791. L. M. Anonymous. Temperance Hymn. 1 God of our fathers, 'tis thy hand Hath turned the tide of death away, That rolled in madness o'er the land, And filled thy people with dismay. 2 Thy voice awaked us from our dream: Thy spirit taught our hearts to feel; 'Twas thy own light, whose radiant beam Came down our duty to reveal. 3 Almighty Parent, still in thee Our spirits trust for strength divine; Gird us with heaven's own energy, And o'er our paths let wisdom shine. 4 The work of man's destruction stay; The tide of fire still backward press; Drive each delusive mist away, And every humble effort bless.
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