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WOES OF INTEMPERANCE. 25 |
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THE DRUNKARD'S LAMENT.
1 MID sorrows and sadness I'm destined to roam,
Forlorn and forsaken, deprived of my home, Intem'prance hath robb'd me of all that was dear, Of my home in the skies, and my happiness here,
Home ! home! sweet, sweet home !
An exile from God, I shall ne'er find a home.
2 I vainly presumed when I first took the cup, I could drink if I chose, or I could give it up; But I tampered too long, too long tempted heaven, 'Till an outcast from God and his presence I'm driven.
Home ! home! sweet, sweet home,
On earth or in heaven, I shall ne'er find a home.
3 My heart broken wife in her grave hath found rest, And my children have gone to the land of the blest; While I a poor wretch, a vile wanderer like Cain, With the " mark" of the beast on the earth still remain.
Home! home! sweet, sweet home!
How happy was I with my loved ones at home.
4 Farewell to the social endearments of home, Justly loathed by my fellows I wander alone,
For presumptuously sinning and tempting the Lord,
Of the fruit of my ways, I must reap the reward.
Home ! home ! sweet, sweet home!
An exile from God, I shall ne'er find a home.
G. Russel.
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