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PSALM 79. L.M.
Complaint of the church against enemies. (cont.)

3	"Where is your God of boasted pow'r, "And where the promise of his grace?"
4	Deep from the prison's horrid gloom, O! hear the mournful captive sigh; And let thy sov'reign pow'r reprieve The trembling souls condemn'd to die.
5	Let those who dar'd t' insult thy reign, Return dismay'd with endless shame; While heathens, who thy grace despise, Shall from thy vengeance learn thy name.
6	So shall thy children, freed from death, Eternal songs of honour raise; And ev'ry future age shall tell Thy sov'reign pow'r and pard'ning grace.

PSALM 80. First Part. L.M.
The prayer of the church under affliction.

1	GREAT Shepherd of thine Israel, Who didst between the cherubs dwell, And lead the tribes, thy chosen sheep, Safe thro' the desert and the deep.
2	Thy church is in the desert now, Shine from on high, and guide us through: Turn us to thee, thy love restore, We shall be sav'd and sigh no more.
3	Great God, whom heav'nly hosts obey, How long shall we lament and pray, And wait in vain thy kind return? How long shall thy fierce anger burn?
4	Instead of wine and cheerful bread, Thy saints with their own tears are fed: Turn us to thee, thy love restore, We shall be sav'd, and sigh no more.

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PSALM 80. Second Part. L.M.
The vineyard of God wasted.

1	LORD thou hast planted with thy hands A lovely vine in heathen lands; 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! But now, dear Lord, look down and see Thy mourning vine, that lovely tree.
3	Why is its beauty thus defac'd? Why hast thou laid her fences waste? Strangers and foes against her join, And ev'ry beast devours thy vine.
4	Return, almighty God, return; Nor let thy bleeding vineyard mourn: Turn us to thee, thy love restore; We shall be sav'd, and sigh no more.

PSALM 80. Third Part. L.M.
Christ, the defender of his church.

1	LORD, when thy vine in Canaan grew, 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: