Repent aright, and sinning cease,
Lest heavy guilt be found on thee.
He who forsakes the Lord Most High
For love of sin, sinks deep in woes;
The evils wrought in secresy
Full well the Eye all-searching knows.
Let these be thoughts for Adam’s race;
To me they do not seem untrue;
Men for a time may know their place,
But death at last they can’t eschew.