<p class="tit-song">THE DRUNKARD'S HELL <span class="pagenum"><SPAN id="page395" name="page395"></SPAN>(p. 395)</span></p>
<p>It was on a cold and stormy night<br/>
I saw and heard an awful sight;<br/>
The lightning flashed and thunder rolled<br/>
Around my poor benighted soul.</p>
<p>I thought I heard a mournful sound<br/>
Among the groans still lower down,<br/>
That awful sight no tongue can tell<br/>
Is this,—the place called Drunkard's Hell.</p>
<p>I thought I saw the gulf below<br/>
Where all the dying drunkards go.<br/>
I raised my hand and sad to tell<br/>
It was the place called Drunkard's Hell.</p>
<p>I traveled on and got there at last<br/>
And started to take a social glass;<br/>
But every time I started,—well,<br/>
I thought about the Drunkard's Hell.</p>
<p>I dashed it down to leave that place<br/>
And started to seek redeeming grace.<br/>
I felt like Paul, at once I'd pray<br/>
Till all my sins were washed away.</p>
<p>I <span class="pagenum"><SPAN id="page396" name="page396"></SPAN>(p. 396)</span> then went home to change my life<br/>
And see my long neglected wife.<br/>
I found her weeping o'er the bed<br/>
Because her infant babe was dead.</p>
<p>I told her not to mourn and weep<br/>
Because her babe had gone to sleep;<br/>
Its happy soul had fled away<br/>
To dwell with Christ till endless day.</p>
<p>I taken her by her pale white hand,<br/>
She was so weak she could not stand;<br/>
I laid her down and breathed a prayer<br/>
That God might bless and save her there.</p>
<p>I then went to the Temperance hall<br/>
And taken a pledge among them all.<br/>
They taken me in with a willing hand<br/>
And taken me in as a temperance man.</p>
<p>So seven long years have passed away<br/>
Since first I bowed my knees to pray;<br/>
So now I live a sober life<br/>
With a happy home and a loving wife.</p>
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