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TEMPERANCE 
 
 HYMN BOOK 
 
 A COLLECTION 
 
 01 
 
 HYMNS, SONGS AND ODES, 
 
 FOR 
 
 TEMPERANCE MEETINGS 
 
 AND 
 
 FiS'ffWAILS. 
 
 BY REV. JOHN MARSH. 
 
 .. r _ iJ - - 
 
 NE W.YORK: 
 
 PUBLISHED AND SOLD AT THE OFFICE OP TH& 
 AMERICAN TEMPERANCE UNIOPf, 
 
 1841, 
 

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 t t Entered aqcordjng to Act of Congress, in the year 1841 A 
 b^ JOHN MAi&tf, in 'the Clerk's office of the District Court 
 irr the Southern District of NMv-York 
 
 STEREOTYPED BY 
 
 VINCENT L. DILL, 
 
 128 Fulton Street, 
 
 Ne^-York. 
 

 CONTENTS. 
 
 Pag* 
 J. The perfections of God, our confidence in 
 
 works of moral reform, from 7 to 12 
 
 II. The power and promises of the Gospel 
 
 to reform and save, from 13 to 16 
 
 III. Woes of Intemperance, from 16 to 33 
 
 IV. Object and end of the Temperance Re- 
 
 formation, from 33 to 48 
 
 V. Praises and thanksgivings for encourage- 
 
 ment and results, from 49 to 57 
 
 VI. Warnings against intemperance and all 
 
 its causes, from 58 to 67 
 
 VII. Juvenile Temperance Hymns, from 67 to 74 
 
 VIII. Songs and Odes for festivals, &c. from 75 to 99 
 TX. Sailor's Temperance Songs, fromlOOtol04 
 
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PKEFAGE. 
 
 FREQUENT enquiries for a Temperance Hymn Book 
 have led to this compilation. Wesley said years ago, 
 it was a pity Satan should have all the best tunes. 
 The same may as properly be said of songs, which have 
 contributed much to intemperance. Surely it is time 
 that both music and song which have been thus per- 
 verted, should at once be rescued to the aid of tem- 
 perance. The numerous beautiful poetical effusions on 
 the subject, now enable us to present a valuable compi- 
 lation. It is hoped that it will prove acceptable and 
 useful to the American public ; valuable not only in 
 temperance meetings, but in families, forming the 
 minds and hearts of children and youth to an abhor- 
 rence of those intoxicating drinks, which have slatu 
 their millions. 
 
 NEW- YORK, April 1, 1841. 
 
8 PERFECTIONS OF GOD. 
 
 a c. M. 
 
 1 'LEATHER, how wide thy glory shines ! 
 JT How high thy wonders rise ! 
 Known thro' the earth by thousand signs, 
 
 By thousands thro' the skies. 
 
 2 But when we view thy strange design, 
 
 To save rebellious worms ; 
 Where venor-ay.nce and compassion join 
 In their divinest forms ; 
 
 3 Hero -the whole Deity is known ; 
 
 Nor da-'es ;i creature guess 
 Which of the glories brightest shone 
 The justice or the grace. 
 
 4 Now the full glories of the Lamb, 
 
 Adorn the heavenly plains : 
 Bright seraphs learn Immanuel's name, 
 And try their choicest strains. 
 
 5 O may I bear some humble part, 
 
 In that immortal song ! 
 Wonder and joy shall tune my heart, 
 And love command my tongue. 
 
 3 S. M. 
 
 1 fejING how eternal love, 
 IK? Its chief beloved chose; 
 
 And bade him raise our ruin'd race, 
 From their abyss of woes. 
 
 2 His hand no thunder bears, 
 
 No terror clothes his brow ; 
 No bolts to drive our guilty souls, 
 To fiercer flames below. 
 
 3 'Twas mercy fill'd the throne, 
 
 And wrath stood silent by, 
 When Christ was sent with pardon down 
 To rebels doom'd to die. 
 

 PERFECTIONS OF GOD. S 
 
 4 Now sinners, dry your tears, 
 Let hopeless sorrow cease, 
 Bow to the sceptre of his love, 
 And take the offer J d peace. 
 
 Watti, 
 
 C. M. 
 
 1 ^OME ye that know and fear the Lord, 
 1_y And lift your heart above, 
 
 Let every heart and voice accord, 
 To sing that God is love. 
 
 2 This precious truth his word declares, 
 
 And all his mercies prove, 
 
 Jesus the gift of gifts appears, 
 
 To show that God is love. 
 
 3 Sinai in clouds, and smoke and fire, 
 
 Thunders his dreadful name ; 
 But Zion sings in melting notes, 
 The honors of the Lamb. 
 
 4 In all his doctrines and commands, 
 
 His -counsels and designs, 
 In every work his hands have framed, 
 His love supremely shines. 
 
 5 Angels and men the news proclaim, 
 
 Through earth and heaven above, 
 The joyful and transporting news, 
 That God the Lord, is love. 
 
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 OLY, holy, holy Lord, 
 
 Self existent Deity, 
 By the hosts of heaven adored, 
 Teach us how to worship thee ; 
 

 JQ PERFECTIONS OF GOD. 
 
 Only uncreated mind, 
 
 Wonders in thy nature meet, 
 
 Perfect unity combined, 
 With society complete. 
 
 2. Wonder working Spirit, thine 
 
 Efficacious grace we sing, 
 Place on us thy seal divine, 
 
 Safely to thy kingdom bring ; 
 
 Barwsh sin, both root and deed, 
 
 Daily strengthen every grace, 
 
 Send us, urge us on with speed, 
 
 And let glory crown the race. 
 
 6 L. M. 
 
 1 -jrm E present at our meeting, Lord ; 
 Jt5 Be here, and every where ador'd ; 
 Our spirits bless, and grant that we 
 May meet in paradise with thee. 
 
 2 May every mind be filPd with light, 
 Direct our wand'ring footsteps right ; 
 Imbue our hearts with saving grace, 
 Thy holy image on us trace. 
 
 3 Let fervent charity preside, 
 
 And all our thoughts and counsels guide ; 
 May thy good Spirit, from above, 
 Teach us to speak the truth in love. 
 
 ^oTmay the votaries of sin, 
 
 I The work of penitence begin ; ^ 
 
 I And flee the drunkard's path of wo, 
 
 \ For iovs that true abstainers know. 
 
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 r L. M. 
 
 1 " npO Thee, oh merciful and just, 
 
 JL We lift our spirits from the dust 
 To Thee, whose power and love reclaim 
 The lives of men from sin and shame. 
 
 2 " Within thy courts, O God, We stand 
 A firm, devoted, fearless band : 
 
 And here we buckle on for life, ' 
 Our armor for a holy strife* 
 
 3 " A strife with self, and fierce desires, 
 That wither like consuming fires, 
 That all thy noblest work deface, 
 And make the heart a desert place. 
 
 4 " Oh, let us conquer ! let thy shield 
 Protect us, till the tyrant yield > 
 Till from our land the foe be driven, 
 Who poisons all the founts of heaven.'* 
 
 % L. M, 
 
 1 "1K7J7"E come, our Father, to thy throne 
 
 w w With grateful heart and joyful lays, 
 For thou hast made our cause thine own, 
 To thee, to thee alone, be praise. 
 
 2 We loose the sandals from our feet, 
 
 We feel that this is holy ground ; 
 Then let us seek thy mercy seat, 
 
 For there alone may strength be founds 
 
 3 Strength to press on and upwai'd still, 
 
 To rein each passion's wild career, 
 To conquer ev'ry form of ill, 
 
 Uncheck'd by pride, unaw'd by f>nr. 
 
12 PERFECTIONS OP GOD. 
 
 4 We come with voice of praise and prayer, 
 
 Then Father, hear us from above ! 
 
 O ! make our cause thy constant care, 
 
 And o'er it spread thy wing of love ! 
 
 Miss Woodbridge, 
 
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 \ RACIOUS God, to thee belong, 
 ^,r Songs of praises ever more; 
 Wilt thbu hear our grateful song, 
 While thy goodness we adore. 
 
 2 Thou hast kindly deigned to bless> 
 
 Every effort we have made ; 
 
 Crowned our labors with success, 
 
 And the course of evil stay'd. 
 
 3 Fervent praise we give to thee, 
 
 Thou, Our counsellor and friend, 
 Wilt thou still our guardian be, 
 Still thine aid and blessing lend. 
 
 4 Ordered by thy sovereign will, 
 
 Guided by thy mighty hand, 
 May the cause of Temp'rance, still 
 Spread triumphant through our land. 
 
 Mb* Woodbridgft 
 
II. 
 
 POWER OF THE GOSPEL. 
 
 *The power and promises of the Gospel to reform and 
 save* 
 
 10 IP. M, 
 
 ^OW ye the trumpet, blow, 
 The gladly solemn sound ; 
 Let all the nations know, 
 
 To earth's remotest bound ; 
 The year of Jubilee is come ; 
 Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home* 
 
 2 Exalt the Lamb of God, 
 
 The sin-atoning Lamb ; 
 Redemption by his blood 
 
 Thro' all the land proclaim ; 
 The year of Jubilee is come ; 
 Return * ye ransom'd sinners horned 
 
 3. Ye who have sold for nought 
 
 The heritage above, 
 Shall have it back unbought, * 
 
 The gift of Jesus love ; 
 The year of Jubilee is come ; 
 Return, ye ransom'd sinners horn** 
 
 4. Ye slaves of sin and hell, 
 
 Your liberty receive, 
 And safe in Jesus dwell, 
 And blest in Jesus live J 
 The year of Jubilee is come J 
 Return, ye ransom'd sinners home* 
 
 Toplidy, 
 
14 FOWER OF THE GOSPEL. 
 
 11 L. M. 
 
 OD in the gospel of his Son, 
 
 Makes liis eternal counsels known, 
 *Tis here his richest mercy shines, 
 And truth is drawn in fairest lines. 
 
 2 Wisdom its dictates here imparts, 
 
 To form our minds to cheer our hearts ; 
 Its influence makes the sinner live, 
 It bids the drooping saint revive, 
 
 3 Our raging passions it controls* 
 
 And comfort y ields to contrite souls ; 
 It brings a better world in view, 
 
 And guides us all our journey through* 
 
 la L. M, 
 
 shall the dying sinner do. 
 That seeks relief for all his wo ; 
 Where shall the guilty conscience find f 
 Ease for the torment of the mind ? 
 
 2 In vain we search^ in vain we try, 
 
 'Till Jesus brings his gospel nigh ; 
 'Tis there that power and glory dwell, 
 That save rebellious souls from hell. 
 
 3 This is the pillar of our hope, 
 
 That bears our fainting spirits up j 
 We read the grace, we trust the woru f 
 And find salvation in the Lord- 
 
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 I TKTOW begin the heavenly theme, 
 J^l Sing aloud in Jesus' name ; 
 Ye, who his salvation prove, 
 Triuniph in redeeming loVe< 
 
POWER OF THE GOSPEL, 15 
 
 2 Ye, alas ! who long have been, 
 
 Willing slaves to death and sin ; 
 Now from bliss no longer rove, 
 Stop and taste redeeming love. 
 
 3 He subdued th' infernal powers, 
 
 Those tremendous foes of ours ; 
 From their cursed empire drove, 
 Mighty in redeeming love. 
 
 4 Hither then your music bring, 
 
 Strike aloud each cheerful string. 
 Mortals* join the host above, 
 Join to praise redeeming love, 
 
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 1 "jfJTARK ! the herald-angels sing, 
 JLJL " Glory to the new-born King ; 
 Peace on earth, and mercy mild ; 
 God and sinners reconciled ;" 
 
 2 Mild he lays his glory by, 
 Born that man no more may die ; 
 Joyful ail ye nations rise, 
 
 Join the triumphs of the skies. 
 
 3 Glory to the new born King, 
 Let us all the anthem sing, 
 
 ** Peace on earth, and mercy mild, 
 God and sinners reconcil'd. 
 
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 1 (j^KE from Zions sacred mountain, 
 C5 Streams of living waters flow, 
 God has opened there a fountain, 
 This supplies the plains below, 
 
 They are blessed, 
 Who its sovereign virtues know, 
 
16 WOES OF INTEMPERANCE, 
 
 2 Through ten thousand channels flowing^ 
 
 Streams of mercy find their way, 
 Life and health and joy bestowing, 
 Making all around look gay : 
 
 O ye nations, 
 Hail the long expected day. 
 
 3 Trees of life the banks adorning, 
 
 Yield their fruit to all around ; 
 Those who eat are saved from mourning, 
 Pleasure comes and hopes abound ; 
 
 Fair their portion, 
 Endless life with glory crown'd, 
 
 Kolly. 
 
 PART III. 
 
 WOES OF INTEMPERANCE. 
 
 16 Us. 
 
 ARK ! hark ye ! O listen the sorrow and weep. 
 
 ing, 
 
 Which rise from the hovel where Misery reigns, 
 To the howl of the winds a wild harmony keeping, 
 Which chills the warm life-blood that speeds thro* 
 our veins ! 
 
 2 Sad, sad is the story those accents are telling ! 
 Like the wail of the dying it pierces the air ! 
 Oh, what has so blasted that comfortless dwelling? 
 The monster Intemperance is rioting there ! 
 
WOES OF INTEMPERANCE. 17 
 
 3 The wife worse than widowed, forlorn and heart-bro- 
 
 ken, 
 
 While hunger and want make her little ones cry ; 
 All trembling and pale, hears the terrible token 
 Of anguish, the steps of her husband are nigh ! 
 
 4 Those sounds once she caught with unspeakable glad- 
 
 ness, 
 
 While lit with affection her eye brightly shone, 
 
 Now sunken, her bosom o'er burdened with sadness, 
 
 Like the funeral knell or the dirge's low moan ! 
 
 5 He comes ! See he comes ! But no fond salutation, 
 
 Breaks forth from his lips which once murmured 
 
 of love : 
 
 Those eyes, once accustomed to smile approbation, 
 Look dark as the storm-cloud which musters above ; 
 
 6 With oaths and reproaches he vents his displeasure, 
 
 And smites the frail form he is bound to protect : 
 Her tears and enlreaties avail in no measure; 
 He treats them with scorn or with cruel neglect. 
 
 7 His babes who once crowded around for his blessing, 
 
 Or sat gaily prating for joy on his knee, 
 
 Familiar with blows in the place of caressing, 
 
 Away from their father instinctively flee. 
 
 8 Oh ! the withering curse, and the ruin appalling, ^\ 
 
 Which ALCOHOL, wreaks on a suffering world ! 
 Let the people's rebuke, like hot thunder-bolts falling, 
 Shower fierce on the fiend till from earth he is 
 hurled ! 
 
 17 L. M. 
 
 1 1K7AIN man on foolish pleasure bent, 
 lr Prepares for his own punishment. 
 What pains, what loathsome maladies. 
 From luxury and lust arise. 
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WOES OF INTEMPERANCE. 
 
 2 The drunkard feels his vitals waste, 
 
 Yet drowns his health to please his taste, 
 'Till all his active powers are lost, 
 And fainting life draws near the dust. 
 
 3 The glutton groans and loathes to eat, 
 
 His soul abhors delicious meat ; 
 Nature with heavy loads opprest, 
 Would yield to death to be released. 
 
 4 Behold the frighted sinners fly, 
 
 To God for help with earnest cry, 
 He hears their groans, prolongs their breath, 
 And saves them from approaching death. 
 
 Watte, 
 
 18 C. M. 
 
 1 TNTEMFRANCE, like a raging flood, 
 JL Is sweeping o'er the land ; 
 
 Its dire effects, in tears and blood, 
 Are trac'd on every hand. 
 
 2 It still flows on, and bears away 
 
 Ten thousands to their doom : 
 Who shall the mighty torrent stay, 
 And disappoint the tomb ? 
 
