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From my Youth up, may Isr'el say

Appears in 5 hymnals Lyrics: 1 From my Youth up, may Isr'el say, they oft have me assail'd, 2 Reduc'd me oft to heavy Straits, but never quite previl'd. 3 They oft have plow'd my patient Back with Furrows deep and long; 4 But out just God has broke the Chains, and recu'd us from Wrong. 5 Defeat, Confusion, shameful Rout be still the Doom of those, Their righteous Doom, who Sion hate, and Sion's God oppose. 6 Like corn upon our Houses Tops, untimely let them fade, Which too much Heat, and want of Root, has blasted in the Blade, 7 Which in his Arms no Reaper takes, but unregarded leaves; Nor Binder thinks it worth his Pains to fold it into Sheaves. 8 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. Scripture: Psalm 129

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MARTYRDOM

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 1,003 hymnals Composer and/or Arranger: Hugh Wilson Tune Key: A Flat Major Incipit: 51651 23213 53213 Used With Text: From My Youth up, May Israel Say

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From My Youth up, May Israel Say

Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns to the Living God #129 (2023) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 From my youth up, may Israel say, they oft have me assailed, reduced me oft to heavy straits, but never quite prevailed. 2 They oft have ploughed my patient back with furrows deep and long; but our just GOD has broke the chains, and rescued us from wrong. 3 Defeat, confusion, shameful rout, be still the doom of those, their righteous doom, who Zion hate, and Zion'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. Topics: Supplication Scripture: Psalm 129 Languages: English Tune Title: MARTYRDOM

From my Youth up may Isr'el say

Hymnal: A New Version of the Psalms of David #CXXIX (1760) Lyrics: 1 From my Youth up may Isr'el say, they oft have me assail'd, 2 Reduc'd me oft to heavy Straits, but never quite previl'd. 3 They oft have plow'd my patient Back with Furrows deep and long; 4 But out just God has broke the Chains, and recu'd us from Wrong. 5 Defeat, Confusion, shameful Rout be still the Doom of those, Their righteous Doom who Sion hate, and Sion's God oppose. 6 Like Corn upon our Houses Tops, untimely let them fade, Which too much Heat, and want of Root, has blasted in the Blade, 7 Which in his Arms no Reaper takes, but unregarded leaves; Nor Binder thinks it worth his Pains to fold it into Sheaves. 8 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. Scripture: Psalm 129 Languages: English

From my youth up, may Isr'el say

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #129 (1789) Lyrics: 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. Scripture: Psalm 129 Languages: English

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Hugh Wilson

1766 - 1824 Composer of "MARTYRDOM" in Psalms and Hymns to the Living God Hugh Wilson (b. Fenwick, Ayrshire, Scotland, c. 1766; d. Duntocher, Scotland, 1824) learned the shoemaker trade from his father. He also studied music and mathematics and became proficient enough in various subjects to become a part-time teacher to the villagers. Around 1800, he moved to Pollokshaws to work in the cotton mills and later moved to Duntocher, where he became a draftsman in the local mill. He also made sundials and composed hymn tunes as a hobby. Wilson was a member of the Secession Church, which had separated from the Church of Scotland. He served as a manager and precentor in the church in Duntocher and helped found its first Sunday school. It is thought that he composed and adapted a number of psalm tunes, but only two have survived because he gave instructions shortly before his death that all his music manuscripts were to be destroyed. Bert Polman