Give Me Drink

Seventh-day Adventist Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Nov 11, 1880

GIVE ME DRINK.—Mr. Leod, an English writer, puts the following language in the mouths of those who visit the rumseller's den: There's my money—give me drink! There's my clothing and my food—give me drink! There's the clothing, food, and fire of my wife and children—give me drink! There's the education of the family and the peace of the house—give me drink! There's the rent I have robbed from my landlord, fees I have robbed from the school-master, and innumerable articles I have robbed from the shop-keeper—give me drink! Pour me out drink, for more will I yet pay for it. There's my health of body and peace of mind—there's my character as a man and my profession as a Christian—I give up all—give me drink! More yet I have to give! There's my heavenly inheritance and the eternal friendship of the Redeemed—there is all hope of salvation. I give up my Saviour! I give up my God! I resign all. All that is great and glorious in the universe, I resign forever that I may be drunk.