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;
Through all our lives let mercy run:
So God forgives our num'rous faults,
For the dear sake of Christ his son.
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First Line: | Now by the bowels of my God! |
Title: | Love and hatred |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |
Scripture: | ; |