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 beholds 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 through:

How will you 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.