The Cup Of Wine With Beckning Hand
The cup of wine, with beck’ning hand,
Allures with promise sweet;
Yet, once within its treach’rous grasp,
It bindeth hands and feet.
Wine is a mocker, and strong drink is raging,
And whosoever is deceived thereby is not wise;
Who hath sorrow? Who hath sorrow?
They that tarry long at wine,
Tarry long at wine.
Let not the tempter’s voice deceive,
But shun the proffered bowl;
A danger lurks in ev’ry draught,
And claims the victim’s soul. [Chorus]
The tempter’s wiles still lure us on
In varied form and guise;
He comes to us with tempting grace–
Touch not; if thou art wise. [Chorus]
Our strength must fail, our arms must fall,
If we resist alone;
But they who call for help from God
He keepeth as his own. [Chorus]