Ascending With Watts - Psalm 120

These posts from the "Songs of Ascents" are the hymn lyrics of Isaac Watts.  I am posting them here because they have been encouraging and beneficial words to my heart. 

PSALM 120


Thou God of love, thou ever-blest,

Pity my suff’ring 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 choose 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 through

Strict justice would approve;

But I had rather spare my foe,

And melt his heart with love.