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CXCV. The rich worldling condemned

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.

Text Information

• First Line: My barns are full, my stores increase
• Title: The rich worldling condemned
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1799
• Scripture:
  Luke 12:16-21
• Topic: Worldling condemned
• Notes: Now Public Domain.

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