Psalms Of Watts 120-125
The Psalms Of David By Isaac Watts In Metre Psalm 120. Complaint of quarrelsome neighbours; or, A devout wish for peace. 1 Thou God of love, thou ever blest, Pity my suffering state; When wilt thou set my soul at rest From lips that love deceit? 2 Hard lot of mine! my days are cast Among the sons of strife, Whose never-ceasing brawlings waste My golden hours of life. 3 O might I fly to change my place, How would I choose to dwell In some wide lonesome wilderness, And leave these gates of hell. 4 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. 6 New passions still their souls engage, And keep their malice strong: What shall be done to curb thy rage, O thou devouring tongue! 6 Should burning arrows smite thee thro', Strict justice would approve; But I had rather spare my foe, And melt his heart with love. Psalm 121. Divine protection. 1 Up to the hills I lift mine eyes, Th' eternal h...