Psalm 120 [Thou God Of Love, Thou Ever Blest]

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Title:     Psalm 120 [Thou God Of Love, Thou Ever Blest]
Author: Isaac Watts [More Titles by Watts]

Complaint of quarrelsome neighbours;
or, A devout wish for peace.

Thou God of love, thou ever blest,
Pity my suffering 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 chuse 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 thro',
Strict justice would approve;
But I had rather spare my foe,
And melt his heart with love.

[The end]
Isaac Watts's poem: Psalm 120 [Thou God Of Love, Thou Ever Blest]

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