A New Version of the Psalms
PSALM CXXIX.
Tate and Brady
From my youth up, may Israel say,
They oft have me assail'd;
2 Reduc'd me oft to heavy straits,
But never quite prevail'd.
3 They oft have plow'd my patient back
With furrows deep and long;
4. But our just God has broke their chains,
And rescu'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.
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Poetry of the Psalms
The "Poetry of the Psalms" is a collection of poems expressing the struggles, fears, anger, joy and love revealed in the Psalms of the Bible. They were written over hundreds of years by various authors, including Isaac Watts, Charles Wesley, George Burgess, Charles Spurgeon, Abraham Coles, Augustus Toplady, Tate and Brady.
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