Teach Me the Prophets Smooth to Shun

Teach me the prophets smooth to shun

Who wrap their words in soft­est love

But lead their fond dis­ci­ples down

A spa­cious way to joys ab­ove:

O may I still my sta­tion keep

Hold fast Thy Word

and cross

and name

Beware the cloth­ing of the sheep

Beware the lang­uage of the Lamb!

Whoe’er for sin and Sa­tan plead

Fruits of the flesh they sure­ly bear

To Hell

not Heav­en

their doc­trines lead;

And there the spe­cious pro­phets are!

These by the beast­ly mark we know

The mark Thou hast Thy­self as­signed

And on we to per­fect­ion go

And leave the breth­ren false be­hind.