Psalm 60.
LOrd, thou of late hast cast us off,
and scatt'red us abroad,
Thou hast been sore displeas'd with us,
return to us, O God.
[verse 2] Thou mad'st the earth and state to quake,
and it thine anger brake,
The breaches of it now make up,
for it doth sorely shake.
[verse 3] Thou shewd'st hard things, and brought'st them on
the people that are thine,
Thou hast of great astonistment
made us to drink the wine.
[verse 4] But yet to gather them again,
as many as thee fear,
A banner thou hast now displaid,
to make thy truth appear.