PSALM VIII. Aug. 14. 1653. O JEHOVAH Our Lord, how wonderous great Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings thou Hast founded strength, because of all thy foes, To stint the enemy, and slack the avenger's brow, That bends his rage thy Providence to oppose. When I behold thy heavens, thy fingers' art, set In the pure firmament; then saith my heart, And think'st upon him; or of man begot, That him thou visit'st, and of him art found! Scarce to be less than God's thou mad'st his lot, With honour and with state thou hast him crown'd. O'er the works of thy hand thou mad'st him Lord, Fowl of the heavens, and fish that through the wet Sea-paths in shoals do slide, and know no dearth, O Jehovah our Lord, how wonderous great And glorious is thý Name through all the earth! Nine of the Psalms done into metre, wherein all, but what is in a different character, are the very words of the text, translated from the original. PSALM LXXX. 1. THOU Shepherd, that dost Israel keep Give ear in time of need? Who leadest like a flock of sheep Thy loved Joseph's seed; That sitt'st between the Cherubs bright, Shine forth, and from thy cloud give light, 2. In Ephraim's view and Benjamin's, 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, 4. Lord God of Hosts, how long wilt thou, 5. Thou feed'st them with the bread of tears; Their bread with tears they eat; And mak'st them largely drink the tears 6. A strife thou mak'st us and a prey 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, And drov'st out nations, proud and haut, 9 Thou didst prepare for it a place, 10. With her green shade that cover'd all, 11. Here 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, 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 Behold us, but without a frown, |