It was on a cold and stormy night I saw and heard an awful sight; The lightning flashed and thunder rolled Around my poor benighted soul.
I thought I heard a mournful sound Among the groans still lower down, That awful sight no tongue can tell Is this,—the place called Drunkard's Hell.
I thought I saw the gulf below Where all the dying drunkards go. I raised my hand and sad to tell It was the place called Drunkard's Hell.
I traveled on and got there at last And started to take a social glass; But every time I started,—well, I thought about the Drunkard's Hell.
I dashed it down to leave that place And started to seek redeeming grace. I felt like Paul, at once I'd pray Till all my sins were washed away.
I then went home to change my life And see my long neglected wife. I found her weeping o'er the bed Because her infant babe was dead.
I told her not to mourn and weep Because her babe had gone to sleep; Its happy soul had fled away To dwell with Christ till endless day.
I taken her by her pale white hand, She was so weak she could not stand; I laid her down and breathed a prayer That God might bless and save her there.
I then went to the Temperance hall And taken a pledge among them all. They taken me in with a willing hand And taken me in as a temperance man.
So seven long years have passed away Since first I bowed my knees to pray; So now I live a sober life With a happy home and a loving wife.