’Tis Thine alone
almighty name
To raise the dead to life
The lost inebriate to reclaim
From passion’s fearful strife.
What ruin hath intemperance wrought
How widely roll its waves!
How many myriads hath it brought
To fill dishonored graves!
And see
O Lord
what numbers still
Are maddened by the bowl
Led captive at the tyrant’s will
In bondage
heart and soul.
Stretch forth Thy hand
O God
our king
And break the galling chain;
Deliverance to the captive bring
And end the usurper’s reign.
The cause of temperance is Thine own;
Our plans and efforts bless;
We trust
in Thee alone
To crown them with success.
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