Pity The Poor Drunkard

1 Oh, pity the drunkard the poor, fallen drunkard,
Who drains the vile drug from the poisonous bowl!
It is not destruction alone to his body,
It ruins forever his blood-purchased soul.

Chorus:
Oh, pity the drunkard, go strive to reclaim him!
Oh, bring him to Jesus, the Lamb for us slain;
For only the Saviour can rescue and save him,
And lead him to peace and to virtue again.

2 Oh, pity the drunkard, the poor, fallen drunkard!
He sees not the serpent that hides in the bowl;
Go, speak to him kindly, go lead him to Jesus,
rescue him, save him — Oh, save his last soul. [Chorus]

3 Oh, pity his wife, and his poor, friendless children!
They groan 'neath their burden of anguish and pain;
Go, make a strung effort to save him from ruin,
And lead him to peace and to virtue again. [Chorus]

Source: The Evergreen: songs for the Sunday school, sanctuary and home circle #45