 3 Almighty God ! no hand but thine 
 
 Can check this flowing tide ; 
 Stretch out thine arm of power divine, 
 And bid the flood subside. 
 
 4 Dry up the source from whence it flows, 
 
 Destroy its fountain head ; 
 That dire Intemp'rance and its woes 
 No more the earth o'erspread. 
 
 J. B. 
 
WOES OF INTEMPERANCE. 19 
 
 19 C. M. 
 
 THE VICTIM. 
 
 1 " TTf AND me the bowl, ye jovial band," 
 JLJL He said, " 'twill rouse my mirth ;'* 
 But conscience seized his trembling hand, 
 And dash'd the cup to earth. 
 
 2. He look'd around, he blush'd, he laugh'd, 
 
 He sipp'd the sparkling wave ; 
 In it he read, " who drinks this draught, 
 Shall dig a murderer's grave /" 
 
 3 He started up like one from sleep 
 
 And trembled for his life ; 
 He gazed, he saw his children weep, 
 He saw his weeping wife. 
 
 4 In his deep dream he had not felt 
 
 Their agonies and fears ; 
 But now he saw them as they knelt, 
 To plead with prayers and tears. 
 
 5 But the foul fiend, her hateful spell 
 
 Threw o'er his wildered mind, 
 He saw in every hope a hell, 
 He was to reason blind. 
 
 6 He grasp'd the bowl to seek relief; 
 
 No more his conscience said : 
 His bosom friend was sunk in grief, 
 His children begged for bread. 
 
 7 Through haunts of horror and of strife, 
 
 He pass'd down life's dark tide ; 
 He curs'd his beggar'd babes and wife ; 
 He curs'd his God and died ! 
 
80 WOES OF INTEMPERANCE, 
 
 ao c. M. 
 
 THE DYING DRUNKARD. 
 
 * ^TRETCH'D on a heap of straw his bed- 
 ^P The dying drunkard lies ; 
 His joyless wife supports his head, 
 And to console him, tries : 
 
 2 His weeping children's love would ease 
 
 His spirit, but in vain ; 
 Their ill-paid love destroys his peace 
 He'll never smile again. 
 
 3 His boon companions where are they ? 
 
 They shar'd his heart and bowl, 
 Yet come not nigh to charm away, 
 The horrors from his soul. 
 
 4 What have such friends to do with those 
 
 Who press the couch of pain ? 
 Ah ! he is racked with mortal throes 
 He'll never rise again ! 
 
 5 And where is mercy in that hour 
 
 Of dread, and pain, and guilt ! 
 Though Jesus blood, of matchless power, 
 For man's sear'd soul was spilt ; 
 
 6 If Justice spurn the fear-urg'd prayer, 
 
 That stream has flow'd in vain ; 
 And, lock'd in thy embrace, despair ! 
 He'll never hope again. 
 
 91 C. M. 
 
 1 TfTBTELP us to feel for drunken man, 
 _| JL In all his sin and wo ; 
 And let our bright example teach 
 The way he ought to go. 
 
WOES O*' INTEMPERANCE. 31 
 
 2 Let not our conduct harden him ; 
 
 But fill our souls with care, 
 To snatch him from the pit of death. 
 And break the fatal snare, 
 
 3. Inflam'd with love and holy zeal, 
 
 Ne'er would we cease to pray, 
 And watch and strive that he may reach, 
 The realms of endless day, 
 
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 1 TT1|OW long, O God, how long 
 JLJL Must thy pure eyes behold 
 
 This fair world blasted by the wrong 
 
 Man does to man for gold ! 
 How long shall reason be cast down, 
 And a fierce demon wear her crown ! 
 
 2 The prisoner's cell, that nil 
 
 Life's blessed light bedims, 
 The lash that cuts, the links that gall 
 
 The poor slave's festering limbs- - 
 What is this thraldom, to the chain 
 That binds and burns the drunkard's brain ! 
 
 3 If, then, thy frown is felt, 
 
 O God, by those who bind 
 The body what must be the guilt 
 
 Of such as chain the mind 
 Drag to the pit, and plunge it in ! 
 O, have not these " the greatest sin ?" 
 
 4 The mother of our race, 
 
 Whose sin brought death and wo, 
 Yet, in her weakness, found thy grace : 
 
 The TEMPTER'S curse we know. 
 Doth he who drinks wrong most the soul ? 
 Or, he who tempts him to the bowl ? 
 
WOES OF INTEMPERANCE, 
 
 Help us, O God, to weigh 
 
 Our deeds as in thy scales, 
 Nor let gold dust the balance sway ; 
 
 For good o'er gold prevails 
 At that dread bar, where all must look 
 Upon the record, in THY BOOK. 
 
 Pierpont. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 "ONLY THIS ONCE." 
 
 NLY this once ;" the wine-cup glowed 
 
 All sparkling with its ruby ray ; 
 The bacchanalian welcome flowed, 
 And folly made the revel gay. 
 
 Then he, so long, so deeply warned, 
 The sway of conscience rashly spurned ; 
 His promise of repentance scorned, 
 And, coward-like, to vice returned. 
 
 " Only this once ;" the tale is told ; 
 He wildly quaffed the poisonous tide ; 
 With more than Esau's madness, sold 
 The birthright of his soul, and died, 
 
 I do not say that breath forsook 
 The clay, and left its pulses dead ; 
 But reason in her empire shook, 
 Arid all the life of life was fled. 
 
 Again his eyes the landscape viewed ; 
 His limbs again their burden bore ; 
 And years their wonted course renewed ; 
 But hope and peace returned no more. 
 
 L, H. 8. 
 
WOES OF INTEMPERANCE* 
 
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 THE MISCHIEFS OF DRINKING. 
 
 1 'WirrHEN we think of chill starvation, 
 
 W w When we think of sighs and tears, 
 When we think of pale privation, 
 When we think of doubts and fears j 
 
 2 When we think of raging madness, 
 
 When we think of reckless beings, 
 
 When we think of death-like sadness, 
 
 Nature's most distressing scene's ; 
 
 3 When we think of horrid murder* 
 
 Female virtue lost in crime ; 
 When we think of black self-slaughter* 
 Let us ever bear in mind, 
 
 4 That the cursed love of drinking 
 
 Hath produced the greater part ; 
 And that thousands now are sinking, 
 Pierc'd by dissipation's dart. 
 
 J. Bird 
 
 C. M. 
 
 O self-polluted loathsome wretdi, 
 The scourge of human kind, 
 Go waste thy substance and thy state, 
 And brutalize thy mind. 
 
 2 Go haunt the taverns night and day, 
 
 The time thus spent in vain, 
 Will bring disease and wo and death. 
 And barter peace for pain. 
 
 3 Go like a demon to thy house, 
 
 Destroy each comfort there ; 
 And from thy sorrowing family 
 Wring out the bitter tar 
 
4 WOfiS Of 1 INTEMPARAttCJE* 
 
 4 Enough, enough^ if aught remains 
 
 Of virtue in thy soul ; 
 Forsake thy foolish maddening life, 
 And scorn the treacherous bowl. 
 
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 DRUNKARD'S ADDRESS TO WINE. 
 
 1 ITpHOU liquid fire ! like that which glowed} 
 JL For Paul upon Melita's shore, 
 Thou'st been upon my guests bestowed : 
 
 But thou shalt warm my house no more i 
 For wheresoe'er thy radiance falls, 
 Forth, from thy heat, a viper crawls ! 
 
 8 What, though if gold the goblet be, 
 
 Embossed with branches of the vine, 
 
 Beneath whose burnished leaves we see 
 Such clusters as poured out the wine f 
 
 Among those leaves an adder hangs ! 
 
 I fear him for I've felt his fangs. 
 
 3 The Hebrew, who the desert trod, 
 
 And felt the fiery serpent's bite, 
 Looked up to that ordained o God, 
 
 And found that life was in the sight* 
 So, the woRM-bitten's fiery veins 
 Cool, when he drinks what God ordains* 
 
 4 Ye gracious Clouds ! ye deep cold wells ! 
 
 Ye gems, from mossy rocks that drip ! 
 Springs, that from earth's mysterious cells 
 
 Gush o'er your granite basin's lip ! 
 To you I look ; your largess give, 
 And I will drink of you, and livet 
 
WOES OF INTEMPERANCE. 
 
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 THE DRUNKARD'S LAMENT. 
 
 1 91MTID sorrows and sadness I'm destined to roam, 
 
 IT JL Forlorn and forsaken, deprived of my home, 
 Intem'prance hath robb'd me of all that was dear, 
 Of my home in the skies, and my happiness here, 
 
 Home ! home ! sweet, sweet home ! 
 
 An exile from God, I shall ne'er find a home. 
 
 2 I vainly presumed when I first took the cup, 
 I could drink if I chose, or I could give it up ; 
 But I tampered too long, too long tempted heaven, 
 'Till an outcast from God and his presence I'm driven. 
 
 Home ! home ! sweet, sweet home, 
 
 On earth or in heaven, I shall ne'er find a home. 
 
 3 My heart broken wife in her grave hath found rest, 
 And my children have gone to the land of the blest ; 
 While I a poor wretch, a vile wanderer like Cain, 
 With the " mark" of the beast on the earth still re- 
 main. 
 
 Home ! home ! sweet, sweet home ! 
 
 How happy was I with my loved ones at home. 
 
 4 Farewell to the social endearments of home, 
 Justly loathed by my fellows I wander alone, 
 
 For presumptuously sinning and tempting the Lord, 
 Of the fruit of my ways, I must reap the reward. 
 Home ! home ! sweet, sweet home ! 
 An exile from God, I shall ne'er find a home. 
 
 G. Rugael, 
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^6 WOES OF INTEMPERANCE. 
 
 28 C. M. 
 
 THE FUNERAL. 
 
 1 TMTOURNFUL and sad upon my ear 
 lT_l The death-bell echoes stole ; 
 And painful memories opened all 
 
 The feelings of my soul. 
 
 2 The knell the knell it told of wo 
 
 That words cannot reveal 
 
 Of desolate and broken hearts, 
 
 Where grief had set his seal. 
 
 3 Again it pealed and on the air 
 
 It swelled and died along ; 
 And to the dwelling of the dead 
 There came a weeping throng. 
 
 4 In tattered weeds, with trembling steps, 
 
 The widow led the train : 
 And her poor orphans followed on 
 Sad sharers of her pain. 
 
 5 Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, 
 
 Clay to its kindred clay 
 They left the dead and wailed and wept, 
 And slowly moved away. 
 
 6 But ah ! there hung a heavy cloud 
 
 Upon that husband's name ; 
 And deep disgrace had settled down 
 Upon that father's fame. 
 
 7 There was a keenness in their grief, 
 
 A death-shade in their gloom 
 As, desolate and fatherless, 
 They left the drunkard's tomb. 
 
WOES OP INTEMPERANCE. 
 
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 1 ^3 TOP poor sinners, stop and think, 
 Per Before you further go ; 
 
 Will you sport upon the brink 
 
 Of everlasting wo ? 
 On the verge of ruin stop, 
 
 Now the friendly warning take, 
 Stay your footsteps ere you drop 
 
 Into the burning lake. 
 
 2 Ghastly death will quickly come, 
 
 And drag you to his bar ; 
 Then to hear your aw r ful doom, 
 
 Will fill you with despair ! 
 All your sins will round you crowd, 
 
 You shall mark their crimson dye ; 
 Each for vengeance crying loud, 
 
 And what can you reply ? 
 
 3 Tho' your heart were made of steel, 
 
 Your forehead lined with brass, 
 God at length will make you feel, 
 
 He will not let you pass ; 
 Sinners then in vain will call, 
 
 Those who now despise his grace, 
 " Rocks and mountains on us fall, 
 
 And hide us from his face." 
 
 Newfon. 
 
 3O C. M. 
 
 A CALL TO REFORMATION. 
 
 1 ^lt7"E captives once to sin and shame, 
 
 _M. By dire intemperance led, 
 Whese thirst was like the fiery flame, 
 With burning spirits fed ; 
 
 2 The noble forms your Maker gave 
 
 Were tottering to the dust, 
 Without a hope that Christ would save, 
 On Him ye could not trust ; 
 
28 WOES OF INTEMPERANCE. 
 
 3 Upon the verge of endless night, 
 
 Ye grop'd your darksome way, 
 Without a beam of mercy's light, 
 With hearts that dar'd not pray. 
 
 4 Arise, and with all creatures join, 
 
 God's glory to advance ; 
 For sun and moon, the earth and stars 
 Are teaching temperance. 
 
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 1 CJ ON of sorrow ! son of sorrow, 
 ^5 Whither bendest thou thy way, 
 What hath hope for thee to-morrow ? 
 
 What enjoyment has to-day ? 
 
 2 False excitement, maddening ever, 
 
 Fills thy fever-heated brain ; 
 This will save from sorrow never, 
 Leaving death, remorse, and pain. 
 
 3 Son of sorrow ! son of sorrow ! 
 
 Come with me, O, come to-day ; 
 W^ait not wait not till to-morrow, 
 
 Leave, O leave delusion's way. 
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 4 Where are now the babes thou loved, 
 
 Where the wife thou held so dear ? 
 What has thine affection proved ? 
 Son of madness, shed a tear ! 
 
 5 I would conceal the gloomy picture, 
 
 Thou thyself must draw a sigh ; 
 Son of madness, change, O change thee, 
 Ere thy wife and children die ! 
 
 6 Change thee ere thy doom is fixed, 
 
 Bringing everlasting gloom ! 
 Flee, O flee the drunkard's madness, 
 Flee from madness and the tomb. 
 
WOES OP INTEMPERANCE. 29 
 
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 DRINKERS AND SCOFFERS. 
 
 1 A LL ye who laugh and sport with death, 
 xm. And say there is no hell, 
 
 The gasp of your expiring breath, 
 Will send you there to dwell. 
 
 2 When iron thunders bind your flesh, 
 
 With strange surprise you'll find, 
 Immortal vigor spring afresh, 
 And tortures wake the mind. 
 
 3 Then you'll confess, the frightful names 
 
 Of plagues you scorned before, 
 No more shall look like idle dreams, 
 Like foolish tales no more. 
 
 4 Then shall ye curse that fatal day, 
 
 With flames upon your tongue, 
 When you exchanged your souls away, 
 For vanity and songs. 
 
 Watts. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 1 fWlHROUGH all the various passing scenes 
 
 JL Of life's mistaken ill or good, 
 Thy hand, O God ! conducts unseen 
 The beautiful vicissitude. 
 
 2 When lowest sunk with grief and shame, 
 
 Fill'd with afflictions bitter cup, 
 Lost to relations, friends and fame, 
 Thy powerful hand can raise us up. 
 
 3 Thy powerful consolations cheer, 
 
 Thy smiles suppress the deep fetch'd sigh, 
 Thy hand can dry the trickling tear, 
 That secret wets the widow's eve. 
 
30 HOPE OP REFORM. 
 
 4 All things on earth, and all heaven, 
 
 On thy eternal will depend ; 
 And all for greater good were given, 
 And all shall in thy glory end. 
 
 34 L. M. 
 
 1 rWlHERE was a time, there was a time, 
 
 JL When earth was fair and heav'n was bright, 
 To eyes that now are dimmed with tears, 
 In prospect of eternal night. 
 
 2 There was a time, there was* ~ .^ie, 
 When all was joy within chat breast, 
 Where memory now, with scorpion whip, 
 Scourges the conscience from its rest. 
 
 3 There was a time, there was a time, 
 When noblest feelings swelled the soul, 
 Until the tempter overcame 
 
 And drowned those feelings in the bowl. 
 
 4 There was a time, there was a time, 
 When life's young spring was gay and fair, 
 And promised much ; but winter came, 
 The dreary winter of despair ! 
 
