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Persecutors punished

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #247 (1786) First Line: Up from my youth, may Israel say Lyrics: 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. Topics: God his wisdom in his works; God his wisdom in his works Scripture: Psalm 129 Languages: English

Persecutors punished

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #247 (1787) First Line: Up from my youth, may Israel say Lyrics: 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. Topics: God his wisdom in his works; God his wisdom in his works Scripture: Psalm 129 Languages: English

Persecutors punished

Hymnal: Psalms, carefully suited to the Christian worship in the United States of America #272 (1791) First Line: Up from my youth, may Israel say Lyrics: 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.] Scripture: Psalm 129 Languages: English

Up from my youth,--may Israel say

Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns, for Christian Use and Worship #P129 (1845)

Up from my youth,--may Israel say

Hymnal: Church Psalmist #P129 (1857) Languages: English

Up from my youth,--may Israel say

Hymnal: Church Psalmist #P129 (1847) Languages: English

Up from my youth, may Isra'l say

Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #P.CXXIX (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Up from my youth, may Isra'l 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 tho' 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.] Topics: Persecutors Punished Scripture: Psalm 129 Languages: English

Up from my Youth, may Isr'el say

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P129 (1766) Lyrics: 1 Up from my Youth, may Isr'el 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 not destroy'd my Life. 3 Their cruel Plow had torn my Flesh With Furrows long and deep, Hourly they vex'd my Wounds afresh, Nor let my Sorrows sleep. 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 Sion 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 Projects 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.] 9 [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. 9 It springs and withers on the Place; No Traveller bestows A word of Blessing on the Grass, Nor minds it as he goes.] Topics: Persecutors punished; Saints tried and preserved Scripture: Psalm 129 Languages: English

Up from my youth, may Isr'el say

Hymnal: Dr. Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #289 (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Up from my youth, may Isr'el 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 not destroy'd my life. 3 Their cruel plough had torn my flesh, With furrows long and deep, Hourly they vex'd my wounds afresh, Nor let my sorrows sleep. 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 projects die. 7 [What tho' 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. 9 It springs and withers on the place; No traveller bestows A word of blessing on the grass, Nor minds it as he goes. Scripture: Psalm 129 Languages: English