John Newton, 1779, from Olney Hymns, vol. 1, hymn 102
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,
3. This night, vain fool, thy soul must pass
4. Thus blinded mortals fondly scheme|
For happiness below;
Till death disturb the pleasing dream,
And they awake to woe.
5. Ah! who can speak the vast dismay
6. Wretches, who cleave to earthly things,
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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