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WE praise thee, Lord-if but one soul

While the past year prolong'd its flight,
Turn'd shudd'ring from the pois'nous bowl,
To health, and liberty, and light.

2 We praise thee-if one clouded home,
Where broken hearts despairing pin'd,
Beheld the sire and husband come,
Erect, and in his perfect mind.

3 No more a weeping wife to mock,
'Till all her hopes in anguish end-
No more the trembling mind to shock,
And sink the father in the fiend.

4 Still give us grace, Almighty King,
Unwav'ring at our posts to stand;
'Till grateful at thy shrine we bring,
The tribute of a ransom'd land.

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L. H. Sigourney.

ARENT of the great creation,

'P Thou hast open'd wide thine hand;

Thanks we give and adoration,
Now that we before thee stand.

2 May all drunkards now enslaved,
Taste those pleasures we enjoy ;
They and us through grace be saved,
And for thee our lives employ.

3 Safely by thy spirit guided,
'Till the scenes of life are o'er,
May we taste the bliss provided,
Hunger then and thirst no more.

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4 Then our sweetest voices raising,
With the bright angelic host,
Thy great name for ever praising,
Father, Son and Holy Ghost.

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TEMPERANCE TRIUMPH.

NWARD! Onward! all victorious,

E. B. H.

O Bright thou Sun of temp'rance shine!

Soon our triumph will be glorious,
For our leader is divine.

Sing victorious!
Sing victorious!

For our leader is divine.

2 God does work!-See, none can hinder;
Weak the agents he'll employ-
With his trumpet loudly thunder,
Compass round, and then destroy!
Walls of Satan!

Walls of Satan!

Compass round, He will destroy.

3 Rouse thee! rouse thee! Christian sleeping!
Hark! thy Master draweth near,
Search the camp,-in wrath He's speaking,
"That an Achan's shelter'd there!"

Sons of Zion!

Sons of Zion!

See, an Achan's shelter'd there.

4 E'en poor Erin! now is bursting
From the chains which long she wore!
See her, Father Mathew trusting,

Alcohol shall rule no more!

Happy Erin!

Happy Erin!

Alcohol shall rule no more.

Grenville.

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1 ORD of heaven and earth assist us,

'L While the temp'rance cause we plead,

Though both earth and hell resist us,

If thou bless, we shall succeed,
From intemp❜rance

May our country soon be freed.
2 Let the temp'rance reformation,
Still go forward and increase,
Checking vice and dissipation,
Filling hearts and homes with peace,
Till intemp❜rance

Shall on earth, for ever cease.

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1 ONS and daughters of the pilgrims,
Who of noble birth are proud;

Lo! the glorious cause of temp❜rance,
For exertion calls aloud,

While the monster

Still within the land is found.

2 See the loathsome drunkard reeling;
Hark the cries of weeping friends!
Hear the mother, children pleading
Heaven relief would quickly send;
Cruel tyrant!

When will all thy miseries end!

3 O! thou great and mighty Saviour,
Haste thee on the glorious day,
When the powerful, arch-deceiver,
Shall no more his wrath display;
Then our cause will

Gain the universal sway.

J. Burns.

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NEMPERANCE! tell the listening world
What thine advocates have done;
Hearken, now the tyrant's hurled
From his high, despotic throne.

2 Temperance-shall it bear the sway,
Shine o'er earth in splendour bright?
Listen; for a brilliant day

Drives away the gloomy night.

3 Temperance! will thy beams alone
Gild the spot that gave thee birth?
Other climes thy sway shall own:
See, it bursts o'er all the earth.

4 Temperance! are thy sons to fight,
Like hosts of earth, to fix thy laws?
O no; for love and truth unite,
To achieve thy holy cause.

5 Temperance! then I'll be thy child,
For I love thy sacred name:
Yes, thy voice and influence mild
Can the wildest passion tame.

6 Temperance! we shall shout thy praise;
We no more will leave thy band;
Joyful now our anthems raise,
In every clime, in every land.

L. H. Sigourney.

PART VI.

WARNINGS AGAINST INTEMPERANCE

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AND ALL ITS CAUSES.

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1 HAT wine-cup! touch it not!
Youth take thy hand away-

Poverty fills it up,

With ruin and decay.

Oh, youngster, heed thee well,

Ere thou hast quaffed a drop

The seeds of death are there,

Whose work thou canst not stop!

2 When in the wide world, youth,
Thou hold'st thy devious way,

If from the path of truth,

Temptations lead astray

If urg'd to drain the glass.

With thoughtless, heedless men,

Oh, as thou lov'st thyself,

Touch not the wine-cup then.

3 Should hours of darkness come,
And thy heart's purpose fail,

Should life to thee seem vain,
And earth a dreary vale―

Oh, to the voice of truth

Take heed, nor then be deaf,

Shun, shun the wine-cup then,
It cannot give relief.