From my youth up, may Israel say (Barnard)

Verse 1

From my Youth up, may Isr'el say, They oft have me assail'd;

Verse 2

They oft, from Youth, my Ruin sought, But have not quite prevail'd.

Verse 3

The Plowers long their Furrows plow'd; And put my Back to Pain.

Verse 4

The Lord is righteous he hath cut The Wicked's Cords in Twain.

Verse 5

Let all that Sion hate, with Shame, And in Confusion, fly.

Verse 6

May they, as Grain, on Houses Tops, But just spring up and die.

Verse 7

With which no Reaper fills his Hand, Nor Arms that binds the Sheave,

Verse 8

No Passenger, God bless you, says; We, you our Blessing, leave.