I.CXXX. Now by the Bowels of my God

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.

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First Line: Now by the Bowels of my God
Language: English
Publication Date: 1769
Scripture: ;
Topic: Charity and Love; Envy and Love; Hatred and Love (3 more...)
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