1 From my Youth up, may Israel say,
They oftentimes have me assail'd;
Reduc'd me oft to heavy Straits,
But never yet have quite previl'd:
They plow'd my Back with Furrows long;
But GOD has recu'd us from Wrong.
2 Defeat, Confusion, shameful Rout
Ne still the dreadful Doom of those,
Their righteous Doom, who Sion hate,
And Sion's holy GOD oppose:
Like corn that's wither'd, let them fade,
Which too much Heat, and want of Root,
Untimely blasted in the Blade.
3 Which in his Arms no Reaper takes,
But in the Field neglected leaves;
Nor Binder thinks it worth his Pains
To fold and gather into Sheaves:
Nor Traveller vouchsafes to stop,
And crave a Blessing on the Crop.
Francis Hopkinson; grad. College of Philadelphia with master’s degree; studied law and passed Pa. bar; opened conveyancer’s office in Philadelphia; musical and literary talent; prolific writer who frequently used pen name, A. B.
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Display Title: From my Youth up, may Israel sayFirst Line: From my Youth up, may Israel sayTune Title: [From my Youth up, may Israel say]Scripture: Psalm 129Date: 1767Subject: Description of | Oppression of the Church in all Ages; Prophecies | Predictions of God's Judgment upon the Ungodly and Wicked; Thanksgivings | For Delerances and Wonders, General