Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 5 hymnals Lyrics: 1 From my youth up, may Israel say,
they oft have me assailed,
reduced me oft to heavy straits,
but never quite prevailed.
2 They oft have ploughed my patient back
with furrows deep and long;
but our just GOD has broke the chains,
and rescued us from wrong.
3 Defeat, confusion, shameful rout,
be still the doom of those,
their righteous doom, who Zion hate,
and Zion's God oppose.
4 Like corn upon our houses' tops,
untimely let them fade,
which too much heat, and want of root,
has blasted in the blade,
5 Which in his arms no reaper takes,
but unregarded leaves;
nor binder thinks it worth his pains
to fold it into sheaves.
6 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. Topics: Supplication Scripture: Psalm 129 Used With Tune: MARTYRDOM Text Sources: Tate and Brady's New Version, 1696
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