Lo the Young Tribes of Adam Rise

Verse 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.

Verse 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.

Verse 3

The Judge prepares his throne on high,
The frighted earth and seas
Avoid the fury of his eye,
And flee before his face.

Verse 4

How shall I bear that dreadful day,
And stand the fiery test?
I give all mortal joys away
To be for ever blest.