 5 And must it be for ever so ? 
 
 Is man's the melancholy doom, 
 That in his breast no flowers revive ; 
 No second spring can ever bloom ? 
 
 6 No there are balmy gales whose wings 
 Shed quickening odours from above, 
 While settle on the withered heart 
 The freshening dews of heavenly love. 
 
 7 They will restore the drooping plant 
 Of virtue, which shall never die, 
 But flourish in a brighter green, 
 Until transplanted to the sky. 
 
HOPE OP REFORM. 
 
 35 7s. 
 
 THE WORD OF HOPE. 
 
 1 npHERE'S a blessing on the wing, 
 
 JL Sons of want and misery, sing ; 
 This the simple solemn strain, 
 This the word of hope, ' 4 ABSTAIN :" 
 Touch nor taste j for dark despair 
 Fills the cup of poison there : 
 With a heaven uplifted eye, 
 From the fell destroyer fly ! 
 Tens of thousands he has slain, 
 Tens of thousands court his chain ; 
 Never more his portion take, 
 For your souls' and mercy's sake. 
 
 2 Hear- your wives, your children plead, 
 Hear the gospel intercede ! 
 Helpless drunkards, hither fly ! 
 
 44 Touch not, taste not," or you die I 
 Die ! alas ! there is a doom, 
 Darker than the darkest tomb, 
 Blacker than the blackest night, 
 Ray less sorrow, endless blight ; 
 There the dying drunkard goes, 
 Draining draughts of bitterest woes, 
 List, then, to the simple strain, 
 Hear the word of hope ABSTAIN ! 
 
 36 8s. & 7s. 
 PRAYER OF THE REFORMED. 
 
 1 |f || thou source of ills unnumbered, 
 W^F Long by thee I've been enslaved, 
 Much too long has reason slumbered, 
 But adieu, at last I'm saved. 
 

 02 HOPE OF REFORM. 
 
 2 Long bereft of every blessing, 
 
 I have sought for rest in vain ; 
 Misery's iron hand oppressing 1 , 
 Held its unrelenting chain. 
 
 3 Once my injur'd wife beset me, 
 
 By unmeasured wo unblest ; 
 Ragged children ever met me ; 
 Dreams of horrors broke my rest. 
 
 4 I was sick, but now I'm- healthy ; 
 
 I have just escap'd the tomb ; 
 
 I was poor, but now I'm wealthy ; 
 
 Plenty smiles upon my home. 
 
 5 Star of temp'rance, brightly shining, 
 
 Shed thy radiant beams around ; 
 Every joyous heart combining, 
 Loudly let its praise resound. 
 
 American. 
 
 37 L. M. 
 
 DRUNKARD'S HOPE. 
 
 1 " rMlHOUGH sore beset with guilt and fear, 
 
 _M_ I cannot, dare not quit despair. 
 If I must perish, would the Lord 
 Have taught my heart to love his word ? 
 Would he have giv'n me eyes to see 
 My danger and rny remedy ? 
 Reveal'd his name, and bid me pray, 
 Had he resolved to say me nay ? 
 
 2 No : though cast down, I am not slain ; 
 I'm fallen, but shall rise again. 
 
 The present, Satan, is thy hour, 
 
 But Jesus shall control thy power. 
 
 His love will plead for my relief; 
 
 He hears my groans, he sees my grief; 
 
 Nor will he suffer thee to boast 
 
 A soui that sought his help was lost. 
 
TEMPERANCE REFORM. 33 
 
 I'll cast myself before his feet ; 
 
 I see him on his mercy-seat : 
 
 ('Tis sprinkled with atoning blood :) 
 
 There sinners find access to God. 
 
 Ye burdened souls approach with me, 
 
 And make the Saviour's name your plea ; 
 
 Jesus will pardon all who come, 
 
 And strike our fierce accuser dumb." 
 
 PART IV. 
 
 OBJECT AND END OF THE TEMPER- 
 ANCE REFORMATION. 
 
 38 L. M. 
 
 1 "WT AIL temp'rance, fair celestial ray ! 
 JtBL Bright herald of a new-born day .' 
 Long did we need thy cheering light 
 To chase away our darksome night. 
 
 2 Deep and appalling was the gloorn, 
 'Twas like the darkness of the tomb, 
 When first our much delighted eyes 
 Beheld thy beauteous beams arise. 
 
 3 'Twas God in mercy bade thee shine ; 
 We hail thee as a boon divine. 
 
 And now in grateful strains would raise 
 Our voices in his matchless praise. 
 
 4 Eternal Lord ! we own thy grace, 
 In all that aids our guilty race. 
 Now send thy Spirit from above 
 And fill our hearts with joy and love. 
 
34 TEMPERANCE REFORM. 
 
 39 S. M. 
 
 1 ffllHE temp'rance trumpet blow, 
 
 JL That all may hear the sound ; 
 And shun the drunkard's wretched way, 
 For paths where bliss is found. 
 
 2 The temp'rance trumpet blow, 
 And bid the young come near ; 
 
 Youth is the time to serve the Lord, 
 With zeal and humble fear. 
 
 3 The temp'rance trumpet blow, 
 That all with hoary hairs, 
 
 The cup of death may now renounce, 
 And 'scape its countless snares. 
 
 4 The temp'rance trumpet blow, 
 That all may hear and flee 
 
 The drunkard's path of wo and shame, 
 And endless misery. 
 
 J. Burn* 
 
 40 S. M. 
 
 J ~HT HEARD a voice from heav'n 
 
 m Address the thoughtless throng, 
 Who hasten downward to the tomb 
 With revelry and song. 
 
 2 It warn'd them not to quench 
 The holy light within, 
 
 And madly dare the fearful doom 
 Of unrepented sin. 
 
 3 It warn'd them of the shame 
 That haunts the drunkard's grave, 
 
 And of that leprosy of soul 
 
 From which no skill can save. 
 
 4 I looked and thousands fled 
 The tempter's fatal snare ; 
 
 But some were number'd with the dead, 
 Who shall their doom declare ? 
 
TEMPERANCE REFORM. 35 
 
 41 8s. 7s. & 4s. 
 
 1 " ^4 ONS and daughters of the pilgrims, 
 
 ^5 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. 
 
 3 O thou great and mighty Saviour, 
 
 Speed Thee on the glorious day, 
 When the powerful ARCH DECEIVER, 
 
 Shall no more his WRATH display ; 
 Then our cause shall gain a UNIVERSAL SWAY." 
 
 42 L. M. 
 
 O ! Zion droops in vain in vain, 
 -A Her temple gates are open'd wide ; 
 Intemperance blights her fair domain, 
 And lures its thousands from her side. 
 
 2 In vain her watchmen cry aloud, 
 And urge their plea with many tears ; 
 They cannot pierce the drunken crowd, 
 Who shun God's house and close their ears. 
 
 3 Lovers of Zion ! foes of hell, 
 
 Ye who for Christ count all things loss ; 
 Strengthen our hands, we seek to swell 
 The bloodless triumphs of the cross. 
 
 4 Rouse from year slumber, catch our zeal, 
 Our weapon is the written word ; 
 
 Our only guerdon Zion's weal, 
 Our aim, the glory of the Lord ! 
 
 Anderton. 
 
36 TEMPERANCE REFORM. 
 
 43 7s. 
 
 1 f ONG and gloomy was the night, 
 MLA Hanging on our mental sight, 
 While intemp'rance, dark and drear, 
 FilPd with storms our atmosphere. 
 
 2 But behold, a star arise, 
 Brilliant in these northern skies, 
 Coining like redeeming power, 
 In the last despairing hour. 
 
 3 Ye who would your children save 
 From a drunkard's awful grave, 
 From the gloom of endless night, 
 Point them to its cheering light. 
 
 4 Onward speed thy radiant way, 
 Harbinger of dawning day, 
 Nations hail thee from afar, 
 Hail the blessed temp'rance star* 
 
 44 L. M. 
 
 UPAS TREE. 
 
 1 FW1HERE sprang a tree of deadly name,- 
 
 __ Its poisonous breath, its baleful dew 
 Scorch'd the green earth like lava-flame, 
 And every plant of promise slew. 
 
 2 From clime to clime, its branches spread 
 Their fearful fruits of sin and wo, 
 The prince of darkness lov'd its shade, 
 And toil'd its fiery seeds to sow. 
 
 3 Faith pour'd her prayer at midnight hour, 
 The hand of zeal at noon-day wrought, 
 And armor of celestial power, 
 
 The soldiers of the cross besought. 
 
TEMPERANCE REFORM. 37 
 
 4 A living sword its pride doth wound, 
 Through its cleft boughs the sunbeams shine, 
 Its blasted blossoms strew the ground, 
 Give glory to an arm divine ! 
 
 5 And still Jehovah's aid implore, 
 Till from each island of the sea, 
 And from far earth's remotest shore 
 He root that deadly Upas-tree. 
 
 L- H. S 
 
 :f> 8s. 7s. & 4s. 
 
 1 ||J| OUND the temp'ranee standard rally, 
 JL%/ All the friends of human kind ; 
 Snatch the devotees of folly, 
 
 Wretched, perishing and blind, 
 
 Loudly tell them 
 How they comfort now may find. 
 
 2 Bear the blissful tidings onwards, 
 
 Bear them all the world around 
 JLet the myriads thronging downwards, 
 
 Hear the sweet and blissful sound, 
 
 And obeying 
 In the paths of peace be found. 
 
 3 Plant the temp'rance standard firmly, 
 
 Round it live, and round it die ; 
 Young and old, defend it sternly, 
 
 Till we gain the victory. 
 
 And all nations 
 Hail the happy Jubilee. 
 
 4 Now unto the Lamb for ever, 
 
 Fountain of all light and love ; 
 Let the glory now and ever, 
 Be ascribed to Him above, 
 
 Whose compassion 
 Did the friends of temp'rance move, 
 
 .1. Burns 
 
38 TEMPERANCE REFORM* 
 
 46 6s. & 8s. 
 
 1 "B^LEDG'D in a noble cause, 
 
 JL We here each other greet : 
 And bound by temp'rance laws, 
 As friends and brothers meet, 
 To make a full determin'd stand 
 Against the foe that rules our land. 
 
 2 'Tis true, the work is great ; 
 
 Our army is but small ; 
 The foe is potentate ; 
 
 But, if united all 
 In close array, our little band 
 Shall chase intemperance from the land. 
 
 3 Then onward let us move, 
 
 Our cause is good and great ; 
 We'll put to flight the foe, 
 
 And renovate the state ; 
 Nor for a moment quarter give ; 
 Resolv'd for this to work and live. 
 
 47 11s. 
 
 kAUGHTER of nations ! awake from thy slum- 
 
 bers, 
 
 Awake ! for thy foe is oppressing thee sore ; 
 Down the dark stream of intern p'rance what num- 
 bers, 
 
 Are urging their way to eternity's shore ! 
 Daughter of nations, awake from thy slumbers, 
 Awake, e'er thou fall to recover no more. 
 
 2 Now we can sing with thanksgivings to heaven, 
 Daughter of nations 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. 
 Daughter of nations the morning hath gleamed. 
 
TEMPERANCE REFORM. 39 
 
 48 7s. 
 
 1 TMfATCHMAN! tell us of the night, 
 
 W w What its signs of promise are? 
 Cloth'd in panoply of light, 
 See, that glorious temp'rance star ! 
 
 2 Watchman ! does its beauteous ray 
 Aught of hope or joy foretel; 
 Trav'ller ! yes ; it brings the day 
 Which shall burst the drunkard's spell. 
 
 3 Watchman ! tell us of the night, 
 Higher yet that star ascends ; 
 Trav'ller ! hail its blessed light, 
 Peace and truth its course portends - t 
 
 4 Watchman ! will its beams alone 
 Gild the spot that gave them birth I 
 Trav'ller ! no ; all time its own, 
 And its heritage the earth. 
 
 49 8s. 
 
 1 "MIBLOW the temp'rance trumpet, blow, 
 M-9 Till it echoes through the world. 
 Let the temp'rance banner too, 
 
 O'er the nations be unfurl'd. 
 Till all people taste and see 
 Blessings of sobriety. 
 
 2 Then the church will rise, and shine 
 
 With unclouded radiancy ; 
 Then the light of life divine 
 
 In the midst of her will be, 
 Converts haste with willing feet, 
 At the throne of grace to meet. 
 
40 TEMPERANCE REFORM. 
 
 3 Hasten, Lord, the glorious day ; 
 
 Reign supreme, thou Prince of Peace, 
 Bow the nations to thy sway, 
 
 Fill the earth with righteousness. 
 Come, Immanuel, come and reign ; 
 Ev'ry creature say, Amen. 
 
 T. B., Sen. 
 
 SO 8s. 
 
 THE PLEDGE. 
 
 1 FTHHE Pledge! The Pledge ! The mighty rock, 
 
 JL Whereon the temp'rance fabric's set, 
 Which has defied the rudest shock 
 That prejudice and hate, as yet, 
 With'earth and hell combined, could bring 
 Against the cause we're furthering ! 
 
 2 The Pledge ! The Pledge ! The glorious ark ! 
 
 Which sheltered anxious multitudes, 
 When dissipation, fierce and dark, 
 
 Pour'd on the world its angry floods, 
 Destroying all things bright and fair, 
 And whelming man in black despair. 
 
 3 The Pledge ! The Pledge ! The only hope 
 
 Of the reform'd inebriate ! 
 Without it can he ever cope 
 
 With habit's strength and appetite? 
 Ho ! Bacchus' blinded devotee, 
 Come to the pledge once more be free ! 
 
 4 The Pledge ! The Pledge ! The glorious Pledge ! 
 
 Oh ! let it ne'er forsaken be ; 
 Proclaim it loudly to the world, 
 
 And chant its praises gladsomely ! 
 Firm to the pledge let's stand, till we, 
 Through heaven's aid, the victors be ! 
 
 Pifirpcnt. 
 
TEMPERANCE REFORM. 41 
 
 51 C. M. 
 
 1 FHlilE blessings of the bounteous God 
 
 JL Are strewed o'er heaven and earth ; 
 The dawning morn, the dewy sod, 
 Declare their daily birth. 
 
 2 Fountains of purity and peace 
 
 From every hill descend ; 
 God gives us springs that never cease, 
 And joys that never end. 
 
 3 Tread the sweet margin of yon stream, 
 
 Its flowing crystal see 
 Bland are its waters as they seem, 
 And charged with health for thee. 
 
 52 C. M. 
 
 'TIS a joyful sound to hear 
 Our men devoutly say, 
 Come let us all to temperance haste, 
 Not one must stay away. 
 
 2 There many weeping wives shall see 
 
 Returning hours of peace ; 
 And many husbands there shall find 
 Corroding sorrows cease. 
 
 3 We'll banish far the mad'ning drink, 
 
 And temperance extend ; 
 While gospel truths shall thro' the land 
 Their endless blessings send. 
 
 4 O pray we all our country's peace, 
 
 May temperance wield its sway, 
 While high the gospel banners float, 
 And all its God obey. 
 4* 
 
42 TEMPERANCE REFORM. 
 
 .13 7s. 
 
 'ER Arabia's dreary sands, 
 
 Israel pass'd to distant lands ; 
 God their guide throughout the way, 
 Faith in him their only stay. 
 
 2 Mercies, day by day renewed, 
 Rais'd the hymn of gratitude ; 
 While like pearly dew-drops spread 
 Lay around their daily bread. 
 
 3 Crystal streams, from Horeb's side, 
 Each returning want supplied, 
 Ever flowing to impart 
 Feelings of a grateful heart. 
 
 4 Thus through deserts wild and drear, 
 Manna, and the streams so clear, 
 Form their only meat and drink, 
 
 At whose frown ev'n nations shrink. 
 
