The Cyber Hymnal ‎#12032

12032. My Barns Are Full

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 called 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 Savior, make us timely wise,
Thy Gospel to attend;
That we may live above the skies,
When this poor life shall end.

Text Information

• First Line: My barns are full, my stores increase
• Title: My Barns Are Full
• Alterer: John Newton
• Meter: CM
• Language: English
• Source: Olney Hymns (London, W. Oliver, 1779), Book 1
• Copyright: Public Domain

Tune Information

• Name: HUNNYS
• Meter: CM
• Key: f minor
• Source: Seven Solos of a Sorrowful Soul, 1585
• Copyright: Public Domain