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WOES OF INTEMPERANCE. |
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29 7s. & 6s.
1 STOP poor sinners, stop and think, Before you further go ;
Will you sport upon the brink
Of everlasting wo ? On the verge of ruin stop,
Now the friendly warning take, Stay your footsteps—ere you drop
Into the burning lake.
2 Ghastly death will quickly come,
And drag you to his bar ; Then to hear your awful doom,
Will fill you with despair ! All your sins will round you crowd,
You shall mark their crimson dye ; Each for vengeance crying loud,
And what can you reply ?
3 Tho' your heart were made of steel,
Your forehead lined with brass-God at length will make you feel,
He will not let you pass ; Sinners then in vain will call,
Those who now despise his grace, 4 Rocks and mountains on us fall,
And hide us from his face."
Newfon.
30 C. M.
A CALL TO REFORMATION.
1 WE captives once to sin and shame,
By dire intemperance led, Whese thirst v/as like the fiery flame, With burning spirits fed ;
2 The noble forms your Maker gave
Were tottering to the dust, Without a hope that Christ would save, On Him ye could not trust; |
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