I.CXXX. 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.

Text Information
First Line: Now by the bowels of my God!
Title: Love and hatred
Meter: L. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1793
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