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Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #232 (1790) Hymnal Title: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David 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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Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #CXXIX (1785) Hymnal Title: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David 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

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 Hymnal Title: Dr. Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David 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

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Author: Watts Hymnal: Freedom's Lyre #117 (1840) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Hymnal Title: Freedom's Lyre First Line: Up from my youth, th' oppress'd may say Topics: Slaveholders Admonished Scripture: Psalm 129 Languages: English

Up from my youth, may Isr'l say

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Parish Psalmody #d869 (1844) Hymnal Title: Parish Psalmody

Up from my youth, may Isr'l say

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Parish Psalmody #d885 (1848) Hymnal Title: Parish Psalmody

Up from my youth, may Isr'l say

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns Adapted to Public Worship, and Approved by the General Assembly of the Presbyterian Church in the United States of America #P129 (1830) Hymnal Title: Psalms and Hymns Adapted to Public Worship, and Approved by the General Assembly of the Presbyterian Church in the United States of America

Up from my youth, may Isr'l say

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns Adapted to Social, Private and Public Worship #d858 (1848) Hymnal Title: Psalms and Hymns Adapted to Social, Private and Public Worship

Up from my youth, may Isr'l say

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns Adapted to Social, Private and Public Worship in the Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A. #d888 (1843) Hymnal Title: Psalms and Hymns Adapted to Social, Private and Public Worship in the Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A.

Up from my youth, may Isr'l say

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns for the Worship of God #d858 (1866) Hymnal Title: Psalms and Hymns for the Worship of God