Verse 1
“A little more delicious sleep,”
The self-indulgent Sluggard cries,
“Mine eyes I cannot open keep,
I cannot find the heart to rise.”

Verse 2
He folds his arms to rest again,
Talents, and life he thus employs,
And sinking into endless pain,
Body, estate, and soul destroys.

Verse 3
His slumbers loth to discompose
He rests secure, insensible
(As if to God he nothing owes)
Sleeps out his time, and wakes in hell!

Verse 4
But here Thou mayst awake, and call,
Sleeper, upon the pardning God,
Who died, and offers life to all,
Who pitying sees thee in thy blood.

Verse 5
Now, Saviour, now thy latest cries
Repeat; thy quickning word, Forgive,
And bid the slumbring soul arise,
And bid the twice-bad sinner live;

Verse 6
Live to employ thy gifts aright,
His precious moments to improve,
Blameless to walk before thy sight,
And pay Thee back thy dying love.