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THE RICH FOOL SURPRISED




Deluded souls, who think to grasp
A solid bliss below!
Bliss! the fair flower of paradise,
On earth can never grow.


See how the foolish wretch is pleased,
T' increase his worldly store;
Too narrow now he finds his barns,
And covets room for more.


“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.”


“Here will I lay my fruits, and bid
My soul enjoy her ease;
Eat, drink, be glad, my lasting store
Shall yield what joys I please.”


Scarce had he spoke, when lo! from heaven
Th' Almighty made reply;
“Thou fool, for whom dost thou provide,
Since thou this night shalt die!”


Teach me, my God, that earthly joys
Are but an empty dream;
And let me find my all of bliss
la thee, the good supreme.

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LYRICS
Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates:
      Bible Refs: Lk 12:16-22;
      LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
      Hymn/Song Book Year Song #
      1815# 653
      MUSIC
      Name: WINDSOR
      Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1533,1591
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