His soul was gentle as a lamb; And as his stature grew, He grew in favour both with man, Now, Lord of all, he reigns above, LOVE BETWEEN BROTHERS AND SISTERS. WHATEVER brawls disturb the street, Birds in their little nests agree: When children of one family Fall out, and chide, and fight. Hard names at first, and threatening words May grow to clubs or naked swords, To murder and to death. The devil tempts one mother's son The wise will make their anger cool, But in the bosom of a fool It burns till morning light. 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 OUR tongues were made to bless the Lord, When others give a railing word, We must not rail again. Cross words and angry names require But lips that dare be so profane The Lord shall cut them off. When children, in their wauton play, Serv'd old Elisha so; And bid the prophet go his way, 'Go up, thou bald-head, go :' 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 thon Grant me thy grace, and teach me how AGAINST SWEARING AND CURSING, AND TAKING GOD'S NAME IN VAIN. ANGELS, that high in glory dwell, 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; But I will praise thee here, and hope Thus to employ my tongue in Heaven. My heart shall be in pain to hear Wretches affront the Lord above : 'Tis that great God whose power I fear; That heavenly Father whom I love. If my companions grow profane, I'll leave their friendship, when I hear AGAINST IDLENESS AND MISCHIEF: How doth the little busy bee How skilfully she builds her cell! In works of labour or of skill, For Satan finds some mischief still In books, or work, or healthful play, Let my first years be past, That I may give for every day Some good account at last. AGAINST EVIL COMPANY. WHY should I join with those in play, Who curse and swear, but never pray I hate to hear a wanton song; Away from fools I'll turn my eyes, From one rude boy that us'd to mock, My God! I hate to walk or dwell Where none but sinners are. |