 5 Christians ! learn a lesson here, 
 Israel's God, for ever near, 
 
 Does both health and strength bestow, 
 Where no mad'ning liquors flow. 
 
 L. M. 
 MORNING. 
 
 of being, Holy Father, 
 ^5 With the day's returning light. 
 Round our board with thanks we gather, 
 For the mercies of the night. 
 
 Mercies that the stars outnumber, 
 Which their silent courses keep, 
 
 Angels guard that never slumber, 
 While we lie and never sleep. 
 
TEMPERANCE REFORM. 43 
 
 3 Pillows, wet with tears of anguish, 
 
 Couches pressed in sleepless wo, 
 Where the sons of Belial languish, 
 Father may we never know ! 
 
 4 For, the maddening cup shall never 
 
 To our thirsting lip be pressed, 
 But, our draught shall be, for ever, 
 The cold water thou hast blessed. 
 
 5 This shall give us strength to labor, 
 
 This, make all our stores increase, 
 This, with thee and with our neighbor, 
 Bind us in the bonds of peace. 
 
 6 For the lake, the well, the river, 
 
 Water-brook and crystal spring, 
 Do we now, to thee, the giver, 
 Thanks, our daily tribute, bring. 
 
 Pierponl 
 
 L. M. 
 
 EVENING. 
 
 HIS day, O God, thy blessed hand, 
 Hath thrown wide open all thy stores, 
 And fill'd with bounty ev'ry land, 
 The sea, and all its sounding shores. 
 
 2 Beast, bird, fish, insect hast thou fed, 
 
 With fish or flesh, with grass or grain ; 
 For man, a table hast thou spread, 
 
 From field, flood, air, or roaring main. 
 
 3 But, for all things o'er earth that move, 
 
 In air or ocean, soar or sink, 
 One thing hath thine unbounded love, 
 And only one, prepared for drink. 
 
 4 'Tis water ! In the living spring, 
 
 It gusheth up to meet our lip ; 
 In brooks we hear it murmuring, 
 From mossy rocks we see it drip. 
 
44 TEMPERANCE REFORM. 
 
 5 It filleth health and beauty's cup, 
 
 And wrath and sorrow doth it drown, 
 As from our wells it cometh up, 
 As from thy clouds it cometh down. 
 
 6 For the cool water we have quaffed, 
 
 Source of all good ! we owe thee much ; 
 Our lips have touched no burning draught 
 This day, nor shall they ever touch. 
 
 7 When we retire to our repose, 
 
 And night's dark curtains round us draw, 
 O guard us, as thou guardest those 
 Who trust thy care, and keep thy law ! 
 
 Pierpont. 
 
 56 8s. 7s. & 4s. 
 
 ISE and shine through every nation, 
 
 O thou temp'rance star divine ! 
 Bless, O bless the whole creation ; 
 Enter every heart and mind. 
 
 Rouse the drunkards ! 
 Teach them to be wise in time. 
 
 2 Guided by the great Jehovah, 
 
 Strengthen'd by his mighty hand, 
 Even drunkards are made sober ; 
 See them travel through the land. 
 
 They shall prosper 
 Joined in one te-total band. 
 
 3 Who will come and join our standard ? 
 
 Help to pull the strong-holds down ? 
 Temperance men, unite come forward, 
 Then the victory is your own ; 
 
 Endless glory 
 Will your useful labors crown. 
 
TEMPERANCE REFORM. 45 
 
 8s. 7s. & 9s. 
 
 onward J band victorious, 
 Rear the temp'rance banner high ! 
 Thus far hath your course been glorious ; 
 
 Now your day of triumph's nigh. 
 Vice and error flee before you 
 
 As the darkness flies the sun ; 
 Onward, vict'ry hovers o'er you, 
 Soon the battle will be won ! 
 
 2 Onward ! onward ! songs and praises 
 
 Ring to heaven's topmost arch, 
 Whensoe'er your standard raises, 
 
 And your conquering legions march. 
 Gird the temp'rance armor on you, 
 
 Look for guidance from above ; 
 God and angels smile upon you. 
 
 Hasten then your work of iovo ! 
 
 3 Lo, what multitudes despairing ! 
 
 Widows, orphans, heirs of wo, 
 And the slaves their fetters wearing, 
 
 Reeling madly to and fro ; 
 Mercy, justice, both entreat you 
 
 To destroy their bitter foe ; 
 Christians, patriots, good men greet you, 
 
 To the conflict bravely go ! 
 
 4 To the vender and distiller 
 
 Thunder truth with startling tone ! 
 Swell the accents louder, shriller, 
 
 Make their guilt enormous known. 
 Onward ! onward ! never falter, 
 
 Cease not till the earth is free ; 
 Swear on temp'rance' holy altar, 
 
 Death is yours, or VICTORY ! 
 
46 TEMPERANCE REFORM. 
 
 58 8s. 7s. & 4s. 
 
 1 ^~^OME,ye messengers of mercy, 
 \^ Ye who gospel trumpets sound, 
 Aid us in this controversy, 
 
 Satan's kingdom to confound ; 
 
 Come and join us ; 
 So shall righteousness abound. 
 
 2 Come, ye men of lower classes, 
 
 Ye who labor hard and long ; 
 Ye who think your single glasses 
 Make you happy, hale and strong 
 
 Come and join us ; 
 Come, and prove us right or wrong. 
 
 3 For your country's reformation, 
 
 For your children's future weal, 
 For your own sure preservation 
 To v ni ' conscience we appeal. 
 
 " Come and join us ; 
 Touch not, taste not, drink no more. 
 
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 59 4s. & 6s. 
 
 FEMALE AID REQUIRED. 
 
 THAT the Lord would hear 
 
 Our supplicating cry ; 
 In our behalf appear, 
 
 A Saviour ever nigh ; 
 And sweetly prompt each female's heart, 
 To take with us an active part. 
 
 2 Ye Sarah's now arise, 
 
 Ye Miriams all come fortli ; 
 
 While Hannahs, truly wise, 
 
 Now prove your genuine worth. 
 
 No power like yours save that above, 
 
 To teach sobriety and love. 
 
TEMPERANCE REFORM. 47 
 
 3 Marys and Marthas join, 
 
 As vessels of his grace, 
 Counsel with love combine, 
 
 To save our sinking race ; 
 To bid them of strong drinks beware, 
 That they may shun the tempter's snare, 
 
 4 Come forth ye lovely train, 
 
 Your nobler powers display ; 
 Nor shall you plead in vain ; 
 
 But win the well-fought day. 
 Mothers and maidens then shall sing, 
 And earth with hallelujahs ring, 
 
 5 Each house shall then become 
 
 A paradise below ; 
 And all enjoy a home, 
 Where sweetest pleasures flow ; 
 And thousands join with sweet accord 
 To praise the Saviour, Christ, the Lord. 
 
 6O L. M. 
 
 1 "irjrOW bright the page whose every thought, 
 JLJL Was kindled at the shrine of truth : 
 How dark the works with poison fraught, 
 
 To taint the fountain of our youth. 
 
 2 How mounts the souls with rushing wing, 
 
 When wakes the poet's magic strain ; 
 But if the * sparkling bowl," he sing, 
 Those soaring pinions droop again. 
 
 3 How music cheers the weary heart, 
 
 To troubles wave, it whispers peace ; 
 But when it acts the syren's part, 
 In vain the captive seeks release. 
 
 4 How potent art, with wondrous skill, 
 
 Bids forms of beauty bless our eyes ! 
 But ah ! she often lures to ill, 
 Till baleful passions, all arise 
 
48 TEMPERANCE REFORM. 
 
 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. 
 
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 THE FIRST PLEDGE. 
 
 1 'WliTHEN God poured out perfection first) 
 
 TV And formed each creature good, 
 Pure water quenched our parents' thirst, 
 
 And temp'rance choso their food. 
 Fair Eden's bowers and groves so green, 
 
 Were nursed with heavenly care ; 
 And naught but freshness there was seen ; 
 
 No Alcohol was there. 
 
 2 From every sweet and thriving field, 
 
 Each pure and healthful rill ; 
 Of every luxury they yield, 
 
 Our parents took their fill : 
 Except ONE tree ! one fatal tree, 
 
 Like wine, to move the brain ; 
 From which they PLEDGED, TE-TOTALLY, 
 
 For ever to abstain. 
 
 3 Oh, had their righteous pledge been kept, 
 
 Intemp'rance had been stayed ; 
 Nor misery's flood this world have swept, 
 
 Or drunkard's grave been made ; 
 But tempted by the sparkling fruit, 
 
 And knowledge most divine, 
 Like thousands since, they joined the BRUTE, 
 
 And sold the world to WINE. 
 
PART V. 
 
 PRAISES AND THANKSGIVINGS FOR 
 ENCOURAGEMENT AND RESULTS. 
 
 62 7. & 6s. 
 
 TEMPERANCE VICTORIOUS 
 
 1 A BEACON has been lighted, 
 xm_ Bright as the noon-day sun, 
 On worlds of mind benighted, 
 Its rays are pouring down. 
 
 Full many a shrine of error, 
 
 And many a deed of shame, 
 
 Dismayed, has shrunk in terror 
 
 Before the lighted flame. 
 
 Victorious on, victorious I 
 Proud beacon onward haste, 
 'Till floods of light all glorious, 
 ' Illume the moral waste. 
 
 2 Intemperance has founder'd, 
 The demon gasps for breath, 
 His rapid march is downward 
 To everlasting death. 
 
 Old age and youth united, 
 His works have prostrate hurl'd 
 And soon himself affrighted, 
 Shall hurry from this world. 
 Victorious on, &c. 
 
 3 Bold TEMPERANCE untiring, 
 StriKes at the monster's heart, 
 Beneath her blows expiring, 
 He dreads her well-aimed dart, 
 
 5 
 
50 PRAifafiS AND THANKSGIVINGS. 
 
 Her blows, we'll pray " God speed" them, 
 
 The darkness to dispel ; 
 
 And how we fought for freedom, 
 
 Let future ages tell. 
 
 Victorious on, &c. 
 
 63 L. M. 
 
 1 ~B~ ET temp'rance and her sons rejoice, 
 M-A And be their praises loud and long, 
 Let every heart and every voice 
 Conspire to raise a joyful song. 
 
 2 And let the anthem rise to God, 
 Whose fav'ring mercies so abound, 
 And let his praises fly abroad, 
 The spacious universe around. 
 
 3 His children's prayer he deigns to grant, 
 He stays the progress of the foe ; 
 
 And temp'rance, like a cherish'd plant, 
 Beneath his fost'ring care shall grow. 
 
 64 C. M. 
 
 N this glad day, O God, we would, 
 
 Through thy beloved Son, 
 Acknowledge Thee for all the good 
 That temperance has done. 
 
 2 We thank Thee for the thousands sav'd 
 
 From soul-seducing drink, 
 Who by its power were long enslav'd, 
 And cast on ruin's brink. 
 
 3 O let thy Holy Spirit dwell 
 
 Where vice too long has reign'd f 
 For where thy mercy breaks the spell 
 T{ie victory is gain'd. 
 

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 1 "OfOSANNAS, Lord, to Thee we sing, 
 JLJL Whose power the giant fiend obeys ; 
 What countlesss thousands tribute bring, 
 
 For happier homes and brighter days ! 
 
 2 Thou wilt not break the bruised reed, 
 
 Nor leave the broken heart unbound ; 
 The wife regains a husband freed ! 
 The orphan clasps a father found ! 
 
 3 Spare, Lord, the thoughtless, guide the blind, 
 
 Till man no more shall deem it just 
 To live, by forging chains to bind 
 His weaker brother in the dust. 
 
 4 Still give us grace, Almighty King ! 
 
 Unwavering at our posts to stand, 
 'Till grateful at thy shrine we bring 
 The tribute of a ransomed land. 
 
 66 7s. & 6s. 
 
 1 TTTfOW long shall virtue languish ? 
 JLJL How long shall folly reign ? 
 While many a heart with anguish 
 
 Is weeping o'er the slain ? 
 How long shall dissipation 
 
 Her deadly waters pour, 
 Throughout this favored nation, 
 
 Her millions to devour ? 
 
 2 When shall the veil of blindness 
 
 Fall from the sons of wealth, 
 Restoring human kindness 
 
 And industry, and health ? 
 When shall the charms so luring, 
 
 Of bad example cease ; f 
 
 The ends at once securing, 
 
 Of industry and peace ? 
 
52 PRAISES AND THANKSGIVINGS. 
 
 3 We hail with joy unceasing 
 
 The band whose pledge is given ; 
 Whose numbers are increasing, 
 
 Amid the smiles of heaven ; 
 Their virtues never failing, 
 
 Shall lead to brighter days, 
 When holiness prevailing, 
 
 Shall fill the earth with praise. 
 
 67 7s. & 6s. 
 
 1 J^RIENDS of freedom ! swell the song; 
 M. Young and old, the strain prolong, 
 Make the temp'rance army strong, 
 
 And on to victory. 
 
 2 Lift your banners, let them wave, 
 Onward march a world to save ; 
 Who would fill a drunkard's grave, 
 
 And bear his infamy ? 
 
 3 Shrink not when the foe appears ; 
 Spurn the coward's guilty fears ; 
 Hear the shrieks, behold the tears 
 
 Qf ruin'd families ! 
 
 4 Raise the cry in every spot 
 
 " Touch not Taste not Handle not," 
 Who would be a drunken sot, 
 
 The worst of miseries ? 
 
 5 Give the aching bosom rest ; 
 Carry joy to every breast ; 
 
 Make the wretched drunkard blest, 
 By living soberly. 
 
 6 Raise the glorious watchword high 
 
 " Touch not Taste not till you die!" 
 Let the echo reach the sky, 
 
 And earth keep jubilee. 
 
PRAISES AND THANKSGIVINGS. 53 '" 
 
 7 God of mercy ! hear us plead, 
 For thy help we intercede ! 
 See how many bosoms bleed ! 
 
 And heal them speedily. 
 
 8 Hasten, Lord, the happy day, 
 When, beneath thy gentle ray, 
 TEMP'RANCE all the world shall sway. 
 
 And reign triumphantly. 
 
 Hatfield. 
 
 68 6s. & 8s. 
 
 1 TfcRAISE to the Lord on high, 
 
 JL Who spreads his triumphs wide ; 
 
 While temp'rance's blessed cause 
 
 Is urg'd on every side ; 
 Balmy and rich its odors rise, 
 To fill each realm beneath the skies. 
 
 2 Ten thousand dying men 
 It influence feel and live ; 
 Sweet as the vital air 
 The incense they receive ; 
 
 They breathe anew, to God they bring, 
 Their thanks through Christ, their conquering 
 king. 
 
 3 But drunkards scorn the grace, 
 Which brings such blessings nigh, 
 They turn away their face, 
 
 And faint and fall and die. 
 Ye temperate men their doom deplore, 
 For O ! they fall to rise no more. 
 
 4 O, may I e'er be kept, 
 
 From wine's destructive bowl ; 
 
 The foe which seeks to kill 
 
 My body and my soul : 
 Saviour, with aid divine anew, 
 I bid its touch a last adieu. 
 5* 
 
54 PRAISES AND THANKSGIVINGS. 
 
 69 L. M. 
 
 ^ praise thee, Lord if but one soul 
 
 While the past year prolonged 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. 
 
 L. H. Sigourney. 
 
 70 8s. & 7s. 
 
 of the great creation, 
 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. 
 
 
PRAISES AND THANKSGIVINGS. 55 
 
 4 Then our sweetest voices raising, 
 With the bright angelic host, 
 Thy great name for ever praising, 
 Father, Son and Holy Ghost. 
 
 . B. H. 
 
 71 8s. 7s. & 4s. 
 
 TEMPERANCE TRIUMPH. 
 N WARD ! Onward ! all victorious, 
 
 Bright thou Sun of temperance 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 I 
 Walls of Satan 1 
 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. 
 
