1 O think of the homes destroyed by drink,
Where love once reigned supreme;
But they tremble now on ruin’s brink,
The past seems only a dream
Refrain:
By the mercies of God which you enjoy,
Arise in your might, today,
And all of your ransomed pow’rs employ
To break the rum fiend’s sway!
2 O think of the lives now wrecked and sad,
Whose prospects once were bright;
By the poisoned cup they’re driven mad
And left in hopeless night. [Refrain]
3 O think of the souls forever lost,
By rum fiend cruelly slain;
In the fiery billows, tempest tossed,
They dwell in endless pain. [Refrain]
4 O think of the young, now tempted sore,
And save them while you may;
Thou you’ve fought the foe, O fight the more,
Till you have won the day. [Refrain]
Source: Hymns of the Kingdom: for use in religious meetings #63