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Up from my youth, may Israel say

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #466 (1835) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: Up from my youth, may Isr'el say, Have I been nursed in tears; My griefs were constant as the day, And tedious as the years. Up from my youth I bore the rage Of all the sons of strife; Oft they assailed my riper age, But not destroyed my life. Their cruel plow had torn my flesh With furrows long and deep; Hourly they vexed my wounds afresh, Nor let my sorrows sleep. The Lord grew angry on his throne, And, with impartial eye, Measured the mischiefs they had done, Then let his arrows fly. How was their insolence surprised To hear his thunders roll! And all the foes of Zion seized With horror to the soul! Thus shall the men that hate the saints Be blasted from the sky; Their glory fades, their courage faints And all their projects die. [What though they flourish tall and fair, They have no root beneath; Their growth shall perish in despair, And lie despised in death.] [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. 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 Scripture: Psalm 129 Languages: English
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Up from my youth, may Israel say

Hymnal: Christian Psalmody, in Four Parts; containing Dr. Watt's Psalms Abridged; Dr. Watt's Hymns Abridged; Select Hymns from Other Authors; and Select Harmony #WP129 (1817) Languages: English
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Up from my youth, may Israel say

Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns, Adapted to Public Worship #P129 (1835)
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Up from my youth, may Israel say

Author: Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns, with the Doctrinal Standards and Liturgy of the Reformed Protestant Dutch Church in North America #P129 (1860)
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Up from my youth, may Israel say

Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns #P129 (1814)
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Up from my youth, may Israel say

Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns, with the Catechism, Confession of Faith, and Liturgy, of the Reformed Dutch Church in North America #P129 (1839)
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Up from my youth, may Israel say

Hymnal: Book of Hymns and Tunes, comprising the psalms and hymns for the worship of God, approved by the general assembly of 1866, arranged with appropriate tunes... by authority of the assembly of 1873 #183e (1874) Languages: English
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Persecutors punished

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #CXXIX (1785) 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 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. Scripture: Psalm 129 Languages: English
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Persecutors punished

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #232 (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 Scorn 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
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Persecutors punished

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #232 (1790) 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 Scorn 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

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