Young people, all, now at the ball,
As one that loves you dearly,
On you I call to humbly fall,
And sue for pardon early;
For civil mirth practiced on earth,
Will sink your souls to ruin;
You bring a dearth on souls of worth,
While such a course pursuing.
But if you act as mortals should,
Christ’s promise you may merit,
As he hath said (and he is good),
The kingdom you’ll inherit.
Sad is the state of mortals’ fate,
That leave God’s way untrodden;
And pain and wo you soon will know,
When glee and mirth’s forgotten.