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!
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|Church Hymnary (4th ed.) #51||Psalm 80||God of hosts, you chose a vine||ST BEES||David Mowbray (b. 1938)||77 77||Psalm 80:14-15; Psalm 80:7-10||2005||Penitence ||