1 "My barns are full, my stores increase,
And now for many years,
Soul, eat and drink, and take thine ease,
Secure from wants and fears."
2 Thus while a worldling boasted once,
As many now presume;
He heard the Lord himself pronounce,
His sudden, awful doom.
3 "This night, vain fool, thy soul must pass
Into a world unknown;
And who shall then the stores possess,
Which thou hast call'd thine own!"
4 Thus blinded mortals fondly scheme,
For happiness below;
'Till death destroys the pleasing dream,
And they awake to woe.
5 Ah! who can speak the vast dismay
That fills the sinner's mind,
When torn, by death's strong hand away,
He leaves his all behind.
6 Wordlings, who cleave to earthly things,
But are not rich to God;
Will feel that death is full of stings,
And hell their dark abode.
7 Dear Saviour make us timely wise,
Thy gospel to attend;
That we may live above the skies,
When this poor life shall end.
|First Line:||My barns are full, my stores increase|
|Title:||The rich worldling condemned|