5 It filleth health and beauty's cup,
And wrath and sorrow doth it drown,
As from our wells it cometh up,
As from thy clouds it cometh down.
6 For the cool water we have quaffed,
Source of all good! we owe thee much;
Our lips have touched no burning draught
This day, nor shall they ever touch.
7 When we retire to our repose,
And night's dark curtains round us draw,
O guard us, as thou guardest those
Who trust thy care, and keep thy law!
ISE and shine through every nation,
O thou temp'rance star divine!
Bless, O bless the whole creation;
Enter every heart and mind.
Rouse the drunkards!
Teach them to be wise in time.
2 Guided by the great Jehovah,
Strengthen'd by his mighty hand,
Even drunkards are made sober;
See them travel through the land.
They shall prosper-
Joined in one te-total band.
3 Who will come and join our standard?
Help to pull the strong-holds down?
Temperance men, unite come forward,
Then the victory is your own;
Endless glory
Will your useful labors crown.
NWARD! onward! band victorious,
ONWA towards banner high
Thus far hath your course been glorious;
Now your day of triumph's nigh.
Vice and error flee before you
As the darkness flies the sun;
Onward, vict'ry hovers o'er you,
Soon the battle will be won!
2 Onward! onward! songs and praises
Ring to heaven's topmost arch,
Whensoe'er your standard raises,
And your conquering legions march.
Gird the temp'rance armor on you,
Look for guidance from above;
God and angels smile upon you,
Hasten then your work of love!
3 Lo, what multitudes despairing!
Widows, orphans, heirs of wo,
And the slaves their fetters wearing,
Reeling madly to and fro;
Mercy, justice, both entreat you
To destroy their bitter foe;
Christians, patriots, good men greet you,
To the conflict bravely go!
4 To the vender and distiller
Thunder truth with startling tone!
Swell the accents louder, shriller,
Make their guilt enormous known.
Onward! onward! never falter,
Cease not till the earth is free;
Swear on temp'rance' holy altar,
Death is yours, or VICTORY!
YOME, ye messengers of mercy,
Ye who gospel trumpets sound,
Aid us in this controversy,
Satan's kingdom to confound;
Come and join us ;
So shall righteousness abound.
2 Come, ye men of lower classes,
Ye who labor hard and long;
Ye who think your single glasses
Make you happy, hale and strong
Come and join us ;
Come, and prove us right or wrong.
3 For your country's reformation,
For your children's future weal,
For your own sure preservation-
To your conscience we appeal.
Come and join us ;
Touch not, taste not, drink no more.
FEMALE AID REQUIRED.
THAT the Lord would hear
Our supplicating cry;
In our behalf appear,
A Saviour ever nigh;
And sweetly prompt each female's heart,
To take with us an active part.
2 Ye Sarah's now arise,
Ye Miriams all come forth;
While Hannahs, truly wise,
Now prove your genuine worth.
No power like yours-save that above,
To teach sobriety and love.
3 Marys and Marthas join,
As vessels of his grace,
Counsel with love combine,
To save our sinking race;
To bid them of strong drinks beware,
That they may shun the tempter's snare,
4 Come forth ye lovely train,
Your nobler powers display;
Nor shall you plead in vain;
But win the well-fought day.
Mothers and maidens then shall sing,
And earth with hallelujahs ring,
5 Each house shall then become
A paradise below;
And all enjoy a home,
Where sweetest pleasures flow;
And thousands join with sweet accord
To praise the Saviour, Christ, the Lord.
TOW bright the page whose every thought,
H Was kindled at the shrine of truth:
How dark the works with poison fraught,
To taint the fountain of our youth.
2 How mounts the souls with rushing wing,
When wakes the poet's magic strain;
But if the "sparkling bowl," he sing,
Those soaring pinions droop again.
3 How music cheers the weary heart,
To troubles wave, it whispers peace;
But when it acts the syren's part,
In vain the captive seeks release.
4 How potent art, with wondrous skill,
Bids forms of beauty bless our eyes!
But ah! she often lures to ill,
Till baleful passions, all arise
5 How fair the path which upward leads, 'Tis virtue's sweet and pleasant way; Our guide each humble pilgrim heeds, And cheers him onward, day by day.
THE FIRST PLEDGE.
Wand formed each creature good,
WHEN God poured out perfection first,
Pure water quenched our parents' thirst,
And temp'rance chose their food.
Fair Eden's bowers and groves so green,
Were nursed with heavenly care;
And naught but freshness there was seen;
No Alcohol was there.
2 From every sweet and thriving field,
Each pure and healthful rill;
Of every luxury they yield,
Our parents took their fill:
Except ONE tree! one fatal tree,
Like wine, to move the brain;
From which they PLEDGED, TE-TOTALLY,
For ever to abstain.
3 Oh, had their righteous pledge been kept,
Intemp'rance had been stayed;
Nor misery's flood this world have swept,
Or drunkard's grave been made;
But tempted by the sparkling fruit,
And knowledge most divine,
Like thousands since, they joined the BRUTE,
And sold the world to WINE.
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