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The hills were covered round about
with shade that from it came;
Also the cedars strong and stout,
with branches of the same.
Why then didst thou her walls destroy?
her hedge plucked up thou hast;
That all the folk that pass thereby,
the same do spoil and waste.
The boar out of the wood so wild
doth dig and root it out,
The furious beasts out of the field
devour it all about.
O Lord of hosts, return again,
from heav'n do thou look down;
Behold, and with thy help sustain
thy vineyard overthrown.
Thy pleasant vine, thy Israel,
which thy right hand hath set;
The same which thou didst love so well,
O Lord, do not forget:
They lop and cut it off apace,
they burn it down with fire;
And through the frowning of thy face
we perish in thine ire.
Let thy right hand be with him now,
whom thou hast kept so long;
And with the son of man, whom thou
to thee hast made so strong.
And so, when thou hast set us free,
and sav-ed us from shame;
Then will we never fall from thee,
but call upon thy Name.
O Lord of hosts, through thy good grace,
convert us unto thee;
Behold us with a pleasant face,
and then full safe are we.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1562,1812
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 80:11-19;
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