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.
~ Isaac Watts
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