Evils of Intemperance

Verse 1

Mourn for the thousands slain, The youthful and the strong, Mourn for the wine-cup's fearful reign, And the deluded throng.

Verse 2

Mourn for the lost, but call, Call to the strong, the free; Rouse them to shun that dreadful fall, And to the Refuge flee.

Verse 3

Mourn for the lost, but pray, Pray to our God above, To break the fell destroyer's sway. And show his saving love.