Ho! preachers of His Gospel who
Salvation came to bring,
Rest from your labors for awhile,
And join our gathering!
Ye servants of the Living God!
Your fealty cast aside,
And with us for a single day
Stand on the Devil’s side!
What boots it that we open wide
Another door to woe,
Through which a still increasing tide
Of human souls shall flow?
Hell must be peopled; and our plan
Is quite the surest one;
Our railway ‘s a descending grade,
Our cars the swiftest run.
Not faster do the waters plunge
Adown Passaic’s steep,
Not swifter do the lightnings fly
Athwart the vaulted deep,
Than our good train, when once she starts,
With freight of priceless souls,
Speeds to the pit where, deep and dark,
Perdition’s Ocean rolls.
Then come with us and view the train;
The depot consecrate;
Where God’s voice in the cataract speaks,
Rum’s reign inaugurate!
Ho! servants of the Living God!
Your fealty cast aside,
And with us, for a single day,
Stand on the Devil’s side!
(Alfred Gibbs Campbell)
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