Thanks For Temperance Light
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John Pierpont
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We thank Thee that, amid the throng
Of ransom'd drunkards, we can stand,
And praise Thee that the temp'rance star
E'er rose on this benighted land.
For lost in dire oblivion's maze,
To ruin had we heedless run,
And follow'd in the tempter's ways,
Nor dreamt that we were then undone.
The light of love broke o'er the gloom,
And darkness, which beset our path;
Revealing to our view the doom
Of an Almighty's righteous wrath.
Lord! may the star of temp'rance shine
In each deluded drunkard's breast;
And then thy blessed truths, divine,
Shall fit them for "eternal rest."
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