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Complaint of quarrelsome Neighbours; or, a devout Wish for Peace

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #237a (1786) Topics: Contention complained of; Contention complained of First Line: Thou God of love, thou ever-blest Lyrics: 1 Thou God of love, thou ever-blest, Pity my suffering state; When wilt thou set my soul at rest, From lips that love deceit? 2 Hard lot of mine! My days are cast Among the sons of strife, Whose never-ceasing quarrels waste My golden hours of life. 3 Oh 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 would rather spare my foe, And melt his heart with love. Scripture: Psalm 120 Languages: English

Complaint of quarrelsome Neighbours; or, a devout Wish for Peace

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #237a (1787) Topics: Contention complained of; Contention complained of First Line: Thou God of love, thou ever-blest Lyrics: 1 Thou God of love, thou ever-blest, Pity my suffering state; When wilt thou set my soul at rest, From lips that love deceit? 2 Hard lot of mine! My days are cast Among the sons of strife, Whose never-ceasing quarrels waste My golden hours of life. 3 Oh 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 would rather spare my foe, And melt his heart with love. Scripture: Psalm 120 Languages: English

Psalm 120

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.282 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Contention complained of First Line: Thou God of love, thou ever-blest Lyrics: 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? Hard lot of mine! my days are cast Among the sons of strife, Whose never-ceasing brawlings waste My golden hours of life. 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! 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. New passions still their souls engage, And keep their malice strong: What shall be done to curb thy rage, O thou devouring tongue! Should burning arrows smite thee through Strict justice would approve; But I had rather spare my foe, And melt his heart with love. Scripture: Psalm 120 Languages: English

Now by the Bowels of my God

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #I.CXXX (1766) Topics: Peace and Contention Lyrics: 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. Scripture: Philippians 2:2 Languages: English

Thou GOD of Love, thou ever-blest

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P120 (1766) Topics: Contention complained of Lyrics: 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 chuse 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. Scripture: Psalm 120 Languages: English

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

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #231 (1740) Topics: Contention complained of First Line: Thou GOD of Love, thou ever-blest Lyrics: 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. Scripture: Psalm 120 Languages: English