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;
Live like the blessed Virgin's Son,
That sweet and lovely child.

4 His soul was gentle as a lamb;
And as his stature grew,
He grew in favour both with man,
And God his Father too.

5 Now, Lord of all he reigns above;
And from his heav'nly throne,
He sees what children dwell in love,
And marks them for his own.

LOVE BETWEEN BROTHERS AND SISTERS.

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,
When children of one family

Fall out, and chide, and fight.

3 Hard names at first and threat'ning words,
That are but noisy breath,
May grow to clubs, and naked swords,
To murder and to death.

4 The devil tempts one mother's son
To rage against another;

So wicked Cain was hurried on 'Till he had kill'd his brother.

5 The wise will make their anger cool, At least before 'tis night;

But in the bosom of a fool

It burns till morning light.

6 Pardon, O Lord, our childish rage,
Our little brawls remove;

That as we grow to riper age,
Our hearts may all be love.

AGAINST SCOFFING AND CALLING ILL NAMES.

1 OUR tongues were made to bless the Lord, And not speak ill of men; When others give a railing word,

We must not rail again.

2 Cross words and angry names require
To be chastis'd at school;

And he's in danger of hell-fire
That calls his brother, Fool.

3 But lips that dare be so profane,
To mock, and jeer, and scoff
At holy things, or holy men,
The Lord shall cut them off.

4 When children in their wanton play,
Serv'd old Elisha so;

And bid the prophet go his way,

"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.

AGAINST SWEARING AND CURSING, AND TAKING GOD'S
NAME IN VAIN.

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.