April. 1648. J. M.

Nine of the Pfalms done into Metre, wherein all, but what is in a different character, are the very words of the Text, tranflated from the Original.

THO

PPAL. LXXX.

Hou Shepherd that doft Ifrael keep
Give ear in time of need,

Who leadeft like a flock of Sheep

Thy loved Jofeph's feed,

That fit'ft between the Cherubs bright
Between their wings out-fpread

Shine forth, and from thy cloud give light,
And on our foes thy dread.

2 In Ephraim's view and Benjamin's,
And in Manaffe's fight,

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Awake thy ftrength, come, & be feen

To fave us by thy might.

3 Turn us again, thy grace divine To us O God vouchsafe;

Cause thou thy face on us to fhine,

And then we fhall be fafe.

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4 Lord God of Hofts, how long wilt thou, How long wilt thou declare

Thy tfmooking wrath, e angry vow Gnafbanta. Against thy Peoples prayer?

5 Thou feedft them with the bread of tears, Their bread with tears they eat,

And mak'ft them largely drink the tears Shalih. Wherewith their cheeks are wet.

6 A ftrife thou mak'ft us and a prey To every neighbour foe,

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Among themfelves they laugh, they
And flouts at us they throw.

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7 Return

7 Return us, and thy grace divine,
O God of Hofts vouchsafe,
Caufe thou thy face on us to fhine,
And then we shall be safe.

8 A Vine from Egypt thou haft brought,
Thy free love made it thine,
And drov'ft out Nations, proud and haut,
To plant this lovely Vine.
9 Thou did't prepare for it a place,
And root it deep and faft,
That it began to grow apace,
And fill'd the land at last.

10 With her green fhade that cover'd all,
The hills were over- -Spread,
Her boughs as high as Cedars tall
Advanc'd their lofty head.

II Her branches on the western fide
Down to the Sea fhe fent,
And upward to that River wide
Her other, branches went.

12 Why haft thou laid her hedges low,
And broken down her fence,

That all may pluck her, as they go,
With rudeft violence?

13 The tusked. Boar out of the wood
Up turns it by the roots,

Wild beats there brouze and make their food
Her grapes and tender shoots.

14 Return now, God of Hofts, look down
From Heav'n, thy Seat divine,

Behold us, but without a frown,

And vifit this thy Vine.

1 Vifit this Vine, which thy right hand
Hath fet, and planted long,

And the young branch, that for thy felf
Thou haft made firm and ftrong.

16 But now it is confum'd with fire,
And cut with axes down,

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