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PSALM 80, Second Part. L. M.
The vineyard of God wasted. | LORD thou hast planted with thy hands
A lovely ; Thy pow'r defended it around,
And heav'nly dews enrich'd the ground. 2 How did the spreading branches shoot,
And bless the nations with the fruit !
Thy mourning vine, that lovely tree. 3 Why is its beauty thus defac'd ?
Why hast thou laid her fences waste?
And ev'ry beast devours thy vine. 4 Return, almighty God, return;
Nor let thy bleeding vineyard mourn :
PSALM 80. Third Part. L. M.
Christ, the defender of his church. 1 Thou wast its strength and glory too ;
, Attack'd in vain by all its foes,
'Till the fair Branch of promise rose. 2 Fair Branch, ordain'd of old to shoot
From David's stock, from Jacob's root; Himself a noble Vine, and we
The lesser branches of the Tree. 3 'Tis thy own Son; and he shall stand
Girt with thy strength, at thy right hand; Th’ eternal Son, enthron'd and blest,
To give his suffering people rest. 4 O! for his sake attend our cry,
Shine on thy churches, lest they die :
Turn us to thee, thy love restore ;
PSALM 81. S. M.
The warnings of God to his people.' 1 SING to the Lord aloud
And make a joyful noise : God is our strength, our Saviour God.
Let Israel hear his voice. 2 « From vile idolatry
“ Preserve my worship clean ; "I am the Lord who set thee free
“ From slavery and sin.
“And I'll supply them well ; “But if ye will refuse your God,
“ If Israel well, rebel,
66 To their own lusts a prey,
66 'Tis their own chosen way. 5 “ Yet O, that all my saints
“ Would hearken to my voice! 56 Soon would I ease their sore complaints,
“ And bid their hearts rejoice. 6 " While I destroy'd their foes,
“ I'd richly feed my flock, “ And they should taste the stream, that flows * From their eternal Rock."
PSALM 82. L. M.. God the supreme ruler ; or, magistrates warned.. 1
A greater Ruler takes his seat;
2 Why will
then frame wicked laws ? Or why support th' unrighteous cause? When will ye once defend the poor,
That sinners vex the saints no more? 3 They know not, Lord, nor will they know;
Dark are the ways in which they go :
For they shall fall, and die like men. 4 Arise, O Lord, and let thy Son
Possess his universal throne;
PSALM 83. S. M.
Perpetual silence keep?
And let his vengeance sleep?
The men of mischief spread!
Lift up their threat'ning head.
Their counsels they employ
Pursues them to destroy.
“ To root them from the ground; « Till not the name of saints remain,
“Nor mem'ry shall be found.' 5 Awake, almighty God!
And call thy wrath to mind: Give them like forests to the fire,
Or stubble to the wind.
6 Convince their madness, Lord,
And make them seek thy name: Or else their stubborn rage confound,
That they may die in shame. 7 Then shall the nations know
That glorious dreadful word:
And thou the sov'reign Lord.
The pleasure of public worship.
OW pleasant, how divinely fair,
O Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are ! With long desire my spirit faints
To meet th' assemblies of thy saints. 2 My flesh would rest in thine abode,
My panting heart cries out for God;
So far from all my joys, and thee?
And for her young provides her nest;
That pleasure which his children want? 4 Blest are the saints who sit on high,
Around thy throne of majesty;
And seek thy face, and learn thy praise. 6 Blest are the men whose hearts are set
To find the way to Zion's gate :
7 Cheerful they walk with growing strength,
Till all shall meet in heav'n at length;
Grace and glory.
The joy, that from thy presence springs: To spend one day, with thee on earth,
Exceeds a thousand days of mirth. 2 Might I enjoy the meanest place
Within thy house, O God of grace;
Should tempt my feet to leave thy door. 3 God is our sun, he makes our day;
God is our shield, he guards our way
From foes without and foes within. 4 All needful grace God will bestow,
And crown that grace with glory too :
No real good from upright souls.
The glorious hosts of heav'n obey;
Longing for the house of God.
How pleasant and how fair
Thine earthly temples are