Oft and ever from my youth So now Israel may say Israël may say for truth Oft and ever my decay From my youth their force hath sought Yet effect it never brought. Unto them my back did yeild Place and plain (O hight of Wo) Where as in a plowed feild Long and deep did furrows go But O just Jehova who Hast their plowropes cutt in two Tell me you that Sion hate What you think shall be your end? Terror shall your minds amate Blush and shame your faces shend, Mark your wheat on houses top Such your harvest such your crop Wither shall you where you stand Gatherd? no, but wanting sap Filling neither reapers hand Nor the binders inbow'd lapp Nay who you shall reap or bind Comon kindness shall not find. Such as travail by the way Wheras they their pains employ Shall not once saluting say God speed friends, God give you joy He in whom all blessing reigns Blesse yourselves, and blesse your pains. |