Wearied by Day With Toils and Cares
John Newton, on the fire at Olney. September 22, 1777, from Olney Hymns, vol. 2, hymn 69
|Wearied by day with toils and cares,|
How welcome is the peaceful night!
Sweet sleep our wasted strength repairs,
And fits us for returning light.
2. Yet when our eyes in sleep are closed,
3. 'Tis of the Lord that we can sleep
4. For months and years of safety past,
|5. The shout of fire! a dreadful cry,|
Impressed each heart with deep dismay;
While the fierce blaze and red'ning sky,
Made midnight wear the face of day.
6. The throng and terror who can speak!
7. But prayer prevailed, and saved the town;
8. O, may that night be ne'er forgot!