314. Now by the bowels of my God

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.

Clamor, and wrath, and war, begone,
Envy and spite, for ever cease;
Let bitter words no more be known
Amongst the saints, the sons of peace.

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?

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
Author: Isaac Watts
Publication Date: 1835
Meter: L. M.
Scripture: Philippians 2:2; Ephesians 4:30; Psalm 61:1-6
Topic: God: our defence and salvation; Defence: and salvation in God; Safety: in God (1 more...)
Language: English
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