Vain Man, Thy Fond Pursuits Forbear;
Repent, Thine End Is Nigh;
Death, At The Farthest, Can’t Be Far:
O Think Before Thou Die.

Reflect, Thou Hast A Soul To Save;
Thy Sins, How High They Mount!
What Are Thy Hopes Beyond The Grave?
How Stands That Dark Account?

Death Enters, And There’s No Defense;
His Time There’s None Can Tell;
He’ll In A Moment Call Thee Hence,
To Heaven, Or Down To Hell.

Thy Flesh, Perhaps Thy Greatest Care,
Shall Into Dust Consume;
But, Ah! Destruction Stops Not There;
Sin Kills Beyond The Tomb.