OUR tongues were made to bless the Lord, Cross words and angry names require To be chastised at school; And he's in danger of hell-fire But lips that dare be so profane The Lord shall cut them off. When children, in their wanton play, And bade the prophet go his way, God quickly stopp'd their wicked breath; And sent two raging bears, That tore them limb from limb to death, Great God! how terrible art thou Grant me thy grace, and teach me how And yet how wicked children dare How will they stand before thy face, Then never shall one cooling drop To quench their burning tongues be given; My heart shall be in pain to hear 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. |