Author: David Mowbray, 1938- Hymnal: TBP1997 #48 (1997) Meter: 7.7.7.7 Lyrics: 1 God of hosts, you chose a vine
meant to bear the finest wine,
set it in a promised land,
nurtured by your careful hand.
2 Like a cedar, it grew strong-
deep its roots, its tendrils long;
yet, in envy those around
stripped its branches to the ground.
3 Desolate, to God we cry:
"Spare us from the enemy!"
God of hosts, turn back again,
all such wickedness restrain.
4 Turn us too, for we have failed,
faithfulness has not prevailed;
visit, Lord, and heal your vine,
on its fruit let glory shine! Topics: Discouragement / Despair; Lament; Land; Metrical Psalms; Repentance; Wine Scripture: Psalm 80:8-12 Languages: English Tune Title: ST. BEES
God of hosts, you chose a vine