5 Samuel, when yet a child, was brought To wait upon the Lord;

Young Timothy betimes was taught
To know God's holy Word.

6 May I too sit at Jesus' feet,
And daily learn His will,
Worship before His Mercy-seat,
And sing His praises still.

SONG XV.

AGAINST LYING.

1 Он, '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? How Ananias was struck dead,

Caught with a lie upon his tongue?

4 The Lord delights in them that speak The words of truth; but every liar

Must have his portion in the lake

That burns with brimstone and with fire.

5 God doth a book of reckoning keep
For every lie that children tell,

And tho' His wrath seem now to sleep,
It will for ever burn in hell.

SONG XVI.

AGAINST QUARRELLING AND FIGHTING.

1 LET dogs delight to bark and bite,
For God hath made them so;
Let bears and lions growl and fight,
For 'tis their nature too.

2 But, children, you should never let
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;
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 heavenly throne,
He sees what children dwell in love,
And marks them for His own.

SONG XVII.

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 threatening 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 killed 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 sinful rage,

That as we grow to riper age,

Our hearts may all be love.