Tis Thine Alone, Almighty Name


‘Tis Thine
alone,
almighty
Name,
To raise
the dead
to life,
The lost
inebriate
to reclaim
From
passion’s
fearful
strife.
What ruin
hath
intemperance
wrought
How widely
roll its
waves!
How many
myriads
hath it
brought
To fill
dishonored
graves!And
see, O
Lord, what
numbers
still
Are
maddened
by the
bowl,
Led
captive at
the
tyrant’s
will
In
bondage,
heart and
soul.Stretch
forth Thy
hand, O
God, our
King
And break
the
galling
chain;
Deliverance
to the
captive
bring,
And end
the
usurper’s
reign.The
cause of
temperance
is Thine
own;
Our plans
and
efforts
bless;
We trust,
O Lord, in
Thee alone
To crown
them with
success.