By: Soldier Timothy River
Slothful slumber – no more number
Me among those slidden back.
Though once warring, now found snoring,
As dead upon the heaps men stack.
No more abiding, with sin siding.
Lust fulfilled with ardent glee,
Dried for burning, warning spurning,
The last thy chance to bow the knee.
Time’s fast fleeting, furnace heating,
With what will thou meet in the end?
Thy just deserving, quite unnerving,
Eternity’s in anguish spend.
Repentance calling, why the stalling,
Maketh thy peace another day?
With wrath impending, heart be rending,
Christ’s mercy hand, turn not away.
Wait not the morrow, for sin sorrow,
Face to the dust, thyself to see.
In now thy waking spirit’s breaking,
Lift to God thine earnest plea.
Thy sins the knowing, grievance showing,
No more to willingly rebel.
Life amending, no pretending,
Repentance saving thee from Hell.
Slothful slumber, no more number
Me with those who go astray.
With no accusing in the bruising
Of mine pride, Lord, have Thine Way.
