1 What ever brawls are in the street
There should be peace at home;
Where sisters dwell and brothers meet
Quarrels shou’d never come.

2 Birds in their little nests agree;
And `tis a shameful sight,
When children of one family
Fall out, and chide, and fight.

3 Hard names at first, and threatening words,
That are but noisy breath,
May grow to clubs and naked swords,
To murder and to death.

4 The devil tempts one mother’s son
To rage against another: 
So wicked Cain was hurried on,
Till he had kill’d his brother.

5 The wise will make their anger cool
At least before `tis night;
But in the bosom of a fool
It burns till morning light.

5 Pardon, O Lord, our childish rage;
Our little brawls remove;
That as we grow to riper age,
Our hearts may all be love.

Song 18.
Against Scoffing and calling Names.

1 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.

2 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.

3 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.

4 When children, in their wanton play
Served old Elisha so,
And bade the prophet go his way,
“Go up, thou bald head, go.”

5 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.

6 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.

Song 19.
Against Swearing and Cursing, and taking God’s Name in vain.

1 Angels that high in glory dwell
Adore thy Name, Almighty God! 
And devils tremble down in hell
Beneath the terrors of thy rod.

2 And yet how wicked children dare
Abuse thy dreadful glorious Name! 
And when they’re angry, how they swear,
And curse their fellows, and blaspheme!

3 How will they stand before thy face,
Who treated thee with such disdain,
While thou shalt doom them to the place
Of everlasting fire and pain?

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.