1 What ruin hath intemperance wrought! How widely roll its waves! How many myriads hath it brought To fill dishonored graves!
2 Stretch forth thy hand, O God, our King, And break the galling chain; Deliverance to the captive bring, And end the usurper’s reign.
3 The cause of temperance is thine own; Our plans and efforts bless; We trust, O Lord, in thee alone To crown them with success.Source: Gospel Gems Number 1 : One Hundred Eighty Sacred Selections for Religious Meetings #175