Thou God of love, thou ever-blest

Verse 1

O God of love, forever blest, pity my suffering state. When will you set my soul at rest from lips that love deceit?

Chorus

Too long my soul (has made its home) with those who lift the sword. I am for peace; (but when I speak), they make for war.

Verse 2

I cried in trouble to the Lord, and he has answered me. From lying lips and crafty tongue, O Lord, my soul set free.