He becomes poor who works with a slack and idle hand, but the hand of the diligent makes rich. Proverbs 10:4
Words: John Berridge, Sion’s Songs (London: Vallance & Conder, 1785), number 44.
If you know where to get a good photo of Ambrose (head-and-shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels), would you ?
Alas, what mean those fears,
That dry and withered look;
That head besprinkled with gray hairs,
And hands with palsy shook?
Thy heart once all a flame,
Fed well on Jesus’ store,
But starvèd now, and sick, and lame,
Thou seemest sadly poor.
Be sure thou hast been slack,
And settling on thy lees,
The Bible cast behind thy back,
And seldom on thy knees.
To Jesus thou art grown
A stranger once again;
No wonder He has made thee moan,
And look like any Cain.
Come, lift the feeble hand,
And shake the drowsy mind,
Gird up thy loins for Canaan’s land,
And fast thy sandals bind.
To Jesus yet return,
And Jesus will receive;
Awhile He makes the rambler mourn,
And then His peace will give.