The words
Stanza 1. The wishes that the sluggard frames,Of course must fruitless prove;With folded arms he stands and dreams,But has no heart to move.
Stanza 2. His field from others may be known,The fence is broken through;The ground with weeds is overgrown,And no good crop in view.
Stanza 3. No hardship, he, or toil, can bear,No difficulty meet;He wastes his hours at home, for fearOf lions in the street.
Stanza 4. What wonder then if sloth and sleep,Distress and famine bring!Can he in harvest hope to reap,Who will not sow in spring?
Stanza 5. ’Tis often thus, in soul concerns,We gospel–sluggards see;Who if a wish would serve their turns,Might true believers be.
Stanza 6. But when the preacher bids them watch,And seek, and strive, and pray,At every poor excuse they catch,A lion’s in the way!
Stanza 7. To use the means of grace, how loath!We call them still in vain;They yield to their beloved sloth,And fold their arms again.
Stanza 8. Dear Savior, let thy pow’r appear,The outward call to aid;These drowsy souls, can only hearThe voice, that wakes the dead.
Olney Hymns (1779), Book 3, Hymn 78. John Newton. Public domain. CCEL transcription with modernized spelling. www.praylock.com/olney-hymns/3-78
