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18 WOES OF INTEMPERANCE.
2 The drunkard feels his vitals waste,
Yet drowns his health to please his taste, 'Till all his active powers are lost, And fainting life draws near the dust.
3 The glutton groans and loathes to eat,
His soul abhors delicious meat; Nature with heavy loads opprest, Would yield to death to be released.
4 Behold the frighted sinners fly,
To God for help with earnest cry, He hears their groans, prolongs their breath, And saves them from approaching death.
18 C. M.
1 INTEM'RANCE, like a raging flood, Is sweeping o'er the land;
Its dire effects, in tears and blood, Are trac'd on every hand.
2 It still flows on, and bears away
Ten thousands to their doom : Who shall the mighty torrent stay, And disappoint the tomb ?
3 Almighty God! no hand but thine
Can check this flowing tide; Stretch out thine arm of power divine, And bid the flood subside.
4 Dry up the source from whence it flows,
Destroy its fountain head;
That dire Intemp'rance and its woes
No more the earth o'erspread.