| Text: | The rich fool surprised |
| Author: | Needham |
1 Deluded souls! who think to find
A silid bliss below:
Bliss! the fair flower of Paradise,
On earth can never grow.
2 See how the foolish wretch is pleas'd,
T' increase his wordly store;
Too scanty now he finds his barns,
And covets room for more.
3 "What shall I do?" distrest he cries,
"This scheme will I pursue:
"My scanty barns shall now come down,
"I'll build them large and new."
4 "Here will I lay my fruits, and bid
"My soul to take tis ease:
"Eat, drink, be glad, my lasting store
"Shall give what joys I please."
5 Scarce had he spoke, when lo! from heaven
The Almighty made reply:
"For whom dost thou provide, thou fool?
"This night thyself shall die."
6 Teach me, my God, all earthly joys
Are but an empty dream;
And may I seek my bliss alone,
In thee the good supreme!
| Text Information | |
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| First Line: | Deluded souls! who think to find |
| Title: | The rich fool surprised |
| Author: | Needham |
| Meter: | C. M. |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1792 |
| Scripture: | |
| Topic: | The World; Rich fool surprised |
| Notes: | Public Domain. |