THE PSALMS of DAVID, PSALM LXXX

Thou, who led'st Ioseph, like a Flock, O Isr'el's Shepherd hear; Who dwell'st between the Cherubims, Shine forth in Glory there. Before Manasseh, Benjamin, With Ephraim, thy Rearward; Stir up thy Strength, and speedy come, Our Saviour, and our Guard. Turn us again, O God, and cause Thy Face, so us'd to save, To shine forth upon us, then we Deliverance shall have. How long, Iehovah, God of Hosts, Wilt thou, in Anger, smoke Against thy People's mournful Pray'r, And they in vain invoke. Thou do'st abundant slowing Tears, For Meat, and Drink, impose. A Strife we're to our Neighbours made; A Laughter to our Foes. Turn us, O God of Hosts, and cause Thy Face, so us'd to save, To shine forth upon us, then we Deliverance shall have.