There is a little member
Which is not hard to find
It is a mighty weapon
That cannot be confined

It can bring joy and comfort
It soothes both hurt and woe
A balm to weary pilgrims
A help against the foe

A weaker brother stumbling
Is made to turn around
A wounded sister bleeding
Is lifted from the ground

But ah- that little member
Can cause a world of pain
If not to God surrendered
His servant to ordain

It hurts it cuts it murders
The lives of fellow men
It dims the light of heaven
And makes the world condemn

Ah little tongue, I beg thee
Bend to thy Lord above
That on the path you travel
Your ministry is love.