 Grenvilie, 
 
56 PRAISES AND THANKSGIVINGS. 
 
 7 8s. 7s. & 4s. 
 
 1 JT ORD of heaven and earth assist us, 
 JLJ 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. 
 
 J.Bunu. 
 
 73 8s. 7s. & 4s. 
 
 ^ daughters of the pilgrims, 
 ^9 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. 
 
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 74 7s. 
 
 1 fMlEMPERANCE ! tell the listening world 
 
 JL 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 
 
 AND ALL ITS CAUSES. 
 
 1 fWlHAT wine-cup ! touch it not ! 
 
 JL 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. 
 
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 76 8s. & 6s. 
 
 1 ^^1AN we forget the gloomy time, 
 ^_y When Bacchus ruPd the day, 
 When dissipation, sloth, and crime, 
 
 Bore undisputed sway ? 
 
 The time the time the gloomy time 
 
 The time has pass'd away, 
 When dissipation, sloth, and crime, 
 
 Bore undisputed sway. 
 
 2 Can we forget the tender wives, 
 
 Who found an early tomb, 
 For, ah ! the partners of their lives 
 Had met the drunkard's doom ? 
 
 The wives the wives the tender wives, 
 
 May bid adieu to gloom, 
 For now the partners of their lives 
 Abhor the drunkard's doom. 
 
 3 We'll ne'er forget that noble band 
 
 Who fear'd no creature's frown, 
 And boldly pledg'd both heart and hand, 
 To put intemp'rance down, 
 
 The band the band the noble band 
 
 The band of blest renown 
 Who boldly pledg'd both heart and hand 
 To put intemp'rance down. 
 
 4 Nor shall the Pledge be e'er forgot, 
 
 That so much bliss creates 
 " WE'LL TOUCH NOT TASTE NOT HANDLE NOT, 
 WHATE'ER INTOXICATES." 
 
 The Pledge the Pledge is not forgot . 
 
 The pledge that Satan hates 
 " We'll touch not taste not handle not, 
 Whatever intoxicates." 
 
 Hatfield. 
 
 
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 77 7s. & 6s. 
 
 TUNE. " From Greenland's Icy Mountains." 
 
 1 FJ1HOUGH wretchedness unending 
 
 JL Awaits the drunkard's soul, 
 His eager hands extending, 
 
 He takes and quaffs the bowl 
 Not heav'n itself beseeching, 
 
 With kind alluring voice, 
 Its arms of mercy reaching, 
 
 Allures him from his choice. 
 
 2 Ye, who are still delaying, 
 
 Who sip the poison'd cup, 
 Who cheat yourselves by saying 
 
 " I will not drink it up !" 
 Learn, that with open malice 
 
 The foe wastes not his strength, 
 But with that pleasing chalice, 
 
 He kills the soul at length. 
 
 3 Your safety now securing, 
 
 The oath of temp'rance take ; 
 And from the charm alluring 
 
 With giant effort break : 
 Fly fly such deadly pleasures, 
 
 No longer touch nor taste ; 
 Your peace and life are treasures 
 
 Too infinite to waste. 
 
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 H, shun the bowl, when rich delight 
 
 Shines loveliest, mortal, in thy sight ; 
 Oh, loathe the charms that tempt to sip, 
 And dash the goblet from thy lip. 
 2 For 'neath the nectar'd pleasure's tide 
 The rankest dregs of wo abide ; 
 And ev'ry drop that cheers thy heart, 
 Will madden more the poison's smart. 
 
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 3 'Tis like the smile of treachery ; 
 'Tis like the glassy ocean's dye ; 
 Deceit is lurking in that glow, 
 And death and danger from below. 
 
 4 Then mortal, when the joys of earth 
 Invite thee to a pangless mirth, 
 Beware, nor dare the bowl to sip, 
 But dash the goblet from thy lip. 
 
 C. A. H. 
 
 79 L. P. M. 
 
 1 '"NTEMP'RANCE rears its sinful towers, 
 jL Like the doom'd city of the plain, 
 
 O'er it the storm of vengeance lowers ; 
 
 All, all are lost, who there remain. 
 Fierce pain, deep wo, and black despair, 
 With fiery pangs have settled there. 
 
 2 Without its gates an angel stands, 
 
 A form of wisdom, love, and light, 
 Whose warning voice and outstretched hands : 
 
 Aids and enforces instant flight. 
 " Haste, leave the city of the doomed 
 Oh, stay not, lest ye be consumed." 
 
 3 'Tis ABSTINENCE ! Who breathes this strain, 
 
 Myriads have heard the warning voice ; 
 Lo ! they have sought the fresh green plain, 
 
 Behold the rescued ones rejoice .' 
 Swift from the city's gates they flee, * 
 
 Singing in triumph " we are free !" 
 
 4 " See numbers are already there, 
 
 This plain has been their sure safe way ; 
 Their songs are floating on the air, 
 
 Oh, haste with them your vows to pay : 
 'Taste the rich joy of sins forgiv'n, 
 On that fair mount, whose top is heav'n ! 
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 D52 WARNINGS AND ADMONITIONS. 
 
 5 " Flee to the mountain ; freely breathe 
 The balmy breeze that fans its side, 
 The joys of liberty receive ; 
 
 Drink of salvation's mighty tide 
 Shout, as ye press with vigour on, 
 The plain is pass'd the mount is won." 
 
 C. L. B. 
 
 8O L. M. 
 
 THE BOWL. 
 
 BY LIEUT. G. W. PATTEN, U. S. ARMY. 
 
 |H ! shun the bowl ! the draught beware, 
 Whose smile but mocks the lips of men; 
 When foaming high with waters rare 
 
 Oh ! never touch the goblet then. 
 With friends we love tho' sweet to sip, 
 
 The nectar'd juice at close of day, 
 Yet trust ye not the syren lip 
 
 That wins to cheat, and lures to slay. 
 
 2 Oh ! shun the bowl as thou would'st leave 
 
 The poisoned spot where reptiles tread ; 
 Lest widow'd hearts for thee should grieve 
 
 For thee, untimely tears be shed. 
 Yea ! thine may be the fearful lot 
 
 To prove, ere time hath dimm'd thy brow, 
 A sire and yet the witness not 
 
 Of them who weep his broken vow. 
 
 3 Hast thou a bride whose every sigh 
 
 Deep trembles with the joy it gives ? 
 Hast thou a child whose meek mild eye 
 
 Lives in the light its father lives ? 
 Then shun the bowl ! the draught beware, 
 
 Whose smile but mocks the lips of men ; 
 When foaming high with waters rare 
 
 Oh never touch the goblet then ! 
 
WARNINGS AND ADMONITIONS. 63 
 
 81 H. M. 
 
 fcASH to the floor that bowl 1 
 
 Dare not its sweets to sip ! 
 There's peril to the soul, 
 If once it touch the lip, 
 Why will ye drown 
 The God within ? 
 Avoid the sin ! 
 Ay, dash it down ! 
 
 2 And let no fire be brought, 
 
 In goblet, glass, or bowl, 
 Within the " dome of thought 
 The palace of the soul ';" 
 Lest in that fire 
 Of burning drink, 
 That palace sink, 
 That soul expire. 
 
 3 Let light on water sliin^ 
 
 The light of love and tnit.li I 
 Then shall that drink divine 
 Be quaffed by age and youth ; 
 And as that bow, 
 
 Doth heavenward bend, 
 Shall heavenward tend 
 The way they go. 
 
 82 C. M. 
 ONE GLASS MORE. 
 
 1 |3 TA Y, mortal, stay ! nor heedless thus 
 ^5 Thy sure destruction seal : 
 
 Within that cup there lurks a curse, 
 Which all who drink must feel. 
 
 2 Disease and death, for ever nigh, 
 
 Stand ready at the door, 
 And eager wait to hear the cry, 
 Of, " Give me one glass more." 
 
64 WARNINGS AND ADMONITIONS. 
 
 3 Go, view that prison's gloomy cells, 
 
 Their palid tenants scan ; 
 Gaze, gaze upon these earthly hells, 
 And ask how they began. 
 
 4 Stay, mortal, stay ; repent, return ; 
 
 Reflect upon thy fate ; 
 The poisonous draught indignant spurn- 
 Spurn, spurn it, ere too late. 
 
 83 L. M. 
 
 AIR." Green Fields," 
 I II ! turn from the wine-glass away, 
 
 O l 
 
 Nor look on the wine when it's red ; 
 For who have such trouble as they, 
 
 That oft to the bottle are led ? 
 Who else have such sorrow and wo, 
 
 As they who to drinking incline ? 
 What evils unceasingly flow 
 
 From tarrying long at the wine ! 
 
 2 Oh ! turn from the wine-glass away, 
 
 Nor look on the wine when it's red ; 
 At last, like a serpent at play, 
 
 It stings, and the poison will spread 
 The eyes it inflames with desire, 
 
 The heart with all manner of sin, 
 It setteth the bosom on fire, 
 
 Consuming the spirit within. 
 
 3 Oh ! turn from the wine-glass away, 
 
 Nor look on the wine when it's red : 
 Though urg'd by the wealthy and gay, 
 
 Remember the blood it hath shed ! 
 Touch not, with the poison, thy lips, 
 
 If thou would'st be free from its pains ; 
 For he is in danger who sips 
 
 He only is safe who abstains. 
 
 Hatfield 
 
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 84 C. M. 
 
 H ! touch it not for deep within, 
 
 That ruby tinted bowl, 
 Lie hidden fiends of guilt and sin, 
 To seize your precious soul. 
 
 2 That sparkling glass if you partake, 
 
 Will prove your deadly foe, 
 And may, e'er yet its bubbles break, 
 Have sealed your endless wo. 
 
 3 Then pause e'er yet the cup you drain, 
 
 The hand that lifts it, stay, 
 Resolve for ever to abstain, 
 And cast the bowl away. 
 
 85 Us. 
 
 AWAY FROM THE REVEL 
 
 1 A WAY from the revel, the night star is up ; 
 xm. Away, come away, there is strife in the cup I 
 There is shouting of song, there is wine in the bowl ; 
 But listen and drink, they will madden thy soul. 
 
 2 The foam of the goblet is sparkling and bright, 
 Rising like gems in the torches red light ; 
 
 But the glance of thine eye if it lingereth there, 
 Will change its mild beam for the maniac's glare ! 
 
 3 The pearl-studded chalice, displaying in pride, 
 May challenge thy lip to the purple draught's tide ; 
 But the pearl of the dew-drop, the voice of the breeze 
 Are dearer, and calmer, more blessed than these. 
 
 4 Oh ! come, it is twilight ; the night star is up : 
 Its ray is more bright than the silver-brimm'd cup ; 
 The boat gently dances, the snowy sail fills, 
 We'll glide o'er the waters, or rove on the hills. 
 
 6* 
 
66 WARNINGS AND ADMONITIONS. 
 
 86 
 
 THE DRUNKARD'S DIRGE. 
 
 1 ^1OME, behold the drunkard dying, 
 ^^ Hear ye him rave. 
 
 'Tis no contrite spirit, crying, 
 
 Lord Jesus save ! 
 No kind wings of mercy hover 
 That dark scene of ruin over ; 
 Oh bewail him, whom ye cover 
 
 Deep in the grave. 
 
 2 Lo ! the resurrection morning 
 
 Breaks on the gloom ; 
 Summoned by the trumpet's warning, 
 
 Souls press for room. 
 Woful case ! the drunkard, bending 
 'Neath the weight of wrath impending, 
 Wakes to anguish never ending. 
 
 Mourn ye his doom ! 
 
 B. L. Swan 
 
 87 Us. 
 
 1 " ~iT AUGHTER of Zion! awake from thy sadness, 
 
 JLF Awake for the foe shall oppress thee no more ; 
 Bright o'er thy hills dawns the day-star of gladness ; 
 Arise for the night of thy sorrow is o'er." 
 
 2 No more shall the bowl of friendship the token, 
 
 The bliss of a moment, be fill'd to ensnare ; 
 Though rich be its glow, yet the charm has been bro 
 
 ken, 
 That led on its victims to want and despair. 
 
 3 Hence all ye sorrows the cup that distill'd them 
 
 Pure friendship has banish'd and dash'd from the 
 
 board ; 
 Homes where the poison with wretchedness fiJPd 
 
 them, 
 To peace and to virtue again are restored. 
 
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 4 Friends of redemption, the prospect is cheering, 
 All aid to our progress kind heaven will bless ; 
 Then let us arise, for the cause is endearing 
 The joys of our triumph no tongue can express 
 
 PART VH. 
 
 JUVENILE TEMPERANCE HYMNS. 
 
 88 7s. & 6s. 
 
 FOR JUVENILE CELEBRATIONS. 
 
 1 CHILDREN, who have rallied now 
 \^ Where Immanuel's soldiers bow, 
 Who will take the temp'rance vow, 
 
 And be a volunteer ? 
 
 2 Children ! hear the battle cry, 
 Sounding loud, and sounding nigh, 
 From the throne of God on high : 
 
 Who'll be a volunteer ? 
 
 3 See ! the foe is gathering fast ; 
 Hark ! his clanging trumpet blast ! 
 Who will fight him to the last, 
 
 And march a volunteer ? 
 
 4 Lo ! o'er all the tented field, 
 God will be our sun and. shield ; 
 Alcohol, the foe, shall yield, 
 
 If all will volunteer. 
 
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 89 L. M. 
 
 HY gracious aid, O God! impart, 
 
 Our resolution to fulfil ; 
 Guide and direct each erring heart, 
 And teach it how to do thy will. 
 
 2 Sear from our souls each secret sin, 
 Repress each worldly, selfish thought : 
 And may we strive the prize to win, 
 As our blest Lord and Saviour taught. 
 
 3 Oh ! may his precepts be our guide, 
 To lead us safe through paths of truth ; 
 And his example ever chide 
 
 The thoughtless follies of our youth. 
 
 M 
 
 90 8s. & 6s. 
 
 1 FM1HE drink that's in the drunkard's bowl. 
 
 __ Is not the drink for me, 
 It kills his body and his soul, 
 
 How sad a sight is he. 
 But there's a drink which God hath given, 
 
 Distilling in the showers of heaven. 
 In measures large and free, 
 O, that's the drink for me. 
 O, that's the drink for me, 
 O, that's the drink for me 
 
 2 The stream that many prize so high, 
 
 Is not the stream for me ; 
 For he who drinks it still is dry, 
 
 For ever dry he'll be. 
 But there's a stream, so cool and clear, 
 
 The thirsty traveller lingers near, 
 Refreshed and glad is he ; 
 O, that's the stream for me. 
 
 O, that's the stream for me, 
 - O, that's the stream for me. 
 
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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. 
 
 91 8s. & 6s. 
 
 Sung at the Odeon, Boston, at the Juvenile Celebration 
 of simultaneous Temperance Meetings. 
 
 I "IS'ltT'E'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. 
 
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 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. 
 
 92 8s. & 6s. 
 
 1 TTNITED in a peaceful band 
 
 U To drive intemperance from our land, 
 
 We're joined in heart, and join'd in hand 
 
 The 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, 
 W^hile 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. 
 
 93 S. M. 
 
 EPITAPH ON A JUVENILE MEMBER. 
 
 1 TJE was a virtuous youth, 
 
 _M_-B_ Oh yes ! and lov'd his God : 
 Along the sober path of truth 
 His little feet they trod. 
 
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 2 To 'scape th' intemp'rate way, 
 
 A total ler 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 
 Be " drunkenness shall sink." 
 
 94 C. M. 
 
 A YOUNG TE-TOTALLER'S MORNING 
 HYMN. 
 
 1 BAE with me Lord throughout this day, 
 JLfc 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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 95 L. M. 
 
 NEW YEAR'S HYMN. 
 
