Speak gently, it is better by far to rule by love than fear.
Speak gently, Let no harsh word mar the good you may do here.

Speak gently to the young,
for they will have enough to bear; pass through this life as best they may,

Speak gently to the aged one.
Grieve not the care-worn heart, whose sands of life are nearly run, let such in
peace depart.

Speak gently, kindly, to the poor, let no harsh tone be heard.
They have enough they must endure without an unkind word.

Speak gently.  .  .  ’tis a little thing dropped in the heart’s deep well;
The good, the joy that it may bring eternity shall tell.

My friend, I stand in Judgment now
And feel that You’re to blame somehow.

While on this earth I walked You day by day,
And never did you point the way.

YOU knew the Lord in truth and Glory,
But, never did you ever tell the story,
MY knowledge then was very dim,
You could led me safe to him.

Though we lived-together here on earth,
you never told me of your second birth,
And now I stand this day condemned,
Because you failed to mention Him.
You taught me many things, that’s true,
I called you Friend and trusted you.
But I learned, now that it’s too late,
You could have kept me from this fate.
We walked by day ;and talked by night,
And yet you showed me not the light.
And you let me live, love and die,
And all the while you know I’d never live on high,
Yes, I called you friend in life,
And trusted you in Joy and strife.
And yet in coming to this end,
I see you really weren’t my friend.

“If sinners be damned, at least let them leap to Hell over our bodies. If they will perish, let them perish with our arms about their knees. Let no one go there unwarned and unprayed for.”

—Charles H. Spurgeon