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PSALM 129, by            
First Line: Oft and ever from my youth
Last Line: Blesse yourselves, and blesse your pains.

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.

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