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1 Our tongues were made to bless the Lord,
And not speak ill of men;
We must not rail again.
To be chastis'd at school; And he's in danger of hell-fire
That calls his brother, Fool.
To mock, and jeer, and scoff
The Lord shall cut them off.
Serv'd old Elisha so;
“Go up, thou bald-head, go;"
5 God quickly stopp'd their wicked breath,
And sent two raging bears, That tore them limb from limb to death,
With blood, and groans, and tears. 6 Great God! how terrible art thou
To sinners e'er so young! Grant me thy grace, and teach me how
To tame and rule my tongue.
1 ANGELS, that high in glory dwell,
Adore thy name, Almighty God! And devils tremble down in hell,
Beneath the terrors of thy rod. 2 And yet how wicked children dare
Abuse thy glorious, dreadful name! And when they're angry, how they swear,
And curse their fellows, and blaspheme! 3 How will they stand before thy face,
Who treated thee with such disdain, While thou shalt doom them to that place
Of everlasting fire and pain! 4 Then never shall one cooling drop To quench their burning tongues be
giv'n: But I will praise thee here, and hope
Thus to employ my tongue in heav'n. 5 My heart shall be in pain to hear
Wretches affront the Lord above: 'Tis that great God whose pow'r I fear;
That heav'nly Father whom I love. 6 If my companions grow profane,
I'll leave their friendship when I hear Young sinners take thy name in vain,
And learn to curse and learn to swear.
1 How doth the little busy bee
Improve each shining hour,
From ev'ry op'ning flow'r!
How neat she spreads her wax!
With the sweet food she makes. 3 In works of labour, or of skill,
I would be busy too;
For idle hands to do. 4 In books, or works, or healthful play,
Let my first years be past;
Some good account at last.
1 Why should I join with those in play,
In whom I've no delight;
Who call ill names and fight? 2 I hate to hear a wanton song;
Their words offend my ears:
With language such as theirs,
Nor with the scoffers go;
That wiser I may grow. 4 From one rude boy that's us'd to mock,
Ten learn the wicked jest:
And poisons all the rest.