|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.
|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!
|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.
|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.
|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.
|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.
|Isaac Watts, 1674-1748|