Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David ‎#247

247. Persecutors punished

1 Up from my youth, may Israel say,
Have I been nurs'd in tears;
My griefs were constant as the day,
And tedious as the years.

2 Up from my youth I bore the rage,
Of all the sons of strife;
Oft they assail'd my riper age,
But God preserv'd my life.

3 O'er all my frame their cruel dart
Its painful wounds impress'd;
Hourly they vex'd my fainting heart,
Nor let my sorrows rest.

4 The Lord grew angry on his throne,
And with impartial eye,
Measur'd the mischiefs they had done,
Then let his arrows fly.

5 How was their insolence surpris'd,
To hear his thunders roll!
And all the foes of Zion seiz'd
With horror to the soul.

6 Thus shall the men that hate the saints
Be blasted from the sky;
Their glory fades, their courage faints,
And all their prospects die.

7 [What though they flourish tall and fair,
They have no root beneath;
Their growth shall perish in despair,
And lie despis'd in death.

8 So corn that on the house-top stands,
No hope of harvest gives;
The reaper ne'er shall fill his hands,
Nor binder fold the sheaves.

Text Information

• First Line: Up from my youth, may Israel say
• Title: Persecutors punished
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1787
• Scripture:
  Psalm 129
• Topic: God: his wisdom in his works

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