Luke 12: Full of designs for living here

Full of designs for living here
Till death, the worldly man we see.
Till summon'd at the bar to' 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.

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.