 1 A NOTHER year has run its round, 
 /^ 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 we 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. 
 
 96 H. M. 
 
 For the Juvenile Temperance Jubilee. 
 
 1 ^^HEERILY, cheerily sound the joyful strain ; 
 \^ Happily, happily, now 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 hers. 
 
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 3 Cheerily, cheerily sound the joyful strain ; 
 Happily, happily, now we meet again ; 
 
 Here we raise 
 
 Songs of praise to God, who sends 
 Blessings on our temperance friends. 
 On HIM all our hope depends, 
 
 For success in this cause. 
 
 97 5s. & 7s. 
 
 1 JT ET him who may think 
 JLj 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. 
 
 2 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. 
 
 3 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. 
 
 98 8s. & 7s. 
 
 TO BE SUNG AT THE CONCLUSION OF 
 MEETINGS. 
 
 1 TJ|E AVENLY Father ! give thy blessing, 
 JEM. While we now this meeting end ; 
 On our minds each truth impressing, 
 That may to thy glory tend. 
 
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74 JUVENILE TEMPERANCE HYMNio 
 
 2 Save from all intoxication, 
 
 From its fountain may we flee, 
 When assail'd by strong temptation 
 Put our trust alone in thee. 
 
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 1 7W"OW, O Lord, in peace dismiss us, 
 JL il May we all rejoicing go ; 
 With thy favour richly bless us, 
 
 Whilst we sojourn here below, 
 And conduct us 
 Through this world of sin and w 
 
 2 Never in our zeal abating, 
 
 May we ever onward press ; 
 Ways of vile intemperance hating, 
 
 'Till we've cross'd this wilderness, 
 Then receive us 
 To a world of endless bliss* 
 
 3 May we all by truth united, 
 
 Rally round the temp'rance cause ; 
 Until every soul benighted, 
 Shall obey the Saviour's Jaws, 
 And delighted 
 Ever bear his hallo w'd cross, 
 
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 To God the Father, God the Son, 
 And God the Spirit three in one, 
 Be honor, praise and glory given, 
 By all on earth and all in heaven. 
 
TEMPERANCE MINSTREL. 
 
 ODES AND SONGS FOR MEETINGS AND 
 FESTIVALS. 
 
 I NATIONAL ODE. 
 
 LAND OF COLUMBIA. 
 
 LAND of Columbia ! awake from thy slumbers, 
 Awake for thy foe is oppressing thee sore ; 
 Down the dark stream of intemp'rance what numbers, 
 
 Are urging 1 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 thorn 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 ! awakf 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 MORB. 
 
76 ODES AND SONGS. 
 
 2 SONG. 
 
 THROUGHOUT COLUMBIA'S BORDERS. 
 
 THROUGHOUT Columbia's borders, 
 There rings a song of gladness : 
 Without control, its numbers roll, 
 
 Dispelling gloom and sadness. 
 'Tis the sweet song of temp'rance, 
 
 O'er hill and vale it boundeth ; 
 Throughout the land, on every hand, 
 The joyful news resoundeth. 
 
 As on the wings of morning, 
 
 The cheering anthem flyeth, 
 Its notes are sung by many a tongue, 
 
 The concert never dieth ; 
 But temp'rance, temp'rance, temp'rance, 
 
 O'er every hill-top boundeth ; 
 On land and main, the glorious strain 
 
 Unceasingly resoundeth. 
 
 Far o'er Atlantic's billows, 
 
 The rapt'rous theme is ringing ; 
 In cheerful songs, ten thousand tongues, 
 
 Its glorious strains are singing : 
 While Erin's verdant island, 
 
 With swelling acclamation ; 
 In concert loud, ascribes to God 
 
 Her great regeneration ! 
 
 Soon shall the cruel tyrant, 
 
 From his high throne be driven ; 
 Each galling chain be broke in twain, 
 
 And every link be riven : 
 Then temp'rance, peace, and virtue, 
 
 Shall reign o'er earth victorious ; 
 Our flag unfurled, throughout the world, 
 
 Shall wave in triumph glorious ! G. 
 
ODES AND SONaS. 77 
 
 3 SONG. 
 
 THE INVOCATION. 
 
 Ant,. Gentle Zetella. 
 
 TEMPRANCE, mild blessing ! goddess serene, 
 Virtue's fair daughter, water's bright queen, 
 Nurse of soft slumbers, 
 
 Guardian of youth, 
 Friend to sweet numbers, 
 
 Teacher of truth, 
 
 List while we sing softly into thine ear ; 
 Oh ! keep us united ; oh ! make us sincere. 
 
 Lend, gentle goddess, oh ! lend us thine aid ; 
 It is of ourselves, of ourselves we'er afraid ; 
 Make us love water, 
 
 Thou saver of gains ; 
 Make us love water, 
 
 Thou cooler of brains. 
 
 The wish for perfection our bosom inspires ; 
 Oh ! make us whatever thy service requires. 
 
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 4 SONG. 
 
 FRIENDS OF MAN AND FOES TO MADNESS. 
 1RIENDS of man and foes to madness, 
 
 Let your voices loudly sound, 
 Speak ! behold a nations sadness : 
 See you not the foe around ? 
 
 Lift on high the temp'rance banner, 
 Freemen ! freemen ! to your post ; 
 
 Hear the victims how they stammer ! 
 Hasten save them, or they're lost ? 
 
 Father, rouse thee ! see yon treasure ; 
 
 Yonder thoughtless, yielding one, 
 Seeks the goblet for his pleasure, 
 
 Madly quaffs, and is undone. 
 
78 ODES AND SONGS. 
 
 Sister ! snatch thy wretched brother 
 From the spoiler's cruel grasp ; 
 
 Ere another year another 
 Victim to their arms they clasp ! 
 
 "Wife ! with heart almost to breaking, 
 
 Hast thou not a word to say ? 
 Can'st thou thus be slumber taking, 
 
 While thy husband is their prey ? 
 
 Patriots, Christians, friends of freedom ! 
 
 Waken now can naught be done ? 
 Naught to break this cruel thraldom ? 
 Falter not ! we are undone ! 
 
 Hatfield. 
 
 I NATIONAL ODE. 
 
 COME, SONS OF COLUMBIA. 
 
 COME, 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 brim, 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 theYree gift of God, that o'er hill and vale dashes : 
 
ODES AND SONGS. 79 
 
 The diamonds bright ray seems for ever at play 
 On the full glancing cup and the soul-breathing lay, 
 Shall be praise of pure watertight sparkling with glee 
 The gift of our GOD and the drink of the free. 
 
 Mias C. H. Waterman 
 
 5 SONG. 
 
 THE RESCUE. 
 
 AIR.- Oh sing ! sweet bird. 
 
 ON temp'rance, on ! speed on, blest power ; 
 To thy mild rule no transient boon we owe : 
 Speed, temp'rance, speed ; each passing hour 
 Mourns some foul outrage of thy fiery foe .' 
 On to the rescue ! 
 To his victims prove 
 Deliverance safe if slow. 
 Speed, temp'rance, speed ! O speed, speed, temperance 
 
 speed, O speed ! 
 Speed, temp'rance, speed, 
 Speed, temp'rance, speed, 
 Speed on, blest power ! 
 
 Put strength into thy wings, and fly 
 O'er earth ; and bid man know himself, and shun, 
 
 The ruling vice so live, so die, 
 As man should live and die. Thine object's won 
 When man himself respects ; 
 And thy reward, 
 Good deeds that thou hast done. 
 Speed, temp'rance, speed ! O speed, speed, temperance 
 
 speed ! O speed ! 
 Speed, temp'rance, speed, 
 Speed, temp'rance, speed, 
 Oh ! speed, blest power ! 
 
80 ODES AND SONGS. 
 
 7 SONG. 
 
 THE BUCKET WHICH HUNG ON THE WELL. 
 
 HOW dear to my heart are the days of my child- 
 hood, 
 
 When fond recollection presents to my view 
 The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wild wood, 
 And ev'ry lov'd spot which my infancy knew ; [it ; 
 The wide spreading pond,andthe mill which stood near 
 The bridge and the rock where the cataract fell ; 
 The cot of my father, the dairy-house nigh it, 
 And e'en the rude bucket that hung on the well 
 
 The old oaken bucket, 
 
 The iron bound bucket, 
 The moss covered bucket that hung on the well. 
 
 That moss covered bucket I hail as a treasure ; 
 For often at noon, when return'd from the field, 
 I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, 
 The purest and sweetest that nature could yield. 
 How ardent I seized, with hands that were glowing, 
 And quick to the white pebbled bottom it fell ; 
 Then soon, with the emblem of truth overflowing, 
 And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well. 
 
 The old oaken bucket, 
 
 The iron bound bucket, 
 The moss covered bucket arose from the well. 
 
 How sweet from the green mossy rim to receive it, 
 
 As pois'd on the curb it inclined to my lips ; 
 
 Not a full flowing goblet could tempt me to leave it, 
 
 Tho' fill'd with the nectar that Jupiter sips. 
 
 And now, far removed from that situation, 
 
 The tear of regret will intrusively swell, 
 
 As fancy reverts to my father's plantation, 
 
 And sighs for the bucket which hung on the well 
 
 The old oaken bucket, 
 
 The iron bound bucket, 
 The moss covered bucket that hung on the well. 
 
 Woodworth, 
 
ODES AND SONGS. 81 
 
 8 THE SONG OF THE RIVER. 
 
 I SPRING from the rock, from the mountain side, 
 Sparkling pure and bright ; 
 And I gather strength, as I rapidly glide 
 From my birth-place into light. 
 
 Richness I bear to land and tree, 
 
 Beauty to hill and dale ; 
 Beast and bird delight in me, 
 
 Drink and are strong and hale. 
 
 Fresh are the flowers that deck my banks, 
 
 The sod is greenest there : 
 And the warbling wing'd one's sing their thanks, 
 
 As they drink of me ev'ry where. 
 
 The traveller on burning sands, 
 
 The wanderer on the sea, 
 Gasping for water, clasp their hands, 
 
 And wildly pray for me. 
 I am the only drink was given 
 
 To man, when pure and free ; 
 Return then to the streams of heaven, 
 
 You're safe when you drink of me. 
 
 9 SONG. 
 
 ROGER WILLIAMS' SPRING. 
 
 sing the praise of rosy wine, 
 KJ Its sparkling color bright ; 
 But in such songs with them to join 
 
 We cannot take delight. 
 We have a rich and noble theme, 
 
 Fit for a prince and king 
 'Tis water, pure, and fresh, and good, 
 
 From Roger Williams' spring. 
 
 
ODES AND SONGS. 
 
 This will give health, and joy, and peace, 
 
 Refreshing every power ; 
 We want no better drink than this 
 
 In trials darkest hour. 
 To cheer the heart and quench the thirst 
 
 It is the very thing ; 
 Then give us water pure and good, 
 
 From Roger Williams' spring. 
 
 Our sires drank from this living spring 
 
 Two hundred years ago ; 
 And from this fountain water clear 
 
 Continues still to flow. 
 Then we, on this our festal day, 
 
 Will of its virtues sing, 
 And drink this water, pure and good, 
 
 From Roger Williams' spring. 
 
 9 SONG. 
 
 FAREWELL TO THE CUP. 
 
 FAREWELL to the cup we have tarried too long, 
 Where the juice of the grape adds its witch'ry to 
 
 song, 
 
 And the thoughts that flow'd freely are sombre and dull, 
 And our brains become heavy farewell to the bowl. 
 
 No longer the eye beams with intellect's fires, 
 No longer the tongue fancy's power inspires ; 
 But flushed is the brow and degraded the soul, 
 And our minds have departed farewell to the bowl. 
 
 Oh, tarry no longer where joy flies away, 
 And the heart and the soul lose their richest array, 
 Where eye mocketh eye, as unmeaning they roll, 
 And the tongue whispers folly farewell to the bowl. 
 
ODES AND SONGfS. 83 
 
 Oh, think if the maiden who smiles in thine eyes, 
 Once saw thy proud mind in this shameful disguise ; 
 How her heart would reject thee, how sadly her soul 
 Would pity and leave thee oh, flee from the bowl. 
 
 Oh think, ere the moment of thinking is past, 
 And the chains of the mighty upon thee are cast ! 
 Return ere the iron shall enter thy soul, 
 And thy whole life beside be a curse on the bowl. 
 
 Alfred L. Smith, 
 
 1O SONG. 
 
 THE BUBBLING SPRING. 
 
 IF one bright spot there is on earth, 
 More lovely than the rest, 
 One, which fond nature at her birtn, 
 
 With purest beauty blest ; 
 It is the place where some cool fount 
 
 Its crystal waters fling ; 
 Where, in the mead, or on the mount, 
 'Mid rocks and flowers, that hide the fount. 
 Gushes the bubbling spring, 
 
 Tell me not of the sparkling bowl, 
 
 That glows with red'ning fire ; 
 Oh tell not of the joy of soul, 
 
 The wine-cup can inspire 
 A brighter glass a purer joy 
 
 A healthier draught I sing ; 
 Nature's own cup without alloy 
 Pleasure that reason can enjoy 
 
 Health from the bubbling spring. 
 
 Then fill the glass with water bright 
 
 The nectar nature gave ; 
 Let faithful hearts round this unite, 
 
 A bleeding world to save : 
 
84 ODES AND SONGS. 
 
 For naught can soothe the woful wound, 
 
 And heal the viper's sting 
 Nay naught these fires of death can drown, 
 But pure and healthful water, found 
 . Fresh in the bubbling spring. 
 
 D. C. York. 
 
 1 1 SONG. 
 
 I'VE THROWN THE BOWL ASIDE. 
 
 rVE thrown the bowl aside, 
 For me no more shall flow 
 Its ruddy stream or sparkling tide, 
 
 How bright soe'er it glow ; 
 I've seen extending wide 
 Its devastating sway, 
 Seen reason yield its power to guide, 
 I've cast the bowl away ! 
 
 My days of revelry 
 O gladly I give up ; 
 
 They're but the masks of misery, 
 Which still lurk in the cup ; 
 
 While indolence and want 
 And poverty display 
 
 Themselves in every drunkard's haunt, - 
 I've cast the bowl away ! 
 
 A drunkard's gloomy grave 
 Shall ne'er be made for me ; 
 
 O rather let the rushing wave 
 Engulf me in the sea ! 
 
 And may it be my lot 
 
 To die 'neath reason's ray ! 
 
 Remember'd by my friends or not, 
 
 . I've cast the bowl away ! 
 
ODES AND SONGS. 85 
 
 My path henceforth is plain, 
 
 In honesty to live 
 To shun intemperance and its train, 
 
 By industry to thrive ; 
 No duty to forget, 
 
 And live to bless the day 
 When I was led without regret, 
 
 To cast the bowl away ! 
 
 Ames. 
 
 12 ODE. 
 
 WATER ! OH! WATER FOR ME. 
 
 OH ! water for me bright water for me ! 
 Ad wine for the tremulous debauchee I 
 It cooletli the brow, it cooleth the brain, 
 It maketh the faint one strong again ; 
 It come/i o'er the sense like a breeze from the sea : 
 All freshness, like infant purity. 
 Oh water,' bright water, for me, for me ! 
 Give wine, give wine to the debauchee ! 
 
 Fill to the brim ! fill, fill to the brim ! 
 Let the flowing crystal kiss the rim : 
 For my hand is steady, my eye is true, 
 For I, like the flowers, drink naught but dew. 
 Oh ! water, bright water's a mine of wealth, 
 And the ores it yieldeth are vigour and health. 
 So water, pure water for me, for me ! 
 And wine for the tremulous debauchee ! 
 
