1 O Israels Shepherd, Joseph's Guide,
Our Pray'rs to thee vouchsafe to hear!
Thou that dost on the Cherubs ride,
Again in solemn State appear:
Ev'n thou that dost thy People keep,
And lead'st them like a Flock of Sheep.

2 Behold, how Benjamin expects,
With Ephraim and Manasseh join'd,
In our Deliv'rance, the Effects
Of thy resistless Strength to find.
Turn us, O LORD, thy Face display,
And all our Grief shall pass away.

3 O thou, whom heav'nly Hosts obey!
How long shall thy fierce Anger burn?
How long thy suff'ring People pray,
And to their Pray'rs have no Return?
Thou mak'st to eat the Bread of Woe,
And drink of Fears that largely flow.

4 For us the Heathen Nations round,
As for a common Prey contest;
Our Foes with spiteful Joy abound,
And at our lost Condition jest:
Turn us, O LORD, thy Face display,
And all our Grief shall pass away.

Part II

5 Thou brought'st a Vine from Egypt's Land;
And, casting out the Heathen Race,
Did'st plant it with thine own Right-Hand,
And firmly fix'd it in their Place.
Thou mad'st it take a lasting Root,
And o'er all the Land its Branches shoot.

6 The Hills were cover'd with its Shade,
Its goodly Boughs did Cedars seem,
Its Branches to the Sea were spread,
And reach'd to proud Euphrates Stream.
Thus Earth and Sea were covered o'er,
With the thick Foliage which it bore.

7 Why then, hast thou, its Hedge o'erthrown,
Which thou had'st made so firm and strong,
Whilst all its Grapes, defenceless grown,
Are pluck'd by those that pass along;
It's Fruit the savage Monsters claim,
And wild Boars root up the same.

Part III

8 To thee, O God of Hosts, we pray;
Thy wonted Goodness, LORD, renew,
From Heav'n thy Throne, this Vine survey,
And her sad State in Pity view.
Preserve the Branch thou mad'st so strong,
The place thy Hand did guard so long.

9 To wasting Flames 'tis made a Prey,
And all its spreading Boughs cut down;
At thy Rebuke they soon decay,
And perish at thy dreadful Frown.
Crown thou the King with good Success,
By thy right Hand secur'd from Wrong:
The Son of Man in Mercy bless.

18 So shall we still continue free
From whatsoe'er deserves thy Blame;
And if once more reviv'd by thee,
Will always praise thy holy Name.
Turn us, O LORD, thy Face display
And all our Grief shall pass away.