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WOES Of INTEMPERANCE. |
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2 Let not our conduct harden him; But fill our souls with care, To snatch him from the pit of death. And break the fatal snare,
3. Inflam'd with love and holy zeal, Ne'er would we cease to pray, And watch and strive that he may reach, The realms of endless day.
J. Burns
22 6s. & 8s.
1 HOW long, O God, how long Must thy pure eyes behold
This fair world blasted by the wrong
Man does to man for gold! How long shall reason be cast down, And a fierce demon wear her crown !
2 The prisoner's cell, that all
Life's blessed light bedims, The lash that cuts, the links that gall
The poor slave's festering limbs—-What is this thraldom, to the chain That binds and burns the drunkard's brain!
3 If, then, thy frown is felt,
O God, by those who bind The body—what must be the guilt
Of such as chain the mind— Drag to the pit,—and plunge it in !— O, have not these " the greatest sin ?"
4 The mother of our race,
Whose sin brought death and wo, Yet, in her weakness, found thy grace :—
The Tempter's curse we know. Doth he who drinks wrong most the soul ? Or, he who tempts him to the bowl ? |
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