then gladly we 19 Return us, and thy grace divine, PSALM LXXXI. 1 To God our strength sing loud, and clear, Sing loud to God our King; To Jacob's God, that all may hear, 2 Prepare a hymn, prepare a song, 3 Blow, as is wont, in the new moon, 4 This was a statute given of old, A law of Jacob's God, to hold, From whence they might not swerve. 5 This he a testimony' ordain'd When as he pass'd through Egypt land; 6 From burden, and from slavish toil, His hands from pots, and miry soil, 7 When trouble did thee sore assail, 8 Hear, O my people, hearken well; 9 Throughout the land of thy abode 10 I am the Lord thy God, which brought 11 And yet my people would not hear, And Israel, whom I lov'd so dear, 12 Then did I leave them to their will, Their own conceits they follow'd still, 13 0, that my people would be wise, To walk my righteous ways! |