How canst thou say,
I am not polluted?
Jeremiah 2:23
Great the monster called Pollution,
With its creeping stranglehold,
Filling air, lakes, streams, and rivers
With its poisonous germs untold.
'Tis a great obnoxious killer,
This grave menace to mankind,
Belching forth its fumes wherever
Man's inventions one may find.
There's another spreading evil,
Deadly in the printed page;
Many battles 'gainst this traffic
Decent-minded people wage.
Publishers and pedlars flourish
By the obscene paperback,
With the censor's eyes fast closing,
And the hand of justice slack.
In a world by sin corrupted,
To be judged one day by fire,
"Who can say, I'm not polluted?"
Cried the prophet Jeremiah.
All inherit Adam's nature,
None his brother can redeem;
If the source hath been infected,
So must also be the stream.
O the precious blood of Jesus!
Cleansing in its healing flow;
Making hearts by sin benighted,
Whiter than the driven snow.
Safely drink life's crystal waters;
Deeply breathe heav'n's purest air;
Know that in the realms celestial
No pollutants enter there!
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