So as above the Heav'ns thy praise to set With honor and with state thou hast him crown'd. Nine of the Psalms done into meter, wherein all, but what is in a different character, are the very words of the text, translated from the original. April 1648. J. M. 1 Psalm LXXX. THOU Shepherd that dost Israel keep Who leadest like a flock of sheep Thy loved Joseph's seed, That sits between the cherubs bright 2 In Ephraim's view and Benjamin's, Awake* thy strength, come, and be seen * Gnorera. To save us by thy might. 3 Turn us again, thy grace divine To us O God vouchsafe; Cause thou thy face on us to shine, And then we shall be safe. 4 Lord God of Hosts, how long wilt thou, How long wilt thou declare * Thy smoking wrath, and angry brow* Gnashanta. Against thy people's pray'r ! 5 Thou feed'st them with the bread of tears, Their bread with tears they eat, And make'st them * largely drink the tears* Shalish. Wherewith their cheeks are wet. 6 A strife thou mak'st us and a prey To every neighbour foe, * Among themselves they laugh, they O God of Hosts vouchsafe, Cause thou thy face on us to shine, play, * Jilgnagu. 8 A vine from Egypt thou hast brought, And fill'd the land at last. 10 With her green shade that cover'd all, The hills were over-spread, Her boughs as high as cedars tall Advanc'd their lofty head. 11 Her branches on the western side Down to the sea she sent, And upward to that river wide Her other branches went. 12 Why hast thou laid her hedges low, That all may pluck her, as they go, 13 The tushed boar out of the wood Up turns it by the roots, Wild beasts there brouze, and make their food 14 Return now, God of Hosts, look down 15 Visit this vine, which thy right hand` And the young branch, that for thyself 17 Upon the Man of thy right hand 18 So shall we not go back from thee 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, The cheerful psaltry bring along, A law of Jacob's God, to hold, From whence they might not swerve. When as he pass'd through Egypt land; His hands from pots, and miry soil 6 When trouble did thee sore assail, And I to free thee did not fail, And led thee out of thrall. G |