Text: | The Worldling |
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 persume;
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 disturbs 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 Wretches who cleave to earthly things,
But are not rich to God;
Their dying hour 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.
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First Line: | My barns are full, my stores increase |
Title: | The Worldling |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1803 |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. |