With trembling limbs, and wasting form,
Thou’rt bending o’er thy tomb;
And can vain hope lead thee astray?
Go, weary pilgrim, watch and pray.
4 Ambition, stop thy panting breath:
Pride, sink thy lifted eye!
Behold the caverns, dark with death,
Before you open lie:
The heavenly warning now obey;
Ye sons of pride, go watch and pray.