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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=413017" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Psalm 80</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The church's prayer under affliction; or, The vineyard of God wasted.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Great Shepherd of thine Israel,<br>Who didst between the cherubs dwell,<br>And lead the tribes, thy chosen sheep,<br>Safe through the desert and the deep;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy church is in the desert now,<br>Shine from on high and guide us through;<br>Turn us to thee, thy love restore,<br>We shall be saved and sigh no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Great God, whom heav'nly hosts obey,<br>How long shall we lament and pray,<br>And wait in vain thy kind return?<br>How long shall thy fierce anger burn?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Instead of wine and cheerful bread<br>Thy saints with their own tears are fed:<br>Turn us to thee, thy love restore,<br>We shall be saved, and sigh no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">PAUSE I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hast thou not planted with thy hands<br>A lovely vine in heathen lands?<br>Did not thy power defend it round,<br>And heav'nly dews enrich the ground?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How did the spreading branches shoot,<br>And bless the nations with the fruit!<br>But now, dear Lord, look down and see<br>Thy mourning vine, that lovely tree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why is its beauty thus defaced?<br>Why hast thou laid her fences waste?<br>Strangers and foes against her join,<br>And every beast devours the vine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Return, Almighty God, return,<br>Nor let thy bleeding vineyard mourn;<br>Turn us to thee, thy love restore,<br>We shall be saved, and sigh no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">PAUSE II.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lord, when this vine in Canaan grew,<br>Thou wast its strength and glory too;<br>Attacked in vain by all its foes,<br>Till the fair Branch of Promise rose:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fair Branch, ordained of old to shoot<br>From David's stock, from Jacob's root;<br>Himself a noble vine, and we<br>The lesser branches of the tree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis thy own Son; and he shall stand<br>Girt with thy strength at thy right hand;<br>Thy first-born Son, adorned and blest<br>With power and grace above the rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O for his sake attend our cry,<br>Shine on thy churches lest they die;<br>Turn us to thee, thy love restore,<br>We shall be saved, and sigh no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Isaac+Watts">Isaac Watts</a><div class=q>
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Great Shepherd of thine Israel,
Who didst between the cherubs dwell,
And lead the tribes, thy chosen sheep,
Safe through the desert and the deep;

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