Psalm 120

Words: Isaac Watts


Complaint of quarrelsome neighbors ; or, a devout wish for peace.
   1  Thou God of love, thou ever-blessèd,
         Pity my suff'ring 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.
   5  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 through
         Strict justice would approve;
      But I had rather spare my foe,
         And melt his heart with love.

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