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HYMN 130. (L. M.) Love and Hatred, Phil. ii. 2. Eph. iv. 30, &c.

I

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.

II

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.

III

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?

IV

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