1 From my youth up, may Isr'el say,
They oft have me assail'd,
Reduc'd me oft to heavy straits,
But never quite previl'd.
2 They oft have plough'd my patient back
With furrows deep and long;
But our just God has broke the chains,
And recu'd us from wrong.
3 Defeat, confusion, shameful rout,
Be still the doom of those,
Their righteous doom, who Sion hate,
And Sion'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.
Source: The Psalms of David: with hymns and spiritual songs: also, the catechism, confession of faith, and liturgy of the Reformed Church in the Netherlands #129
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|The Psalms of David: with hymns and spiritual songs: also, the catechism, confession of faith, and liturgy of the Reformed Church in the Netherlands #129||From my youth up, may Isr'el say||From my youth up, may Isr'el say||Psalm 129||1789|
|The Whole Book of Psalms: in metre; with hymns suited to the feasts and fasts of the church, and other occasions of public worship #CXXIX||From my youth up, may Isr'el say||From my youth up, may Isr'el say||Psalm 129||1793|