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Text: | Love and Hatred |
1 Now by the Bowels of my GOD,
His sharp distress, his sore Complaints,
By his last Groans, his dying Blood,
I charge my Soul to love the saints.
2 Clamour and Wrath and War be gone,
Envy and Spite, for ever cease;
Let bitter Words no more be known
Amongst the Saints, the Sons of Peace.
3 The Spirit, like a peaceful Dove,
Flies from the Realms of Noise and Strife:
Why should we vex and grieve his Love
Who Seals our Souls to heav'nly Life?
4 Tender and kind be all our Thoughts,
Thro' all our Lives let Mercy run:
So GOD forgives our num'rous faults,
For the dear sake of CHRIST his Son.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Now by the Bowels of my God |
Title: | Love and Hatred |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1791 |
Topic: | liturgical: Songs of Response; Invitation to Praise and Repentance |