John Milton Poem

Psalm 80

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1 Thou Shepherd that dost Israel keep
    Give ear in time of need,
Who leadest like a flock of sheep
    Thy loved Josephs seed,
That sitt’st between the Cherubs bright 
    Between their wings out-spread
Shine forth, and from thy cloud give light,
    And on our foes thy dread

2 In Ephraims view and Benjamins,
    And in Manasse’s sight 
Awake *thy strength, come, and be seen
    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 *smoaking wrath, and angry brow
    Against thy peoples praire. 

5 Thou feed’st them with the bread of tears,
    Their bread with tears they eat,
And mak’st them *largely drink the tears
    Wherewith their cheeks are wet.

6 A strife thou mak’st us and a prey 
    To every neighbour foe,
Among themselves they *laugh, they *play,
    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 Ægypt thou hast brought,
    Thy free love made it thine,
And drov’st out Nations proud and haut 
    To plant this lovely Vine.

9 Thou did’st prepare for it a place
    And root it deep and fast,
That it began to grow apace,
    And fill’d the land at last. 

10 With her green shade that cover’d all,
    The Hills were over-spread,
Her Bows 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
    And brok’n down her Fence, 
That all may pluck her, as they go,
    With rudest violence?

13 The tusked Boar out of the wood
    Up turns it by the roots,
Wild Beasts there brouze, and make their food 
    Her Grapes and tender Shoots.

14 Return now, God of Hosts, look down
    From Heav’n, thy Seat divine,
Behold us, but without a frown,
    And visit this thy Vine.

15 Visit this Vine, which thy right hand
    Hath set and planted long,
And the young branch, that for thy self
    Thou hast made firm and strong.

16 But now it is consum’d with fire,
    And cut with Axes down,
They perish at thy dreadfull ire,
    At thy rebuke and frown.

17 Upon the man of thy right hand
    Let thy good hand be laid, 
Upon the Son of Man, whom thou
    Strong for thy self hast made.

18 So shall we not go back from thee
    To wayes of sin and shame,
Quick’n us thou, then gladly wee
    Shall call upon thy Name.
Return us, and thy grace divine
    Lord God of Hosts voutsafe,
Cause thou thy face on us to shine,
    And then we shall be safe.

Psalm 81
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