CXXIX. From my Youth up may Isr'el say

1 From my Youth up may Isr'el say,
they oft have me assail'd,
2 Reduc'd me oft to heavy Straits,
but never quite previl'd.
3 They oft have plow'd my patient Back
with Furrows deep and long;
4 But out just God has broke the Chains,
and recu'd us from Wrong.

5 Defeat, Confusion, shameful Rout
be still the Doom of those,
Their righteous Doom who Sion hate,
and Sion's God oppose.
6 Like Corn upon our Houses Tops,
untimely let them fade,
Which too much Heat, and want of Root,
has blasted in the Blade,

7 Which in his Arms no Reaper takes,
but unregarded leaves;
Nor Binder thinks it worth his Pains
to fold it into Sheaves.
8 No Traveller that passes by,
vouchsafes a Minute's Stop,
To give it one kind Look, or crave
Heav'n's Blessing on the Crop.

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First Line: From my Youth up may Isr'el say
Language: English
Publication Date: 1760
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