We ask not "grog courage," so vaunted; To ride amidst breakers undaunted Down anchors-pay out-let her swing free and wide; Like a sea bird she sits!-now she breasts the rough tide! Hold on then, brave Temperance crew. CHORUS. Like a sea bird she sits, as she breasts the rough tide! Come, a bright, bright look-out. Hail each lull, or a pause In the gale!-we have death in our view! But may weather the squall-for in God and our cause Is the trust of a Temperance crew. CHORUS. But may weather the squall, for in God and our cause Is the trust of a Temperance crew. Bear a hand-the storm lulls—and the tide sets off fast, Ere again the wild hurricane brew. Set her topsails, and slip-and the danger is past; Then huzza for a Temperance crew! CHORUS. Set her topsails, and slip-and the danger is past; TABLE OF FIRST LINES. WITH TUNES. A beacon has been lighted-Romaine.... who laugh and sport with death.. All ye Page 49 29 87 72 Away from the revel-Muhlenberg.. 65 And are ye sure the news is true........ Another year has run its round.. Be days of drinking wine forgot-Auld Lang Syne.... 89 Be present at our meeting, Lord.. Be with me, Lord, throughout this day. 10 71 ..... 86 39 .... ... 13 72 67 Can we forget the gloomy time-Auld Lang Syne...... 59 78 46 7 Crystal streamlet! gently flowing-Sicilian Hymn.... 88 Dash to the floor that bowl-Sebastian Bach, H. M..... 63 Daughter of nations! awake from thy slumb's Daughter 38 Daughter of Zion! awake from thy slumbers of Zion 66 Farewell to the cup! we have tarried too long-Scotland 82 Father, how wide thy glory shines... Friends of man and foes to madness-Wilmot. Go, self-polluted loathsome wretch-Melody.. Gracious God, to thee belong-Pleyel's Hymn.. Page ... 12 Hail, day of joy!-Star of Bethlehem... Hail, temp'rance! fair celestial ray. Hail! the New Year jubilee.... 95 33 92 Holy, holy, holy Lord-Kir Hand me the bowl! ye jovial band.. He was a virtuous youth-Boylton•· Hosannas, Lord, to thee we sing... How bright the page where every thought. How dear to my heart are the days of my childhood. How long, O God, how long... How long shall virtue languish-Romaine... 19 16 15 73 20 70 51 47 80 21 51 If one bright spot there is on earth... I heard a voice from heaven.... 83 34 Intemp'rance, like a raging flood... Intemp'rance rears its sinful towers-Newcourt. I saw a youth in his father's hall.. I spring from the rock, from mountain side. Land of Columbia! awake-Daughter of Zion. Let Temperance and her sons rejoice-Sterling• Long and gloomy was the night-Pleyel's Hymn. Luff up boys; clew up and furl every sail.. 18 61 96 81 102 84 75 73 50 101 36 56 35 .103 25 Mournful and sad upon my ear—Ballermo. 26 14 Now, O Lord, in peace dismiss us-Sicily. 74 42 Oh! soft sleep the hills in their sunny repose-Scotland 91 Oh, is there not now any fireman's song.. Oh, shun the bowl-Star of Bethlehem.. Oh, shun the bowl, when rich delight.. Oh, wild is the path of the son of the sea. Page Oh, water for me, bright water for me-Bonny Doon, Scotch air .103 85 79 Only this once the wine-cup glowed-Hamburg· ...... 22 Onward! onward! all victorious-Grenville. O, thou source of ills unnumbered-Middleton.. ..... 50 Praise to the Lord on high-Weymouth.. Sing how eternal Love Some sing the praise of rosy wine. Son of sorrow! son of sorrow-Mount Vernon 55 45 .... 41 46 ... 31 .... 90 54 38 53 98 44 37 15 97 8 81 28 Sons and daughters of the pilgrims-Zion.. 35 42 Speed, speed the temperance ship.. ..100 Stay, mortal, stay! nor heedless thus-Ballermo.. 63 Stop, poor sinners, stop and think.. 27 Stretch'd on a heap of straw, his bed.. Temp'rance, mild blessing, goddess serene.... Temp'rance, tell the listening world-Watchman, tell us of the night. ...... Temp'rance, with pinions widely spread. 20 77 57 .102 That wine-cup! touch it not.. 58 The blessings of the bounteous God.. 41 The drink that's in the drunkard's bowl. 68 The Pledge! the Pledge! the mighty rock· 40 The temp'rance trumpet blow. 34 There was a time, there was a time.. There's a blessing on the wing.. There sprang a tree of deadly name-Luther's Hymn 36 They say the goblet's crowned with flowers... This day, O God, thy blessed hand.. Though sore beset with guilt and fear.... Vain man, on foolish pleasure bent. We praise thee, Lord, if but one soul.. 54 We've heard that round the wine-cup's brim. 69 What shall the dying sinner do.. 14 When God poured out perfection first. 48 When we think of chill starvation-Mount Vernon 23 Who are the brave, if they were not.. 90 Ye captives once to sin and shame.. 27 |