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32 HOPE OF REFORM.
2 Long bereft of every blessing,
I have sought for rest in vain ; Misery's iron hand oppressing, Held its unrelenting chain.
3 Once my injur'd wife beset me,
By unmeasur'd wo unblest; Ragged children ever met me; Dreams of horrors broke my rest.
4 I was sick, but now I'm- healthy ;
I have just escap'd the tomb; I was poor, but now I'm wealthy; Plenty smiles upon my home.
5 Star of temp'rance, brightly shining,
Shed thy radiant beams around;
Every joyous heart combining,
Loudly let its praise resound.
American.
37 L. M.
DRUNKARD'S HOPE.
1 THOUGH sore beset with guilt and fear,
I cannot, dare not quit despair. If I must perish, would the Lord Have taught my heart to love his word ? Would he have giv'n me eyes to see My danger and my remedy ? Reveal'd his name, and bid me pray, Had he resolved to say me nay ?
2 No : though cast down, I am not slain ; I'm fallen, but shall rise again.
The present, Satan, is thy hour, But Jesus shall control thy power. His love will plead for my relief; He hears my groans, he sees my grief; Nor will he suffer thee to boast A soul that sought his help was lost. |
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