Watt's Songs Against Faults

O 'tis a lovely thing for youth To walk betimes in wisdom's way; To fear a lie, to speak the truth, That we may trust to all they say!
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.
Have we not known, nor heard nor read How God abhors deceit and wrong? How Ananias was struck dead, Caught with a lie upon his tongue?
So did his wife Sapphira die, When she came in, and grew so bold As to confirm that wicked lie, Which just before her husband told.
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.
Then let me always watch my lips, Lest I be struck to death and hell, Since God a book of reckoning keeps For every lie that children tell.

Whatever brawls disturb the street, There should be peace at home; Where sisters dwell and brothers meet Quarrels should never come.
Birds in their little nests agree; And 'tis a shameful sight, When children of one family Fall out, and chide, and fight.
Hard names at first, and threat'ning words That are but noisy breath, May grow to clubs and naked swords, To murder and to death.