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HOPE OF REFORM. |
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35 7s.
THE WORD OF HOPE.
1 THERE'S a blessing on the wing,
Sons of want and misery, sing; This the simple solemn strain, This the word of hope, " Abstain :" Touch nor taste; for dark despair Fills the cup of poison there : With a heaven uplifted eye, From the fell destroyer fly ! Tens of thousands he has slain, Tens of thousands court his chain; Never more his portion take, For your souls' and mercy's sake.
2 Hear-your wives, your children plead, Hear the gospel intercede ! Helpless drunkards, hither fly!
" Touch not, taste not," or you die I Die! alas ! there is a doom, Darker than the darkest tomb, Blacker than the blackest night, Ray less sorrow, endless blight; There the dying drunkard goes, Draining draughts of bitterest woes, List, then, to the simple strain, Hear the word of hope—Abstain !
36 8s. & 7s.
PRAYER OF THE REFORMED.
1 O thou source of ills unnumbered, Long by thee I've been enslaved, Much too long has reason slumbered, But adieu, at last I'm saved. |
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