4 Then never shall one cooling drop
To quench their burning tongues be giv'n.
But I will praise thee here, and hope
Thus to employ my tongue in heav'n.
5 My heart shall be in pain to hear
Wretches affront the Lord above;
'Tis that great God whose power I fear,
That heavenly Father whom I love.
6 If my companions grow profane,
I'll leave their friendship when I hear
Young sinners take thy name in vain,
And learn to curse, and learn to swear.
Song 20. Against Idleness and Mischief.
1 How doth the little busy bee
Improve each shining hour,
And gather honey all the day
From every opening flower!
2 How skilfully she builds her cell!
How neat she spreads the wax!
And labours hard to store it well
With the sweet food she makes.
3 In works of labour or of skill
I would be busy too:
For Satan finds some mischief still
For idle hands to do.
4 In books, or work, or healthful play
Let my first years be past,
That I may give for every day
Some good account at last.
Song 21. Against evil Company.
1 Why should I join with those in play
In whom I've no delight;
Who curse and swear, but never play;
Who call ill names, and fight?