1 Ye sons of Adam, vain and young, Indulge your eyes, indulge your tongue, Taste the delight your souls desire, And give a loose to all your fire.
2 Pursue the pleasures ye design, And cheer your hearts with songs and wine, Enjoy the day of mirth; but know There is a day of judgment too.
3 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.
4 The vengeance to your follies due Should strike your hearts with terror thro': How will ye stand before his face, Or answer for his injur'd grace?
5 Almighty God, turn off their eyes From these alluring vanities; And let the thunder of thy word Awake their souls to fear the Lord.