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3 At twelve years old he talk'd with men,
(The Jews all wond'ring stand); Yet he obey'd his mother then,
And came at her command.
And blest their Saviour's name;
While scribes and priests blaspheme. 5 Samuel the child was wean'd, and brought
To wait upon the Lord;
To know his holy word.
What others learnt so soon?
Without this work begun.
1 Oh, 'tis a lovely thing for youth
To walk betimes in wisdom's way; To fear a lie, to speak the truth,
That we may trust to all they say. 2 But liars we can never trust, Though they should speak the thing
that's true; And he that does one fault at first,
And lies to hide it, makes it two. 3 Have we not known, nor heard, nor read,
How God abhors deceit and wrong?
Caught with a lie upon his tongue? 4 So did his wife Sapphira die,
When she came in and grew so bold
As to confirm that wicked lie
That just before her husband told.
The words of truth; but ev'ry liar
That burns with brimstone and with fire. 6 Then let me always watch my lips,
Lest I be struck to death and hell;
For ev'ry lie that children tell,
1 LET dogs delight to bark and bite,
For God hath made them so;
For 'tis their nature too.
Such angry passions rise;
Your little hands were never made
To tear each other's eyes. 3 Let love through all your actions run,
And all your words be mild;
That sweet and lovely child. 4 His soul was gentle as a lamb;
And as bis stature grew,
And God his Father too.
And from his heav'nly throne,
And marks them for his own.
1 WHATEVER brawls disturb the street,
There should be peace at home;
Where sisters dwell and brothers meet,
Quarrels should never come. 2 Birds in their little nests agree;
And 'tis a shameful sight,
Fall out, and chide, and fight: 3 Hard names at first and threat'ning words,
That are but noisy breath,
To murder and to death.
To rage against another;
'Till he had kill'd his brother.
At least before 'tis night;
It burns till morning light.
Our little brawls remove;
Our hearts may all be love.