1 Lo the young tribes of Adam rise, And thro' all nature rove, Fulfil the wishes of their eyes, And taste the joys they love.
2 They give a loose to wild desires, But let the sinners know, The strict account that God requires Of all the works they do.
3 The Judge prepares his throne on high, The frighted earth and seas Avoid the fury of his eye, And flee before his face.
4 How shall I bear that dreadful day, And stand the fiery test? I give all mortal joys away To be for ever blest.