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.