241b. Persecutors punished

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 Plow 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 Sion 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 though they flourish tall and fair,
They have no Root beneath;
Their Growth shall perish in Despair,
And lie despis'd in Death.]

9 [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.]

Text Information
First Line: Up from my Youth, may Isr'el say
Title: Persecutors punished
Language: English
Publication Date: 1740
Scripture:
Topic: Persecutors: punished; Saints: tried and preserved
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