Ye Sons of Adam, Vain and Young

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.