 Fill again to the brim again to the brim ! 
 For water strengthens life and limb : 
 To the days of the aged it addeth length, 
 To the might of the strong it addeth strength j 
 It freshens the heart it brightens the sight 
 'Tis like quaffing a goblet of morning light. 
 So water, I'll drink naught but thee, 
 Thou parent of health and energy ! 
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86 ODES AND SONGS. 
 
 When o'er the hills, like a gladsome bride, 
 
 Morning walks forth in her beauty's pride, 
 
 And leading a band of laughing hours, 
 
 Brushes the dew from the nodding flowers, 
 
 Oh ! cheerily then my voice is heard, 
 
 Mingling with that of the soaring bird, 
 
 Who flingeth abroad his matins loud, 
 
 As he freshens his wing in the cold grey cloud. 
 
 But when evening has quitted her sheltering yew, 
 
 Drowsily flying, and weaving anew, 
 
 Her dusky meshes o'er land and sea, 
 
 How gently, oh ! Sleep, fall thy poppies on me ! 
 
 For I drink water, pure, cold and bright, 
 
 And my dreams are of heaven the live long night. 
 
 So, hurrah for thee, water, hurrah, hurrah! 
 
 Thou art silver and gold, thou art ribbon and star, 
 
 Hurrah for bright water ! hurrah ! hurrah ! 
 
 E. Johnson. 
 
 13 SONG. 
 
 BELSHAZZAR IS KING. 
 
 BELSHAZZAR is King, Belshazzar is Lord ; 
 A thousand dark nobles all bend at his board ; 
 Fruits glisten, flowers blossom, meats steam, and a flood 
 Of the vine that man loveth runs redder tlfan blood. 
 Gay dances are there, and a riot of mirth, 
 And the beauty that maddens the passions of earth ; 
 And the crowd all shout, 'till the vast roof rings, 
 All praise to Belshazzar, Belshazzar the King. 
 Bring forth, cries the monarch, the vessels of gold, 
 Which my father tore down from the temple of old ; 
 Bring forth, and we'll drink, while the trumpet is blown, 
 To gods of bright silver, of gold and of stone : 
 Bring forth and before him the vessels all shine, 
 And he bows unto Baal and drinks the dank wine : 
 While the trumpet's bray arid the cymbals ring, 
 Praise to Bdshazzar, Belshazzar the King. 
 
ODES AND SONGS. 87 
 
 Now what cometh ? look ! look ! without menace or call, 
 Who writes with his lightning's bright hand on the wall? 
 What pierceth the king, like the point of a dart ? 
 What drives the cold blood from his cheek to his heart ? 
 Chaldeans, Magicians, the letters expound, 
 They are read, and Belshazzar is dead on the ground ; 
 Hark ! the Persians come on a conqueror's wing, 
 And a Mede's on the throne of Belshazzar the King. 
 
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 14 SONG. 
 
 AND ARE YE SURE THE NEWS IS TRUE. 
 
 TUNE. * There's nae luck about the house" 
 ND are ye sure the news is true, 
 
 And are ye sure he's sign'd ? 
 1 can't believe the joyful tale, 
 And leave my fears behind. 
 If John has sign'd and drinks no more, 
 
 The happiest wife am I 
 That ever swept a cottage hearth, 
 Or sung a lullaby ! 
 
 For there's nae luck about the house, 
 
 There's nae luck at a' 
 And ganes the comfort o' the house, 
 
 Since he to drink did fa' ! 
 Whose eye so kind, whose hand so strong, 
 
 Whose love so true will shine, 
 If he have bent his heart and hand 
 
 The total pledge to sign. 
 But what puts breaking in my head ? 
 
 I trust he'll taste no more ; 
 Be still, be still, my beating heart, 
 Hark ! hark ! he's at the door ! 
 
 For there's nae luck about the house, 
 
 There's been nae luck at a', 
 And ganes the comfort o* the house, 
 Since he to drink did fa 7 ! 
 
ODES AND SONGS. 
 
 And blessings on the helping hands 
 
 That send him back to me, 
 Haste, haste, ye little ones, and run, 
 
 Your father's face to see. 
 And are you sure, my John, you've sign'd ? 
 
 And are you sure 'tis past ? 
 Then mine's the happiest, brightest home 
 On tern p'rance shores at last ! 
 
 There's been nae luck about the house, 
 
 But now 'tis comfort a' ! 
 And heaven preserve my ain gudeman, 
 That he may never fa' !" 
 
 SONG. 
 
 THE STREAMLET'S MUSIC. 
 
 CRYSTAL Streamlet ! gently flowing, 
 O'er the pebble-cover'd bed ; 
 Where the water lily growing, 
 
 Rears it bloom adorned head. 
 Lightly dance thy waters on, 
 
 Glistening in the sunny beam ; 
 Murmuring a pleasing song ; 
 
 Sweet thy music, gentle stream. 
 It tells of joy, and peace serene, 
 
 Happy homes and smiling faces ; 
 And all the fair domestic scene, 
 
 Haunt of gentlest loves and graces. 
 It tells of reason, lucid, free, 
 
 Passion, noble, pure, rofin'd, 
 In bonds of social harmony 
 
 Interweaving all mankind. 
 And then it plays a higher part, 
 
 And tells of Him who bid theo flow ; 
 Who^ form'd the flowers, with curious art, 
 
 That on thy grassy margin grow. 
 
ODES AND SONGS. 
 
 Then crystal stream ! I'll blythly roam, 
 Companion of thy thoughtful nymph; 
 
 On thy green bank I'll build my home, 
 And quaff thy pure and sparkling lymph. 
 
 16 SONG. 
 
 BE DAYS OF DRINKING WINE FORGOT. 
 
 Am. * Auld Lang Syne. 
 days of drinking wine forgot ; 
 
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 Let water goblets shine ; 
 And from your memory ever blot 
 
 The days of drinking wine : 
 Those days of drinking wine, my friend, 
 
 Those days of drinking wine ; 
 A temperance hour is worth a power 
 
 Of days of drinking wine ! 
 
 We twa have quafPd to days long past 
 
 Bright juices of the vine ; 
 But let us from our memories cast 
 
 Those customs of " lang syne :" 
 Bad customs of " lang syne," my friend, 
 
 Bad customs of " lang syne ; 
 Our temperance age must blot the page 
 
 Of customs of " lang syne." 
 
 We twa can meet as friends should meet ; 
 
 We twa together dine ; 
 Our bev'rage quaff from fountains sweet, 
 
 And ne'er regret the wine. 
 At temperance's shrine, my friend, my friend, 
 
 We're pledged at her fair shrine ; 
 And hold her cause above the laws 
 
 And customs of " lang syne." 
 
90 ODES AND SONGS. 
 
 17 ODE FOR THE FOURTH OF JULY. 
 
 WHO ARE THE BRAVE? 
 
 WHO are the brave, if they were not 
 The mighty men of Bunker-hill ? 
 Our sires ! who'd shrink, if they did not, 
 
 Their country's glory to fulfil ? 
 Who are the free, if we are not, 
 
 Their sons ! O God ! of all thy earth 
 Seest thou this day one blessed spot 
 
 As free as that which gave us birth ? 
 Who are the brave, if they were not 
 
 The men who woke the strife again ? 
 And wiped away the drunkard's blot, 
 
 And dashed to earth his cruel chain ! 
 Who are the free, if we are not, 
 
 Who will no longer garlands twine 
 Around the cup, nor cast our lot 
 
 With those that tarry at the wine ! 
 Rejoice ! rejoice ! and who will not 
 
 In all that heaven has done for man I 
 If slaves of drink refuse, yet what 
 
 Prevents the free, who truly can ? 
 For what to us is habit's power, 
 
 And what the sparkling tempter's bite ? 
 Who's here, who triumphs not this hour, 
 
 In temperance and in freedom's might ? 
 
 W. B, Tappan. 
 
 18 ODE FOR THE FOURTH OF JULY. 
 OUR COUNTRY'S BANNERS PLAY. 
 
 Jp^UR country's banners play, 
 \J On this her natal day 
 
 With every breeze ; 
 Her happy millions throng, 
 With joy, and feast and song, 
 And gladness wakes along 
 
 Her farthest seas : 
 
ODES AND SONGS. 91 
 
 But list, that wo-waked note ! 
 Its echoes onward float, 
 
 Like tempest's sound : 
 Of death despair it tells ! 
 It nearer, deeper swells, 
 As 'twere some demon's yells, 
 
 In darkness bound. 
 
 On to the battle field ! 
 
 Grasp virtue's sword and shield ; 
 
 Contend like men ; 
 Quail not when demons shriek : 
 Let terror blanch no cheek ! 
 Bid freedom's watchword speak 
 
 From mount and glen ! 
 
 Here at her altar swear 
 Your country's ark to tear 
 
 From despot's hand : 
 Midst drunkard hosts be brave 
 Your holy birthright save ! 
 Roll back that hellish wave 
 
 Which sweeps the land J 
 
 19 SONG. 
 
 LIFT NOT THE WINE-CUP. 
 
 Look tttA thou upon the wine when it is red. PROVERBS. 
 
 O! soft sleep the hills in their sunny repose, 
 In the lands of the south where the vine gaily grows; 
 And blithesome the hearts of the vintagers be, 
 In the g*ape purple vales, in the Isles of the sea : 
 
 And fair is the wine when its splendor is poured 
 'Mid silver and gold round the festival board, 
 
 When the magic of music awakes in its power, 
 And wit gilds the fast falling sands of the hour : 
 
92 ODES AND SONGS. 
 
 Yet lift not the wine-cup, though pleasure may swim 
 'Mid the bubbles that flash round its roseate brim ; 
 
 For dark in the depths of the fountain below, 
 Lurk the sirens that lure to the vortex of wo. 
 
 They have led the gay spirit of childhood astray, 
 While it dreamed not of wiles on its radiant way ; 
 
 And the soft cheek of beauty they've paled in its bloom, 
 And quenched her bright eyes in the damps of the 
 tornb. 
 
 They have torn the live wreath from the brow of tho 
 brave, 
 
 And changed his proud heart to the heart of a slave ; 
 And e'en the fair fame of the good and the just, 
 
 With the grey hairs of age, they have trod to the dust. 
 
 Then lift not the wine-cup, though pleasure may swim 
 Like an angel of light round its roseate brim : 
 
 For dark in the depths of the fountain below, 
 Lurk the sirens that lure to the vortex of wo. 
 
 
 2O SONG FOR NEW YEAR. 
 
 SONS OF FREEDOM, ALL REJOICE ! 
 
 HAIL ! The New Year Jubilee, 
 Hail ! Our nation still is free 1 
 Raise we all our cheerful voice, 
 And in thankful songs rejoice ; 
 Join we then with sweet accord, 
 Praise we now our common Lord. 
 May we not our joys express ? 
 While heav'n deigns our land to bless, 
 Guards our rights, prolongs our days, 
 God is worthy of all praise. 
 Let us praise ; for it is meet, 
 Pay our homage at his feet. 
 
ODES AND SONGS. 93 
 
 Sons of freedom, all rejoice! 
 We again lift up our voice, 
 Make the upper regions ring 
 With the tribute which we bring, 
 All united, we agree, 
 Hail ! The New Year Jubilee. 
 
 Sing aloud ! 'tis heaven's due, 
 
 Sing we in the spirit too. 
 
 Lo ! our country still is free, 
 
 May she thus for ever be ! 
 May her youthful patriots, we, 
 Hail our nation's Jubilee. 
 
 From our foes we will not fly, 
 Watch ! for enemies are nigh ; 
 Moral evils wait around, 
 And alarming they are found ; 
 Rum's foul spirit leads the van, 
 Him to conquer, on we can ! 
 
 We our country's future stay, 
 
 Let us walk in wisdom's way, 
 
 Early seek and find the Lord, 
 
 Live according to his word. 
 Thus we gain a heav'n of love, 
 Sing a Jubilee above. 
 
 21 ODE FOR THE FOURTH OF JULY. 
 ON THIS JOYOUS DAY. 
 
 Am ' Star Spangled Banner." 
 
 ON this joyous day, while the cannon's loud voice, 
 From every green hill top,like thunder is breaking; 
 And music's soft strains upon ocean and shore, 
 In each throbbing bosom fresh ardor is waking, 
 
94 ODES AND SONGS. 
 
 There comes o'er the hills a discordant strain, 
 Proclaiming, oppression exulteth again ; 
 It fills every zephyr ; is borne on each gale, 
 Bespeaking the widow's and orphan's sad wail. 
 
 'Rouse freemen, arouse, for action prepare, 
 
 Rush forth to retrieve your fond homes from invasion ; 
 
 Your breasts as of yore, to the battle make bare ; 
 
 But conquer by power of moral persuasion, 
 
 With manly resolve, let each one declare, 
 
 The yoke of intemperance, he never will bear ; 
 
 Fling out the white flag, let it float in the gale, 
 
 'Till temperance, all over our land shall prevail. 
 
 See parents unite, and children combine, 
 To wipe off the scourge that degrades our fair nation ; 
 Their " lives, sacred honor, and fortunes," resign, 
 To rescue their country from base degradation. 
 Devotion's pure streams, incessantly rise, 
 From woman's kind bosom, to God in the skies ; 
 To lead on to conquest, the hosts of the free, 
 And save the " asylum, of sweet liberty." 
 
 Our cause still goes on, we'll be undismayed ; 
 
 The fountains of mis'ry will soon cease their flowing. 
 
 While Heaven directs us, we'll not be afraid, 
 
 For cold water armies to millions are growing : 
 
 In Israel's God, we'll still put our trust, 
 
 And boldly march onward ; " our cause it is just ;" 
 
 Soon the white flag of temperance " in triumph shall 
 
 wave, 
 
 O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave." 
 
 G. W. M. 
 
ODES AND SONGS. 95 
 
 NATIONAL ODE. 
 
 Written on a couch of sickness, by J. S. BUCKINGHAM. 
 HAIL! DAY OF JOY. 
 
 HAIL ! day of joy ! whose glad return 
 Hears a united nation's voice 
 " In thoughts that breathe, and words that burn," 
 
 Bid millions of free hearts rejoice. 
 " Who is the tyrant ? who the slave?" 
 
 A thousand anxious voices cry 
 Alas ! the tenants of the grave, 
 
 Could they but rise, might best reply. 
 The tyrant is DESTROYING DRINK 
 
 Who chains his slaves in links of fire ; 
 The slave is he whose manhood sinks 
 
 Beneath his withering sceptre dire. 
 This tyrant carries in his train 
 
 Each baleful passion's poisonous breath- 
 Crime, Misery, Want, Despair, and Pain, 
 
 Disease, Insanity, and Death. 
 Will they who love their native land, 
 
 See such a tyrant's rule upborne, 
 Nor stretch at once their patriot hand, 
 
 To hurl him from his despot throne ? 
 It cannot be! Man's nobler part 
 
 Yearns for his fellow-suffering man 
 Haste, then, each patriot Christian heart, 
 
 The revolution is begun ! 
 O ! for a Washington's pure name, 
 
 A Franklin's mind a Hancock's zeal, 
 A Henry's eloquence whose flame 
 
 Should kindle, in their country's weal. 
 Ten thousand thousand glowing tongues, 
 
 To form, to-day, a sacred band, 
 In every hall to bid their songs 
 
 Swell high for temperance through the land. 
 
96 ODES AND SONGS. 
 
 23 SONG. 
 
 THE DRUNKARD'S GRAVE. 
 
 I SAW a youth in his father's hall, 
 Whose joy-lit eye and aspect gay 
 Show'd a heart yet free from passion's thrall 
 Light as the billowy ocean's spray : 
 
 Generous, virtuous, fair, and brave, 
 Yet he fills a drunkard's grave. 
 
 I saw by the midnight taper's gleam, 
 
 A tireless student, pensive, pore 
 O'er hist'ry's page, or some noble theme, 
 That poets have sung in classic lore. 
 
 Yet the green willow doth o'er him wave : 
 Alas ! he sleeps in the drunkard's grave. 
 
