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Take thou the tempting cup away,
List to our pleading prayer,
Over thy life a curse shall hang
That will be hard to bear.
For oh! remember that this earth
Is not the end of life,
It may be full of bitterness,
Of worse than earthly strife.
List to our pleading prayer,
Over thy life a curse shall hang
That will be hard to bear.
For oh! remember that this earth
Is not the end of life,
It may be full of bitterness,
Of worse than earthly strife.
Oh! cans't thou see a sweet child weep
With anguish deep and wild,
Knowing that thou hast caused its grief,
Made it a drunkard's child?
Or see fair woman droop and die,
Too frail to bear the life,
Worse, far, far worse each day, than death
To her, a drunkard's wife?
With anguish deep and wild,
Knowing that thou hast caused its grief,
Made it a drunkard's child?
Or see fair woman droop and die,
Too frail to bear the life,
Worse, far, far worse each day, than death
To her, a drunkard's wife?
Oh! can'st thou see the bloated form,
The pain distorted face,
Knowing it was thy hand that stamped
That name with dark disgrace?
And can'st thou hear the widow's cry,
One hour of sorrow save,
To her who kneels, with broken heart,
Beside a drunkard's grave?
The pain distorted face,
Knowing it was thy hand that stamped
That name with dark disgrace?
And can'st thou hear the widow's cry,
One hour of sorrow save,
To her who kneels, with broken heart,
Beside a drunkard's grave?
