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5 It filleth health and beauty's cup,
And wrath and sorrow doth it drown,
As from thy clouds it cometh down.
Source of all good! we owe thee much ;
This day, nor shall they ever touch.
And night's dark curtains round us draw,
ISE and shine through every nation,
O thou temp'rance star divine !
Rouse the drunkards!
2 Guided by the great Jehovah,
Strengthen’d by his mighty hand,
They shall prosper,
3 Who will come and join our standard ?
Holp to pull the strong-holds down?
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NWARD! onward! band victorious,
Rear the temp'rance banner high!
Now your day of triumph's nigh.
As the darkness flies the sun ;
Soon the battle will be won!
Ring to heaven's topmost arch,
And your conquering legions march.
Look for guidance from above;
Hasten then your work of love!
Widows, orphans, heirs of wo,
Reeling madly to and fro;
To destroy their bitter foe;
To the conflict bravely go!
Thunder truth with startling tone !
Make their guilt enormous known.
Cease not till the earth is free;
Death is yours, or VICTORY!
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Aid us in this controversy,
Come and join us;
Ye who labor hard and long;
Come and join us;
For your children's future weal,
Come and join us ;
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THAT the Lord would hear
Our supplicating cry;
A Saviour ever nigh;
To take with us an active part.
Ye Miriams all come forth;
Now prove your genuine worth.
3 Marys and Marthas join,
As vessels of his grace,
To save our sinking race;
That they may shun the tempter's snare,
Your nobler powers display ;
But win the well-fought day.
And earth with hallelujahs ring,
A paradise below;
To praise the Saviour, Christ, the Lord. 60
L. M. 1 Tow bright the page whose every thought, How dark the works with poison fraught,
To taint the fountain of our youth.
When wakes the poet's magic strain ;
Those soaring pinions droop again. 3 How music cheers the weary heart,
To troubles wave, it whispers peace ;
In vain the captive seeks release.
Bids forms of beauty bless our eyes !
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.
Pure water quenched our parents' thirst,
And temp'rance chose their food.
Were nursed with heavenly care ;
No Alcohol was there.
Each pure and healthful rill;
Our parents took their fill :
Like wine, to move the brain;
For ever to abstain.
Intemp’rance had been stayed ;
Or drunkard's grave been made ;
And knowledge most divine,
And sold the world to WINE.