Poems (Jordan)/Sinful Pleasures
SINFUL PLEASURES
The pleasures of this earth
Can bring no lasting bliss;
They furnish present mirth
And, with it, effervesce.
Can bring no lasting bliss;
They furnish present mirth
And, with it, effervesce.
Though the first taste of sin
Be to the taster, sweet,
There hes the dregs within,
The bitterest regret.
Be to the taster, sweet,
There hes the dregs within,
The bitterest regret.
A snare covered with flow'rs
Sin places in our path,
To trap these feet of ours
And hurl us down to death!
Sin places in our path,
To trap these feet of ours
And hurl us down to death!
I hold this as a word
Of God, in warning sent;—
Each sin doth sheathe the sword
For its own punishment.
Of God, in warning sent;—
Each sin doth sheathe the sword
For its own punishment.
The pleasures God doth give,
Enjoyed, bring no remorse;
They Earth and Death survive
And last long as their Source!
Enjoyed, bring no remorse;
They Earth and Death survive
And last long as their Source!