1 Come, children, learn to fear the Lord; And that your days be long, Let not a false or spiteful word Be found upon your tongue.
2 Depart from mischief, practise love, Pursue the works of peace; So shall the Lord your ways approve, And set your souls at ease.
3 His eyes awake to guard the just, His ears attend their cry; When broken spirits dwell in dust, The God of grace is nigh.
4 What tho' the sorrows here they taste Are sharp and tedious too, The Lord, who saves them all at last, Is their supporter now.
5 Evil shall smite the wicked dead; But God secures his own, Prevents the mischief when they slide, Or heals the broken bone.
6 When desolation like a flood, O'er the proud sinner rolls, Saints find a refuge in their God, For he redeem'd their souls.