The Worldling

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. Thus while a worldling boasted once, As many now presume; He heard the Lord himself pronounce His sudden, aweful doom. This night, vain fool, thy soul must pass Into a world unknown; And who shall then the stores possess Which thou hast called thine own. Thus blinded mortals fondly scheme For happiness below; Till death disturb the pleasing dream, And they awake to woe. 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. Wretches, who cleave to earthly things, But are not rich to God; Their dying hour is full of stings, And hell their dark abode. Dear Saviour, make us timely wise, Thy gospel to attend; That we may live above the skies, When this poor life shall end.