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 (has made its home)
with those who life the sword (who lift the sword)
I am for peace; (but when I speak,)
they make for war.
I cried in trouble to the Lord,
and he has answered me.
From lying lips and crafty tongue,
O Lord, my soul set free. Chorus