Rejoices now, by grace subdued,
To serve him with her all.
102.
The Worldling.—Luke, xii, 16-21.
1 "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,
As many now presume,
He heard the Lord himself pronounce
His sudden awful doom.
3 "This night, vain fool, thy soul must pass
Into a world unknown;
And who shall then the stores possess
Which thou hast call'd thine own?"
4 Thus blinded mortals fondly scheme
For happiness below,
Till death disturbs the pleasing dream,
And they awake to woe.
5 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.
6 Wretches, who cleave to earthly things,
But are not rich to God,
Their dying hour is full of stings,
And hell their dark abode.
7 Dear Saviour, make us timely wise
Thy gospel to attend,
That we may live above the skies
When this poor life shall end.
103.
The Barren Fig-Tree.—Luke, xiii, 6—9.
1 The church a garden is,
In which believers stand
