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.