Ye indolent and slothful! rise,
View the ant’s labours, and be wise;
She has no guide to point her way,
No ruler chiding her delay:
Yet see with what incessant cares
She for the winter’s storm prepares;
In summer she provides her meat,
And harvest finds her store complete.
But when will slothful man rise?
How long shall sleep seal up his eyes?
Sloth more indulgence still demands;
Sloth shuts the eyes, and folds the hands.
But mark the end; want shall assail,
When all your strength and vigour fail;
Want, like an armed man, shall rush
The hoary head of age to crush.
|Instances (1 - 2 of 2)||Title||First Line||Tune||Tune Key||Author||Meter||Scripture||Date||Subject||Source|
|A Collection of Hymns for Public and Private Worship approved by the Presbytery of Charleston #d184||Ye indolent and slothful, rise||Ye indolent and slothful, rise||Samuel Martin||1796|
|Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #R12||Prov. 6:6-12: Ye indolent and slothful! rise||Ye indolent and slothful! rise||8,8,8,8||Proverbs 6:6-12||1800|