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Psalm for Sunday - Restore your Vineyard, Lord

Oops... Just realised that I missed out on last week's Psalm for Sunday... Had one all ready for Back to Church Sunday as well... Never mind - I'll post it next year (bet you can't wait)! Anyway, today's one is taken from the Psalm in today's lectionary readings, which all focus on the image of the people of God as a vineyard planted and tended by God ("The Song of the Vineyard" Isaiah 5: 1-7 and "The Parable of the Tenants" Matthew 21: 33-46)... We used this as a Psalm of response after the Old Testament reading. 
 
Restore us, O God Almighty;
make your face shine upon us, so that we may be saved.You brought a vine out of Egypt;
You cleared the ground for it and planted it.
It took root and filled the land;
The mountains were covered with its shade.
But now you have broken down the walls of the vineyard
so that all who pass by pick its grapes.
Return to us, O God Almighty!
Look down from heaven and see our plight!
Watch over this vine,
the plant your right hand has tended.
Your vine is cut down and scorched with fire;
Your name is mocked.
Let your hand rest upon us once more;
revive us, so that we might bring glory to your name.
Restore us, O God Almighty;
make your face shine upon us, so that we may be saved.

Adapted and abridged from Psalm 80:7-19

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