Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #314 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics:
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.
Topics: God our defence and salvation; Defence and salvation in God; Safety in God; Salvation and defence in God Scripture: Philippians 2:2 Languages: English
Now by the bowels of my God