Hymn VIII [Book I]

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I.How vain the wretch that dares employHis mind in quest of sensual joy,And for an hour of carnal mirthChain down his soul to endless death!

II.Why will you waste your days in vain,Expos'd to everlasting pain?Your hours are short, your moments fly,O think, vain man, you're born to die.

III.When death arrests, how will you bearTo close your eyes in black despair?How will you bear eternal painWhere horrors, woes, and darkness reign?

IV.Ah! could you now one moment knowThe horrors of that gulph below,You would not hug your sensual joys,Nor sell your souls for empty toys.

© Alline Henry