Our tongues were made to bless the Lord,
And not speak ill of men:
When others give a railing word,
We must not rail again.
Cross words and angry names require
To be chastiz’d at school;
And he’s in danger of hell-fire,
That calls his brother, fool.
But lips that dare be so prophane
To mock and jeer and scoff
At holy things, or holy men,
The Lord shall cut them off.
When children, in their wanton play
Served old Elisha so,
And bade the prophet go his way,
“Go up, thou bald head, go.”
God quickly stopt their wicked breath,
And sent two raging bears,
That tore them limb from limb to death,
With blood and groans and tears.
Great God, how terrible art thou
To sinners ne’er so young!
Grant me thy grace and teach me how
To tame and rule my tongue.