5 10 15 That sitt'st between the Cherubs bright, Between their wings out-spread, And on our foes thy dread. And in Manasse's sight, 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. How long wilt thou declare Against thy people's prayer ! Their bread with tears they eat, Wherewith their cheeks are wet. 6 A strife thou mak’st us and a prey To every neighbour foe, And flouts at us they throw. 7 Return us, and thy grace divine, O God of Hosts, vouchsafe, Cause thou thy face on us to shine, And then we shall be safe. 8 A Vine from Egypt thou hast brought, Thy free love made it thine, 2) 25 30 35 40 45 And drov’st out nations, proud and haut, To plant this lovely vine. And root it deep and fast, And fill'd the land at last. The hills were over-spread, Advanc'd their lofty head. Down to the sea she sent, Her other branches went. 50 That all may pluck her, as they go, With rudest violence ? Up turns it by the roots, grapes and tender shoots. From Heav'n, thy seat divine, And visit this thy vine. 60 35 haut] • Proude and haute.' Skelton's Magnyfycence, p. xi. xxvi. • Ill and haut.' Barclay's Ship of Fooles, p. 214. 240. "Strife hatching haut ambition.' Sylvester's Du Bartas, p. 135. 65 70 15 Visit this vine, which thy right hand Hath set, and planted long, Thou hast made firm and strong. 16 But now it is consum'd with fire, And cut with axes down, At thy rebuke and frown. Let thy good hand be laid, Strong for thyself hast made. To ways of sin and shame; Shall call upon thy Name. Lord God of Hosts, vouchsafe ; And then we shall be safe. 75 80 PSALM LXXXI. 1 To God our strength sing loud, and clear, Sing loud to God our King, Loud acclamations ring. The timbrel hither bring, a 5 10 15 20 The cheerful psaltry bring along, And harp with pleasant string. With trumpets’ lofty sound, Our solemn feast comes round. 4 This was a statute giv'n of old For Israel to observe, From whence they might not swerve. 5 This he a testimony ordain’d In Joseph, not to change, The tongue I heard was strange. 6 From burden, and from slavish toil I set his shoulder free; Deliver'd were by me. On me then didst thou call, And led thee out of thrall. With clouds encompass'd round; Of Meribah renown'd. I testify to thee, If thou wilt list to me, 25 30 35 40 45 50 9 Throughout the land of thy abode No alien God shall be, In honour bend thy knee. Thee out of Egypt land; Will grant thy full demand. Nor hearken to my voice; Mislik'd me for his choice. And to their wand'ring mind; Their own devices blind. To serve me all their days, To walk my righteous ways. That now so proudly rise, That are their enemies. To bow to him and bend ; Their time should have no end. 48 55 60 65 VOL. JI. |