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2 Save from all intoxication,
From its fountain may we flee,
Put our trust alone in thee.
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May we all rejoicing go ;
And conduct us
Through this world of sin and wo 2 Never in our zeal abating,
May we ever onward press;
Then receive us
To a world of endless bliss.
Rally round the temp’rance cause ;
ODES AND SONGS FOR MEETINGS AND
Awake for thy foe is oppressing thee sore; Down the dark stream of intemp’rance what numbers,
Are urging their way to eternity's shore ! Land of Columbia ! awake from thy slumbers, Awake, e'er thou fall to recover no more. Land of Columbia ! thy sons are enslaved,
A tyrant infernal has bound them in chains; Arise in thy might, let thy children be saved,
Expel the dread foe from thy mountains and plains. Land of Columbia! thy sons are enslaved, Awake, e'er they sink where despair ever reigns. Land of Columbia! the morning hath gleamed,
The day-star of temp'rance ascendeth the skies ; Awake to the light that from heaven hath beamed,
No more let the darkness o'ershadow thine eyes. Land of Columbia ! the morning hath gleamed, Now, hail its bright rays with soul-cheering cries. Land of Columbia ! awake to thy glory!
And let thy blest influence be felt the world o'er ! Awake, till intemp’rance be known but in story,
Awake, till its woes shall oppress thee no more! Land of Columbia! awake to thy glory! AWAKE!! and the foe SHALL OPPRESS THEE NO MORR.
THROUGHOUT Columbia's borders,
Without control, its numbers roll,
Dispelling gloom and sadness.
O'er hill and vale it boundeth ;
The joyful news resoundeth.
The cheering anthem flyeth,
The concert never dieth;
O'er every hill-top boundeth ;
The raptrous theme is ringing ;
Its glorious strains are singing:
With swelling acclamation ;
Her great regeneration !
From his high throne be driven ;
And every link be riven :
Shall reign o'er earth victorious ;
Shall wave in triumph glorious !
Virtue's fair daughter, water's bright queen,
Nurse of soft slumbers,
Guardian of youth,
Teacher of truth,
Make us love water,
Thou saver of gains ;
Thou cooler of brains.
VRIENDS of man and foes to madness,
not the foe around?
Freemen! freemen! to your post ;
Hasten-save them, or they're lost ?
Yonder thoughtless, yielding one,
Madly quaffs, and is undone. ,
Sister! snatch thy wretched brother
From the spoiler's cruel grasp ;
Victim to their arms they clasp !
Hast thou not a word to say ?
While thy husband is their prey ?
Waken now--can naught be done ?
NATIONAL ODE. COME, SONS OF COLUMBIA. YOME, sons of Columbia, while proudly and high,
Every bosom with freedom and glory is swelling, While our Eagle's bright eyrie's still built in the sky,
And tyranny's death-song is heard in each dwelling, Come, the bright chalice drain-and again and again, Let our pledge, and our toast, in a far sounding strain, Be water-pure water, bright sparkling with glee, That flows, like our life's blood, unfettered and free. Oh! the wine-cup may sparkle in ruby drops bright,
And o'er its glad brin, in gay phalanx advancing, Fair gossamer spirits, in rain bow like light,
May to Bacchanal music be gracefully dancing: While they dazzle our eyes with the hues of the skies, Soft and silvery tones on the breeze seem to rise, 'Tis the gush of pure water, bright sparkling with glee, That flows, like our life's blood, unfettered and free. Oh! then hail to thee, water—the Bacchanal's toast
May be drank in red wine, that in ruddy light flashes But Columbia's freemen still proudly shall boast,
Of the free gift of God, that o'er hill and vale dashes :