Verse 1
Full of designs for living here,
Till death, the worldly man we see,
Till summon’d at the bar t’ appear
Unmindful of eternity:
In vain he passes all his days,
He lives a wretch for this alone,
Earth to remove, and heap, and raise,
And leave it to his heirs unknown.
Verse 2
The perishable things below
He fondly reckons all his goods,
No happiness desires to know,
No treasure in those bright abodes;
Renounces the good things unseen,
The saints’ ineffable delight,
The heavenly joys of righteous men,
The Good Supreme, the Saviour’s Sight