The Drunkard's March

1 Tramp, tramp, tramp, in the drunkard’s way,
March the feet of a million men,
If none shall pity and none shall save,
Where will all this marching end?
The young, the strong, and the old are there,
In woeful ranks as they hurry past
With not a moment to think or care
What the fate that comes at last.

Refrain:
Tramp, tramp, tramp, tramp, tramp, tramp, tramp,
Tramp, tramp, tramp, tramp,
What a fearful, ghastly throng;
Rouse, Christian, rouse ere it be too late,
Rescue these souls from the drunkard’s fate.

2 Tramp, tramp, tramp, to a drunkard’s doom,
Out of boyhood pure and fair,
Over the thoughts of love and home,
Past the check of a mother’s prayer,
Onward and swift to a drunkard’s crime,
Over the pleas of the wife and child
Over the holiest ties of time,
Reason lost, and soul gone wild. [Refrain]

3 Tramp, tramp, tramp till a drunkard’s grave
Hides the broken life of shame,
While souls that Jesus has died to save
Meet a future we dare not name;
God help us all—there’s a cross to bear,
And work to do for the mighty throng;
God give us strength, till the toil and prayer
Shall give place to the victor’s song. [Refrain]

Source: The Ark of Praise #82

• MIDI file from The Ark of Praise #82