80 (1) | Psalm 80 Version 1 | LM | |
O SHEPHERD of the church, give ear, Lord above highest angelshear; Thou Who didst lead Thy chosen sheep Safe through the desert and the deep. |
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2 | Lord, Thou hast planted with Thy hands A lovely vine in heathen lands; How did those spreading branches shoot And bless the nations with their fruit! |
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3 | But now its beauty is defaced, And foes have laid her fences waste; Return, O God! How long! Return! Nor let Thy failing vineyard mourn. |
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4 | Lord, when this vine in Canaan grew, Thou gavest strength and glory too; Kept it through years from numerous foes Until the Branch of promise rose. |
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5 | Fair Branch, ordained of old to shoot From David’s stock, from Jacob’s root, Our Saviour came to Israel’s land, Down from His throne at Thy right hand. |
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6 | O for His sake attend our cry, Shine on our churches lest they die, Turn us to Thee, revive, restore, We shall be saved and blessed once more. |
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Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 |