Scripture Verse

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, Soul, thou hast much goods laid up for many years; take thine ease, eat, drink, and be merry. But God said unto him, 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. Luke 12:18–21


John Newton (1725–1807)

Words: John New­ton, Ol­ney Hymns (Lon­don: W. Ol­iv­er, 1779), Book 1, num­ber 102. The world­ling.

Music: Hun­nys, me­lo­dy from Se­ven Sobs of a Sor­row­ful Soul, 1585 (🔊 pdf nwc).


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.