Luke 16:22, 23: The rich man also died, and was buried, &c

Gripp'd by the' arresting hand of death.
The glutton too resigns his breath.
Lodged in a stately tomb!
His carcase leaves its bliss behind.
His soul with torturing fiends confined
Receives its fearful doom.

Below he lifts his haggard eyes.
Cursed with a glimpse of paradise,
And sees the beggar there:
The loss of heavenly happiness
Doth all his raging pangs increase
And deepens his despair.

Thou epicure not yet in hell.
Thy danger now submit to feel
While thy damnation stays:
Awake out of thy worldly dream,
Lift up thine eyes in prayer to Him
Who offers all His grace.

Thou need'st not feel the' infernal woe,
Or to that place of torment go,
That endless misery:
Repent, renounce thy wealth and ease,
Sell all for Jesu's love, and seize
The heaven prepared for thee.