9 Thou did❜ft prepare for it a place, And root it deep and faft, That it began to grow apace, di ? And fill'd the Land at laft. 10 With her green fhade that cover'd all, The Hills were over-spread, เ Her Bows as high as Cedars tall Advanc'd their lofty head. 11 Her branches on the western fide Down to the Sea she sent, And upward to that River wide Her other branches went. 12 Why haft thou laid her Hedges low, And brok'n down her Fence, That all may pluck her, as they go, 13 With rudeft violence? 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 Hofts, look down From Heav'n, thy Seat divine, Behold 15 Visit this Vine, which thy right hand Hath fet, and planted long, And the young branch, that for thy self 16 But now it is confum'd with fire, They perish at thy dreadful ire, At thy rebuke and frown. 17 Upon the Man of thy right hand Let thy good hand be laid, Upon the Son of Man, whom thou 18 So fhall we not go back from thee Quick'n us thou, then gladly we Shall call upon thy Name. 19 Return us, and thy grace divine Lord God of Hofts vouchsafe Cause thou thy face on us to fhine, And then we shall be safe. PSAL. LXXXI. O God our strength fing loud, and clear, "T Sing loud to God our King, To Jacob's God, that all may bear Loud acclamations ring. 2 Prepare a Hymn, prepare a Song, The cheerful Pfaltry bring along, 3 Blow, as is wont, in the new Moon Th' appointed time, the day whereon 4 This was a Statute giv❜n of old For Ifrael to obferve, A Law of Jacob's God, to hold, 1 From whence they might not fwerve. 5 This he a Testimony ordain'd In Jofeph, not to change, When as he pass'd through Egypt Land; The Tongue I heard was strange. OI 6 From burden, and from flavish toyle I fet his fhoulder free: His hands from pots, and mirie foyle, 7 When trouble did thee fore assail, And I to free thee did not fail, And led thee out of thrall. I anfwer'd thee in* Thunder deep I try'd thee at the water fleep Of Meriba renown'd. 8 Hear, O my People, heark'n well, I teftifie to thee, Thou ancient flock of Ifrael, If thou wilt lift to me, 9 Throughout the Land of thy abode No alien God shall be, Nor shalt thou to a foreign God In Honour bend thy knee. *Be Sether 10 I am the Lord thy God which brought Thee out of Egypt Land, Ask large enough, and I, befought, 11 And yet my people would not hear, Nor hearken to my voice; And Ifrael, whom I lov'd fo dear, Miflik'd me for his choice. 12 Then did I leave them to their will, Their own conceits they follow'd still, 13 O that my People would be wife, And O that Ifrael would advise To walk my righteous ways. 14 Then would I foon bring down their foes, That now fo proudly rife, And turn my hand against all thofe That are their enemies. 100/ 15 Who hate the Lord fhould then be fain To bow to him and bend, I lupa But they, his People, should remain, Their time should have no end.". 16 And |