Your little hands were never made 3 Let love through all your actions run, 4 His soul was gentle as a lamb; 5 Now, Lord of all he reigns above; LOVE BETWEEN BROTHERS AND SISTERS. 1 WHATEVER brawls disturb the street, There should be peace at home; Where sisters dwell and brothers meet, 2 Birds in their little nests agree; Fall out, and chide, and fight. 3 Hard names at first and threat'ning words, 4 The devil tempts one mother's son 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, That as we grow to riper age, 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 And he's in danger of hell-fire 3 But lips that dare be so profane, 4 When children in their wanton play, 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 1 ANGELS, that high in glory dwell, 2 And yet how wicked children dare 3 How will they stand before thy face, 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. |