I will pull down my barns, and build greater; and there will I bestow all my fruits and my goods. And I will say to my soul, But God said unto him,
Soul, thou hast much goods laid up for many years; take thine ease, eat, drink, and be merry.
Thou fool, this night thy soul shall be required of thee: then whose shall those things be, which thou hast provided? So is he that layeth up treasure for himself, and is not rich toward God.
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, awful 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 disturbs 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 Savior, make us timely wise,
Thy Gospel to attend;
That we may live above the skies,
When this poor life shall end.