Analysis of Hymn 130
Isaac Watts 1674 (Southampton, Hampshire) – 1748 (Stoke Newington, Middlesex)
Love and hatred.
Phil. 2:2; Eph. 4:30,etc.
Now by the bowels of my God,
His sharp distress, his sore complaints,
By his last groans, his dying blood,
I charge my soul to love the saints.
Clamor, and wrath, and war, begone,
Envy and spite, for ever cease;
Let bitter words no more be known
Amongst the saints, the sons of peace.
The Spirit, like a peaceful dove,
Flies from the realms of noise and strife:
Why should we vex and grieve his love
Who seals our souls to heav'nly life?
Tender and kind be all our thoughts,
Through all our lives let mercy run;
So God forgives our num'rous faults,
For the dear sake of Christ his Son.
Scheme | A X XBAB CDCD EFEF XCXC |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1010 11100 11010111 11011101 11111101 11111101 1001011 10011101 11011111 01010111 01010101 11011101 11110111 11101111 100111101 111011101 11011011 10111111 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 620 |
Words | 123 |
Sentences | 9 |
Stanzas | 6 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 4, 4, 4, 4 |
Lines Amount | 18 |
Letters per line (avg) | 27 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 80 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 20 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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