2 I hate to hear a wanton song; 3 Away from fools I'll turn my eyes, I would be walking with the wise, 4 I hate to walk, I hate to dwell 253 Forsaking Sinners. L.M. A NGELS that high in glory dwell, Adore thy name, Almighty God! And devils tremble low in hell, Beneath the terrors of thy rod. 2 And yet how wicked children dare Abuse thy dreadful, glorious name! And when they're angry how they swear, And curse their fellows, and blaspheme. 3 I'll leave my playmates whom I hear 254 Ο We cannot trust Liars. L. M. "TIS a lovely thing for youth To walk betimes in wisdom's way 2 But liars we can never trust, Though they should speak the thing And he that does one fault at first, Caught with a lie upon his tongue? 4 So did his wife Sapphira die, When she came in, and grew so bold, As to confirm the wicked lie, That, just before, her husband told. 5 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. 255 Children mocking. C. M. OUR tongues were made to bless the Lord, And not speak ill of men; 2 Should any dare be so profane, 256 Save us from Falsehood. 7'8. ORD! if e'er I dare to speak Words of falsehood, check my tongue Lest I sin against thy laws, By committing what is wrong. 2 Plainly doth thy word declare 3 Why, if I have dared commit 5 Teach me then, O Lord! to shun So shall I in after-days Hope to walk with thee in truth. 1 THOSE children who a promise give Should always keep their word; And falsehood from their little mouths For when a child a lie has told, Not even when the truth he speaks, O who a lie would dare to tell, 151 TIME UNCERTAIN. 258 Time is flying. C. M. HOW long sometimes a day appears! Months move along, as if the years 2 But months and years are passing by, For day by day, as minutes fly, 3 Days, months, and years must have an en Eternity has none: "Twill always have as long to spend As when it first began. 4 Great God, an infant cannot tell How such a thing can be; 1 I only pray that I may dwell TO-MORROW, Lord, is thine, S. M. Lodged in thy sovereign hand; 2 The present moment flies, 3 Since on this fleeting hour Waken by thine almighty power 4 One thing demands our care, Lest, slighted once, the season fair 5 To Jesus may we fly, 1 Swift as the morning light; Lest life's bright beams at once snould die, In sudden endless night. 260 L Time fleeting. ORD, what a feeble piece 2 Our moments fly apace, 3 Our feeble powers decay; Swift as a flood, our hasty days Then, if our days must fly, S. M. We'll keep their end in sight; 4 They'll waft us sooner o'er Soon shall we reach the peaceful shore 261 Danger of Delay. L. M. WHY should I say, 'tis yet too soon To seek for heaven or think of death? A flower may fade before 'tis noon, |