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But can this his idol save him,
When he comes to dying bed:
When the devil's wait to have him,
Watching round his guilty head?
What new plea, what strong petition.
Can he urge to stop his doom:
Vain his cries, and vain his wishing,
When to judgment he shall come.
Devils that have urg'd his sinning,
Prais'd the foaming liquor well,
Soon with yells, and ghastly grinning,
Down shall plunge him deep in hell.
Stop, then, drinker! dash the liquor,
Dash it from thee on the ground;
Not a serpent stings the quicker,
None with viler poison's found.
Stop there! turn thine eyes to heaven,
Seek the loving dying Lord;
Pray to have thy sins forgiven,
And thy sin-lost soul restor'd.
Grace can heal thy sin-sick nature,
Give thee pow'r thy lusts to quell;
Make thee quite another creature,
Make thee whole, and keep thee well.
Hear the word the Gospel sends thee,
"Laden sinner, come to me;"
If the Saviour mild befriends thee,
Sav'd for ever thou shalt be.
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