Hymn 1:130 [Now By The Bowels Of My God]

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Title:     Hymn 1:130 [Now By The Bowels Of My God]
Author: Isaac Watts [More Titles by Watts]

Love and hatred, Phil. 2. 2. Eph. 4. 30 &c.

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.

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.

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 heavenly life?

Tender and kind be all our thoughts,
Thro' all our lives let mercy run;
So God forgives our numerous faults
For the clear sake of Christ his Son.

[The end]
Isaac Watts's poem: Hymn 1:130 [Now By The Bowels Of My God]

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