Isaac Watts, 1674-1748
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,
3. His eyes awake to guard the just,
4. What though 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;
6. When desolation, like a flood,
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