Ye sons of Adam, vain and young,
Indulge your eyes, indulge your tongue,
Taste the delights your souls desire,
And give a loose to all your fire;
Pursue the pleasures you design,
And cheer your hearts with songs and wine;
Enjoy the day of mirth, but know
There is a day of judgment, too.
God from on high records your thoughts,
His book records your secret faults;
The works of darkness you have done
Must all appear before the Sun.
The vengeance to your follies due
Should strike your hearts with terror thro’:
How will ye stand before His face,
Or answer for His injured grace?
Almighty God! turn off their eyes
From these alluring vanities;
And let the thunder of Thy Word
Awake their souls to fear the Lord.