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PRAISES AND THANKSGIVINGS FOR ENCOURAGEMENT AND RESULTS.
7. & 6s.
Bright as the noon-day sun,
Victorious on, victorious !
Illume the moral waste.
The demon gasps for breath,
age and youth united,
Victorious on, &c.
Strikes at the monster's heart,
Her blows, we'll pray “God speed” them,
Victorious on, &c.
Let every heart and every voice
Conspire to raise a joyful song.
Whose fav’ring mercies so abound,
The spacious universe around.
He stays the progress of the foe;
Beneath his fostring care shall grow. 64
C. M. 1 N this glad day, O God, we would,
Acknowledge Thee for all the good
That temperance has done.
From soul-seducing drink,
And cast on ruin's brink.
3 O let thy Holy Spirit dwell
Where vice too long has reign'd;
The victory is gain'd.
L. M. 1 TOSANNAS, Lord, to Thee we sing,
Whose power the giant fiend obeys ; What countlesss thousands tribute bring,
For happier homes and brighter days!
Nor leave the broken heart unbound;
The orphan clasps a father found !
Till man no more shall deem it just
His weaker brother in the dust.
Unwavering at our posts to stand,
The tribute of a ransomed land.
7s. & 6s.
Is weeping o'er the slain ?
Her deadly waters pour,
Her millions to devour ?
Fall from the sons of wealth,
And industry, and health ?
Of bad example cease;
Of industry and peace ?
3 We hail with joy unceasing
The band whose pledge is given ;
Amid the smiles of heaven;
Shall lead to brighter days,
Shall fill the earth with praise.
75. & 6s.
VRIENDS of freedom! swell the song;
Make the temp'rance army strong,
And on to victory.
Onward march a world to save;
And bear his infamy?
Spurn the coward's guilty fears ;
O.f ruin'd families !
6 Touch not-Taste not--Handle not,"
The worst of miseries ?
Carry joy to every breast;
By living soberly.
“ Touch not-Taste not till you die!"
And earth keep jubilee.
7 God of mercy! hear us plead,
For thy help we intercede!
And heal them speedily.
When, beneath thy gentle ray,
6s. & 8s.
While temp'rance's blessed cause
Is urg'd on every side ;
To fill each realm beneath the skies.
It influence feel and live;
The incense they receive;
Which brings such blessings nigh,
For 0! they fall to rise no more.
From wine's destructive bowl;
My body and my soul :