And still make plans for more?
Thou fool! this very night
Thy soul may wing its flight.
4. Hast thou no being than thyself more dear,
That plows the ocean deep?
And when storms sweep the wintry, lowering skies,
For whom thou wakest and weepest?
O, when thy pangs are deepest,
Seek then the covenant ark of prayer,
For He that slumbereth not, is there,