Tune: Aberystwyth
(\'Jesu, lover of my soul\')
Luke 12 v.16-21
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Ground of a rich man brought forth
Plenty produce, gave its worth
He did say, What shall I do
All this before me I view
I have no room where to store
My crops, I have even more
He did think only of self
He not sharing of his wealth
He said, This will I do, I
Will pull down barns by and by
And will build greater ones, so
There all my fruits, crops bestow
And i will say to my soul
Soul, you now satisfied, whole
Goods laid up for many years
Of lacking I have no fears
Take it easy, eat and drink
Of poor, needy do not think
Be merry, do what you will
Your goods protect you from ill
But God said to him, You fool
This night required be your soul
Of you, then whose shall these things
Be, which you false comfort brings?
So are they that lay up store
Treasure for self, more and more
And are not unto God rich
But rely on their goods, which
They keep and store to provide
For themselves, in good confide
Lord, may our true treasure be
In you now, eternally