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3 The wine-cup that so many prize,
Is not the cup for me,

The aching head, the bloated face,
In its sad train I see.

But there's a cup of water pure,

And he who drinks it may be sure,

Of health and length of days,
O, that's the cup for me.
O, that's the cup for me,
O, that's the cup for me.

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Sung at the Odeon, Boston, at the Juvenile Celebration of simultaneous Temperance Meetings.

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WE'VE heard that round the wine-cup's brim

A thousand pleasures stray,

And that strong drink have wondrous power
To drive dull care away;

But we have seen the flashing light
Which from the goblet came,

Lead, like the meteor, on to tears,

And wretchedness, and shame.

2 We've heard that though 'tis well enough
For men the pledge to sign,
Yet youth need never be in haste
Their freedom to resign;

But we are sure ill habits formed

In youth destroy the man;
And we'll secure us from the snare
Thus woven, if we can.

3 The children in Chaldea's court,

Who would not drink the wine,
Not only fair in flesh were seen,
But wisdom had, divine.

Like them, we choose the generous draught,
God's cool, sweet springs supply;
And at the last, those streams, of which
Who drink, shall never die!

W. B. Tappan.

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UNITED in a peaceful band

To drive intemp'rance from our land, We're joined in heart, and join'd in handThe cold water army.

2 We'll raise our happy voices high

In loudest accents to the sky;

While heaven and earth shall then reply

The cold water army.

3 We'll make the woods and valleys ring
With loudest echoes while we sing,
While all around re-echoes bring,

The cold water army.

4 O Lord, let now a copious shower,
Of grace descending on us pour,
Nor let one blightning prospect lower

The cold water army.

5 O may we meet around thy throne,
To praise Thee there, in strains unknown,
And flowers of love and peace be strewn,
The cold water army.

S. M.

EPITAPH ON A JUVENILE MEMBER.

1Hon yes! and lov'd his God:

[E was a virtuous youth,

Along the sober path of truth
His little feet they trod.

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2 To 'scape th' intemp'rate way,
A totaller was he;

And deeply sighed for the day,
When drunkards should be free.

3 Then, youthful friends, O come!
And silently draw near,
And o'er his little lonely tomb,
Pray shed a sacred tear.

4 Then follow on his rout,

Drink not the drunkard's drink;
And let your daily constant shout
Bedrunkenness shall sink."

C. M.

A YOUNG TE-TOTALLER'S MORNING

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E with me Lord throughout this day,
Thy bounty let me share;

And give me grace, that now I may,
Pour out my soul in prayer.

2 Do thou support my temperance vow,
Preserve my soul from sin;

And grant me grace to serve thee now,
And endless life to win.

3 Do thou assist me when I try
The drunkard to reclaim,

That so he may, O thou Most High!
For ever bless thy name.

4 Be thou my guide, be thou my tower,
Be thou my Saviour nigh;

And keep me from the tempter's power,
With thy all-seeing eye.

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NEW YEAR'S HYMN.

NOTHER year has run its round,

1A in Freedom's Hall again we're found;

All our dear friends that here we see,
We greet with song and jubilee.

2 We here are met-a youthful band;
We're pledg'd in heart, we're join'd in hand;
With hopes elate, and minds as free,
From ev'ry path of vice wc flee.

3 We seek for morals just and pure
That will our future good ensure ;
For virtue, temperance, and truth,
To guard us from the sins of youth.
4 We look to God to keep and aid
The resolutions we have made,
To strengthen ev'ry youthful heart,
And unto all his grace impart.

H. M.

For the Juvenile Temperance Jubilee.
YHEERILY, cheerily sound the joyful strain;

'C Happily, happily, how we meet again,

Here we stand,

On this cheerful temperance day,
Gracious God to thee we pray,
Let our cause, so righteous, sway
Every heart in the land.

2 Cheerily, cheerily sound the joyful strain;
Happily, happily, now we meet again;
We are here,

We who love the temperance cause,
We who wish for righteous laws,

We cold water girls and boys,

We are here

we are here.

3 Cheerily, cheerily sound the joyful strain ; Happily, happily, now we meet again; Here we raise

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Songs of praise to God, who sends
Blessings on our temperance friends.
On HIM all our hope depends,

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For success in this cause.

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ET him who may think
It is well to drink

A health, in wine, to his friend,
Reflect on the way

He's taking that day,

And look to his coming end.

The path from right

Is not all bright,

But a downward thorny road;

And the flashing wine,

Though it seem divine,

Will lead to the drunkard's abode.

The joys of health,

And home, and wealth,

Will pass like the flying thought;

And the groggery's cell,

That earthly hell,

Will be his last resort.

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TO BE SUNG AT THE CONCLUSION OF

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EAVENLY Father! give thy blessing,
While we now this meeting end;

On our minds each truth impressing,
That may to thy glory tend.