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The Lord is good to all;
His tender mercies are over all his works. ye therefore merciful,
As your Father also is merciful.
The merciful man doeth good to his own soul,
But he that is cruel troubleth his own flesh. A righteous man regardeth the life of his beast,
But the tender mercies of the wicked are cruel.
Blessed are the merciful,
Ps. xxxv. 5; cxlv. 9; Luke vi. 36; Prov. xi. 17; xii. 10; Lam. iii. 22; Matt. v. 7.
275. Put away Evil Speaking.
SPEAK not evil of another,
What if others told of you
It would seem to you unkind ;-
Envy of a neighbour's good
276. Their Tongue is a sharp Sword.
THOU shalt not raise a false report:
Thou shalt not follow a multitude to do
Keep thee far from a false matter.
Thou shalt not respect the person of the poor,
Nor honour the person of the mighty.
Judging our Neighbour.
JUDGE not, that ye be not judged. For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged;
And with what measure ye mete,
And why beholdest thou the mote
First cast out the beam out of thine own
And then shalt thou see clearly
To cast out the mote out of thy brother's eye.-Matt. vii. 1.
Charity thinketh no Evil.
SPEAK not evil one of another, brethren. He that speaketh evil of his brother, and judgeth his brother,
Speaketh evil of the law, and judgeth the law:
But if thou judge the law, thou art not a doer of the law, but a judge.
There is one lawgiver, who is able to save and to destroy:
Who art thou that judgest another?
279. Honour to whom Honour is due. (7.5's.)
BLESSED is a lowly mind,
But a spirit proud and blind,
Pleasant 'tis to see the young
Gladly help with hand and tongue,
Pay respect where it is due,
To your Queen be ever true-
To the passing stranger show
To your betters, high or low,
Honour the Aged.
THOU shalt rise up before the hoary head,
The beauty of old men is the grey head.
If it be found in the way of righteousness.
A MAN of God to Bethel came,
But Israel had forgot God's name,
O, were there none to teach the young
Or had they learned with scornful tongue
Alas! the godless children flocked To scoff with one accord; Despised the aged head, and mocked The prophet of the Lord.
The prophet spake God's dreadful curse,
For God sent from the wood two bears,
I WENT by the field of the slothful, And by the vineyard of the man void of understanding;
And lo, it was all grown over with thorns, And nettles had covered the face thereof; And the stone wall thereof was broken down.
Then I saw, and considered it well;
ALL idle children stand Full in temptation's way; And evils lurk on every hand, To wile their souls astray.
Not Slothful in Business.