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NO DRUNKARDS ARE THERE

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Seventh-day Adventist Missionary Society · Oakland, Cal. · Dec 13, 1883

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 9, No. 47.

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NO DRUNKARDS ARE THERE.

THERE is a beautiful land, we are told, With rivers of silver, streets of gold, Bright the beings whose shining feet Wander along each quiet street; Sweet is the music that fills the air— No drunkards are there.
No garrets are there, where the weary wait, Where the room is cold and the hours are late; No pale-faced wife, with looks of fear, Listens for steps she dreads to hear. The hearts are freed from pain and care— No drink is sold there.
Father, look down from thy throne, I pray, Hasten, oh, hasten a better day; Help us to work as a temperance band, To drive the demon from the land. Help us to wipe away every fear Which drink brings here. —Selected.