Lyrics

1. 1. School thy feelings, O my brother;
   Train thy warm, impulsive soul.
   Do not its emotions smother,
   But let wisdom's voice control.
   School thy feelings; there is power
   In the cool, collected mind.
   Passion shatters reason's tower,
   Makes the clearest vision blind.
2. (Chorus)
   School thy feelings, O my brother;
   Train thy warm, impulsive soul.
   Do not its emotions smother,
   But let wisdom's voice control.
3. 2. School thy feelings; condemnation
   Never pass on friend or foe,
   Though the tide of accusation
   Like a flood of truth may flow.
   Hear defense before deciding,
   And a ray of light may gleam,
   Showing thee what filth is hiding
   Underneath the shallow stream.
4. 3. Should affliction's acrid vial
   Burst o'er thy unsheltered head,
   School thy feelings to the trial;
   Half its bitterness hath fled.
   Art thou falsely, basely, slandered?
   Does the world begin to frown?
   Gauge thy wrath by wisdom's standard;
   Keep thy rising anger down.
5. 4. Rest thyself on this assurance:
   Time's a friend to innocence,
   And the patient, calm endurance
   Wins respect and aids defense.
   Noblest minds have finest feelings;
   Quiv'ring strings a breath can move;
   And the gospel's sweet revealings
   Tune them with the key of love.
6. 5. Hearts so sensitively molded
   Strongly fortified should be,
   Trained to firmness and enfolded
   In a calm tranquility.
   Wound not willfully another;
   Conquer haste with reason's might;
   School thy feelings, sister, brother;
   Train them in the path of right.
7. Text: Charles W. Penrose, 1832-1925. (c) 1948 IRI
   Music: George F. Root, 1820-1895