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O Thou great Shepherd
of Thy chosen race,
Who leadest like a flock
Thine Israel dear,
From out the cherubim
reveal Thy face,
Before our host now
let Thy might appear.
Come Thou, O God,
to save us and restore;
We shall be saved when shines
Thy face once more.
How long, O Lord,
wilt Thou disdain our prayer?
For Thou hast fed us
with the bread of tears,
And bitter sorrow
Thou hast made us share;
The nations round us
mock with scornful jeers.
O God of hosts,
Thy people now restore;
We shall be saved when shines
Thy face once more.
A vine Thou broughtest forth
from Egypt’s land;
The nations were thrust out
to give it room;
It took deep root,
it spread on every hand,
The hills were covered
with its shade and bloom;
Its boughs were like great cedars
spreading wide;
They reached the sea,
its roots the riverside.
Why hast Thou broken down
its circling wall
That they may pluck
who pass along the way?
Wild beasts from out
the wood destroy it all
And feed upon Thy vine
by night and day.
O God of hosts,
we pray Thee now restore;
We shall be saved when shines
Thy face once more.
Look down, behold
and visit this Thy vine
Which Thou hast planted
with Thine own right hand,
The branch Thou hast made
strong and owned as Thine,
For it is burned with fire,
no more to stand;
Thy people perish
in Thine anger sore
Because Thy face now shines
on them no more.
O let Thy hand
Thy chosen one sustain,
The son of man
Thou madest strong to be;
So we shall faithful
to Thy cause remain;
Revive Thou us, and we
will call on Thee.
Jehovah, God of hosts, again restore:
We shall be saved when shines
Thy face once more.
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10 10 10 10 10 10
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Ps 80;
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LANGRAN
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10 10 10 10 10 10
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1861,1863
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