The Psalms of David ‎#231

231. Complaint of quarrelsome Neighbours; or, A devout Wish for Peade

1 Thou GOD of Love, thou ever-blest,
Pity my suff'ring State;
When wilt thou set my Soul at Rest
From Lips that love Deceit?

2 Hard Lot of mine! Ny Days are cast
Among the Sons of Strife,
Whose never-ceasing Brawlings waste
My golden Hours of Life.

3 O might I fly to change my Place,
How would I choose to dwell
In some wide lonesome Wilderness,
And leave these Gates of Hell!

4 Peace is the Blessing that I seek,
How lovely are its Charms!
I am for Peace; but when I speak,
They all declare for Arms.

5 New Passions still their Souls engage,
And keep their Malice strong:
What shall be done to curb thy Rage,
O thou devouring Tongue!

6 Should burning Arrows smite thee through
Strict Justice would approve;
But I had rather spare my foe,
And melt his Heart with Love.

Text Information

• First Line: Thou GOD of Love, thou ever-blest
• Title: Complaint of quarrelsome Neighbours; or, A devout Wish for Peade
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1740
• Scripture:
  Psalm 120
• Topic: Contention complained of; Evil Neighbors; Peace: with men desired; Quarrelsom Neighbors
• Notes: Public Domain.

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