They try to provoke and sadden others: they have no sense of fitness, but talk at random. Far from each of us be that wild, ungovernable tongue which wounds others needlessly: be ours the gentle, holy conversation which blesses both the hearer and the speaker; thus shall this family be a little heaven below.
Jesus, the sinner’s Friend, to Thee,
Lost and undone, for aid I flee;
Weary of earth, myself, and sin,
Open thine arms and take me in.
Pity and heal my sin-sick soul;
‘Tis thou alone canst make me whole;
Fallen, till in me thine image shine,
And lost I am, till thou art mine.