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But they will sink to endless woe
Who are not born again.
WARNINGS TO THE YOUNG. 175 Against Untruthfulness. L.M. 1 0 ’ris a lovely thing for youth
To walk betimes in wisdom's way ;
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?
Caught with a lie upon his tongue ? 4 So did his wife Sapphira die,
When she came in, and was so bold
Which just before her husband told.
The words of truth ; but every liar
That burns with brimstone and with fire. 176 The Golden Rule.
L.M. 1 BLESSED Redeemer, how divine,
How righteous is this rule of Thine,
Never to deal to others worse
Than we would have them deal with us !' 2 This golden lesson, short and plain,
Gives not the mind nor memory pain ;
This universal law of love.
Where all our tenderest wishes rest;
Where love to self resides and reigns. 4 Is reason ever at a loss?
Call in self-love to judge the cause :
How we should treat our neighbour too. 5 How bless'd would every nation prove,
Thus ruled by equity and love !
C.M. 1 LET children that would fear the Lord
Hear what their teachers say ; With reverence meet their parents' word,
And with delight obey. 2 Have you not heard what dreadful plagues
Are threatened by the Lord
Or mocks his mother's word ?
Their parents honour due,
Here on this earth they long shall live,
And live hereafter too. 178 Love between Brothers and Sisters. C. M. 1 WHATEVER brawls disturb the street,
There should be peace at home ; Where sisteis 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,
To murder, and to death.
At least, before 'tis night ; But in the bosom of a fool
It burns till morning light.
Our parents' sh provoke our pride?
Till Eve, our mother, learnt to sin. 2 When first she put the covering on,
Her robe of innocence was gone ;
3 How vain we are, how fond to show
Our clothes, and call them rich and new! When the poor sheep and silkworm wore
This very clothing long before ! 4 The tulip and the butterfly
Appear in gayer coats than I ;
Flies, worms, and flowers exceed me still. 5 Lord, teach my foolish heart to find.
Inward adornings of the mind;
These are the robes of richest dress.
8.7. 1 ANGRY words are lightly spoken,
In a rash and thoughtless hour,-
By their deep, insidious power ;
Ne'er before by anger stirred,
By a single angry word.
Bitter poison-drops are they,
Saddest memories of to-day.
"T May the heart's best impulse ever
Check them ere they soil the lip !
3 Love is much too pure and holy,
Friendship is too sacred far,
Thus to desolate and mar.
Bitterest thoughts are rashly stirred ;
By a single angry word. 181 A Plain Rule.
C.M. 1 To do to others as I would
That they should do to me,
As children ought to be.
The smallest thing I see,
If it belonged to me.
To strike an angry blow;
If others served me so. 4 At home, or with my friends at school,
Or in my walks abroad,
Of Jesus Christ the Lord !
The Lord commands it to be done ;