 I saw an old man, whose locks were grey, 
 Silver'd by care and the length of years; 
 Unmoved by these signs of speedy decay, 
 And by his children's frequent tears. 
 
 Ah ! they may weep, but cannot save 
 That erring man from a drunkard's grave, 
 
 The young, the old, and the brave are there, 
 The proud and the humble together sleep ; 
 The father, caught by intemperance' snare ; 
 And his son, who once could o'er him weep. 
 The rich the poor the free the slave, 
 Go alike to the drunkard's grave. 
 
 24 SONG. 
 
 THEY SAY THE GOBLET'S CROWNED WITH 
 FLOWERS 
 
 THEY say the goblet's crown'd with flowers, 
 Arid round its brim do brightly shine, 
 Like gems, remember'd joys and hours, 
 The treasures of immortal wine. 
 
ODES AND SONGS. 97 
 
 We know the cup is wreathed with plants, 
 
 More deadly than the Upas-tree ; 
 Its richest recollection haunts, 
 
 The soul with all that misery. 
 
 They say the draught has potent spell, 
 To wean the thought from ills away ; 
 
 And raise the drooping one to dwell 
 Where dreary night is chang'd to day. 
 
 We deem the wretch may never know, 
 
 The meaning of unmix' d despair, 
 Till tempted by his bitt'rest foe, 
 
 He seeks the cup and finds it there. 
 
 Some vow in unextinguished hate, 
 
 With Alcohol no terms to hold ; 
 " From all that can intoxicate," 
 
 We write upon our banners fold. 
 
 For we, the sons have marshalled strong, " 
 On fields, that bear our father's name ; 
 
 Their glorious dust gives back the song, 
 Once more of freedom and of fame. 
 
 SONG OF THE MECHANICS. 
 
 1 H ALL the bone and muscle heaven 
 ^5 Lent us, shall subduing skill 
 To an enemy be given ? 
 
 Shall the red wine triumph still ? 
 Each of us, around whose dwelling, 
 
 Labor's ample blessings flow, 
 Feels his manly bosom swelling 
 
 With indignant answer. No ! 
 
 Raging drink ! thoul't not enslave us ; 
 
 Sparkling bowl ! thou now art dim ; 
 Angel temperance stoops to save us 
 
 From the death within thy brim. 
 9 
 
98 ODES AND SONGS. 
 
 Save us. Yes though we were spell bound, 
 
 Fixed in very sight of wo, 
 Yet the PLEDGE shall free the hell bound ; 
 
 Will we wear those shackles ? No. 
 
 From the floods' o'erwhelming power, 
 
 We unto this ark have fled ; 
 Whence we gaze in safety's hour 
 
 On the dying and the dead. 
 Now, of God, earths sons and daughters, 
 
 As on high he sets his bow, 
 Ask if shall return those waters ? 
 
 And Jehovah answers. No ! 
 
 W. B. Tappar. 
 
 26 SONG. 
 
 PREPARE FOR THE BATTLE. 
 
 PREPARE for the battle, attend to the sound, 
 The call that earth's vallies and mountains resound, 
 Where the foe with his deeds of destruction are found, 
 
 Go ye forth to the help of the Lord. 
 He will order the battle, who calls from afar, 
 Sons and daughters unskilled in the tactics of war, 
 But His banner above them, His soldiers they are, 
 And safe in the power of His sword. 
 
 Then sound the loud trumpet ye watchmen in Zion, 
 Till the drunkard whose chains far more cruel than iron 
 Shall flee from the snares of the prey -seeking lion, 
 
 Who in alcohol has such sure hold. 
 Oh entreat him to come to our happy retreat, 
 "Where Israel's shepherd does often times meet, 
 And stay with His mercy the wanderer's feet, 
 
 Till fixed in His own sacred fold. 
 
ODES AND SONGS. 99 
 
 THE FIREMAN'S SONG. 
 
 OH ! is there not now any fireman's song, 
 I think it a pity they're neglected so long, 
 For wherever, wherever, wherever they be, 
 They're always true-hearted, merry and free. 
 Ding, dong, bang away, 
 Engines now, drag away, 
 Off with your hose, and play away. 
 
 When fire is called, and the bells loud ring, 
 Let every one to his engine spring, 
 Let it rain, hail, snow, or blow, 
 There's not one among us that will be slow. 
 Ding, dong, bang away, &c. 
 
 And now to a fire how nimbly we trip, 
 And then up a ladder how nimbly we skip, 
 While some at the arms are working away, 
 Which causes the water swiftly to nlay, 
 Dhig, dong, bang away, &LC. 
 
 To keep the cold out, and prevent its striking in, 
 Some will drink brandy and some will drink gin, 
 With a piece of bread and a slice of ham, 
 Cold water and coffee is our best dram. 
 Ding, dong, bang away, &c. 
 
 Now here is a health to firemen all, 
 May they always be ready t' attend their call, 
 And wherever, wherever, wherever they be, 
 At the last great alarm may they all ready be. 
 
 Ding, dong, bang away, 
 
 Engines now, drag away, 
 Off with your hose, and play away. 
 
SAILOR'S 
 
 TEMPERANCE 
 
 SONG. 
 
 THE TEMPERANCE SHIP. 
 ^4 PEED, speed the temperance ship ! 
 ^5 Ye winds fill every sail, 
 Behold her on the deep, 
 Outriding every gale, 
 The tempest's fury she outbraves, 
 And hosts of deathless drunkards saves. 
 
 Speed, speed the Temperance Ship ! 
 
 Who joins us in the cry ? 
 Mothers and children cease to weep, 
 
 Our ship is passing by, 
 We wish to take you all on board 
 A freight of mercy to the Lord. 
 
 Speed, speed the Temperance Ship ! 
 
 For her we'll ever pray, 
 'Tis Israel's God alone can keep 
 
 In safety, night and day ; 
 On him we'll evermore depend 
 Who is the contrite drunkard's friend. 
 
 Speed, speed the Temperance Ship. 1 
 
 Ye young and aged shout, 
 Behold her sailing o'er the deep ! 
 
 With all her streamers out, 
 Bound for the true te-total shore 
 Where streams of death are drank no more. 
 
SAILOR'S TEMPERANCE SONGS. 101 
 
 SONG. 
 
 THE SEAMAN'S LAY. 
 Am. Oh ! no, we never mention her. 
 
 LIST, shipmates, to a seamen's lay : 
 Jack Temperance and Jack Grog 
 Are gallant sailors in their way, 
 
 As ever hove a log : 
 But Grog's a lad of fits and starts ; 
 You'll find him sharp and slow ; 
 Now hot, now cold : his spirits up, 
 He's all for dash and blow. 
 
 But if at times he's ahajp and quick, 
 
 'Tis soon he'll flag: and Sixes -, ,- .- 
 
 And then so hot, he-rj.eac <e#o N-j.ekj 
 
 Or set the sea ,oa fire ! 
 And though you heai him brag full o*t 
 
 He bangs the other hollo'.v,- ' - ." 
 I never knew him go aloft, 
 
 When Temperance would not follow. 
 
 But when he's had the drop he likes 
 
 He loves his glass we know 
 The squall comes on, the boatswain pipes 
 
 All hands to reef and stow : 
 'Tis then aloft, and lying out, 
 
 To reef, or stow, or bend, 
 Jack Temperance has the ready hand 
 
 To stay his falling friend. 
 
 Oh ! Temperance is a seaman bold 
 
 As ever trod the deck ; 
 And oft, when seas like mountain's roll'd, 
 
 Has saved the ship from wreck : 
 And when there rolls that mountain-sea, 
 
 All threatening to o'erwhelm, t 
 
 White breakers thundering on the lee, 
 
 Let Temperance take the helm. 
 9* 
 
102 SAILOR'S TEMPERANCE SONGS. 
 
 'Tis he can put the ship about 
 
 Ho .' breakers ! Helm's a-lee !" 
 And ever keeps the bright look-out, 
 
 To luff, or steer her free. 
 Blow high, blow low, on him depend ; 
 
 Jack Temperance is the lad, 
 The kindest, truest, firmest friend 
 
 Poor sailor ever had. . 
 
 3 SONG. 
 
 RULE, TEMPERANCE, RULE. 
 
 TEMPERANCE, with pinions widely spread, 
 Flies through the world at heaven's command ; 
 AjaCL blessing^ tjy aei'4nfluence shed 
 
 Charter her rale iri eve"y land. 
 
 Rule, temperance, rule true temperance, rule the age, 
 And si.an.ip an era bright 6n history's page. 
 
 She strikes not with the faulchion's edge, 
 
 To free the vice-besotted slave ; 
 She simply bears a twofold pledge, 
 
 With it to conquer and to save. 
 
 Rule, temperance, rule true temperance, rule the age, 
 And stamp an era bright on history's page. 
 
 And e'en upon the raging main, 
 
 When shattered barks are tempest-tost, 
 That magic pledge shall hold its reign, 
 
 And bind the seaman to his post. 
 
 Rule, temperance, rule true temperance, rule the age, 
 And stamp an era bright on history's page. 
 
 To rouse the mind to virtue's call 
 
 All reckless of the taunt of fools 
 Offending none, inviting all, 
 
 She comes, she conquers, and she rules. 
 Rule, temperance, rule true, temperance, Tule the age, 
 And stamp an era bright on history's page. 
 
SAILOR'S TEMPERANCE SONGS. 103 
 
 4 SONG. 
 
 OH WILD IS THE PATH. 
 
 OH wild is the path of the son of the sea, 
 Who launches his bark on the perilous tide ; 
 But wilder by far is the reef slwdded lee, 
 Where drunkards 'mid billows of drunkenness ride. 
 
 Oh fierce is the storm that the mariner braves, 
 'Mid thunders and lightnings afar on the foam ; 
 
 But the storm of the land has more dangerous waves, 
 Where drunkards 'mid billows of drunkenness roam. 
 
 Oh hungry as death are the monsters that prey, 
 On the corpse of the sailor far down in the deep ; 
 
 But hungrier still are the monsters who prey, 
 Where drunkards 'mid billows of drunkenness creep. 
 
 Oh God, save the sailor with heavenly force, 
 
 From drunkards and drunkenness keep him afar ; 
 
 Oh steer him safe on in a heavenly course, 
 
 By the mild cheering light of the temperance star. 
 
 C. W. Denison. 
 
 SONG. 
 THE TEMPERANCE CREW. 
 
 AIR. The Bold Buccaneer. 
 
 UFF up, boys ! clew up, and furl every sail ; 
 
 Clear the cables let all fly, and clew ; 
 Though rocks are a-lee, she will laugh at the gale, 
 For our ship has a Temperance crew I 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Tho' rocks are a-lee, she will laugh at the gale, 
 For our ship has a Temperance crew. 
 
104 SAILOR'S TEMPERANCE SONGS. 
 
 We ask not grog courage," so vaunted ; 
 
 Let it blow as it never yet blew ! 
 To ride amidst breakers undaunted 
 
 Is the vaunt of a Temperance crew ! 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 To ride amidst breakers undaunted 
 Is the vaunt of a Temperance crew. 
 
 Down anchors pay out let her swing free and wide ; 
 
 As our hearts, so our cables are true ; 
 Like a sea bird she sits ! now she breasts the rough 
 tide! 
 
 Hold on then, brave Temperance crew. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Like a sea bird she sits, as she breasts the rough tide! 
 Hold on then, brave Temperance crew. 
 
 Come, a bright, bright look-out. Hail each lull, or a 
 pause 
 
 In the gale ! we have death in our view ! 
 But may weather the squall for in God and our cause 
 
 Is the trust of a Temperance crew. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 But may weather the squall, for in God and our 
 
 cause 
 Is the trust of a Temperance crew. 
 
 Bear a hand the storm lulls and the tide sets off fast, 
 
 Ere again the wild hurricane brew. 
 Set her topsails, and slip and the danger is past ; 
 
 Then huz*z*a for a Temperance crew ! 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Set her topsails, and slip and the danger is past ; 
 Then huzza for a Temperance crew. 
 
TABLE OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 WITH TUNES. 
 
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 A beacon has been lighted Romaine 49 
 
 All ye who laugh and sport with death 29 
 
 And are ye sure the news is true 87 
 
 Another year has run its round 72 
 
 Away from the revel Muhlenberg 65 
 
 Be days of drinking wine forgot Auld Lang Syne- 89 
 
 Be present at our meeting, Lord 10 
 
 Be with me,. Lord, throughout this day 71 
 
 Belshazzar is king Shout the glad tidings 86 
 
 Blow the temp'rance trumpet, blow 39 
 
 Blow ye the trumpet, blow Jubilee 13 
 
 Can we forget the gloomy time Auld Lang Syne 59 
 
 Cheerily, cheerily sound the joyful strain 72 
 
 Children who have rallied now Wallace 67 
 
 Come, behold the drunkard dying Welsh Melody .... 66 
 
 Come, sons of Columbia, while proudly and high 78 
 
 Come, ye messengers of mercy Littleton 46 
 
 Come, ye that know and fear the Lord 9 
 
 Come, thou Almighty King Italian Hymn 7 
 
 Crystal streamlet ! gently flowing Sicilian Hymn* 88 
 Dash to the floor that bowl Sebastian Bach, H.M..... 63 
 Daughter of nations ! awake from thy slumb's > Daughter 38 
 Daughter of Zion ! awake from thy slumbers ) of Zion 66 
 Farewell to the cup ! we have tarried too long Scotland 82 
 
 Father, how wide thy glory shines 8 
 
 Friends of man and toes to madness Wilmot 77 
 
 Friends of freedom, swell the song Wallace 52 
 
 God in the Gospel of his Son 14 
 
 Go, self-polluted loathsome wretch Melody 23 
 
106 TABLE OF FIRLT LINES. 
 
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 Gracious God, to thee belong PleyeVs Hymn' 12 
 
 Hail, day of joy ! Star of Bethlehem 95 
 
 Hail, temp'rance ! fair celestial ray 33 
 
 Hail! the New Year jubilee 92 
 
 Hand me the bowl ! ye jovial band 19 
 
 Hark ! hark ye ! listen St. Denis 16 
 
 Hark! the herald angels sing Wilson 15 
 
 Heavenly Father ! give thy blessing Sicily 73 
 
 Help us to feel for drunken man 20 
 
 He was a virtuous youth Boylton 70 
 
 Holy, holy, holy 'Lord Kir 9 
 
 Hosannas, Lord, to thee we sing 51 
 
 How bright the page where every thought 47 
 
 How dear to my heart are the days of my childhood 80 
 
 How long, O God, how long 21 
 
 How long shall virtue languish Romaine 51 
 
 If one bright spot there is on earth S3 
 
 I heard a voice from heaven 34 
 
 Intemp'rance, like a raging flood IS 
 
 Intemperance rears its sinful towers Newcourt 61 
 
 I saw a youth in his father's hall 96 
 
 I spring from the rock, from mountain side 81 
 
 It is useless to talk of the temperance cause 102 
 
 I've thrown the bowl aside 84 
 
 Land of Columbia ! awake Daughter of Zion 75 
 
 Let him who may think Bethlehem 73 
 
 Let Temperance and her sons rejoice Sterling 50 
 
 List, shipmates, to a seaman's lay 101 
 
 Long and gloomy was the night PleyeVs Hymn 36 
 
 Lord of heaven and earth, assist us Siberia 56 
 
 Lo ! Zion droops in vain in vain 35 
 
 Luff up boys ; clew up and furl every sail 103 
 
 Mid sorrows and sadness Home, sweet home 25 
 
 Mournful and sad upon my ear Ballermo 26 
 
 Now begin the heavenly theme 14 
 
 Now, O Lord, in peace dismiss us Sicily 74 
 
 O'er Arabia's dreary sands 42 
 
 Oh ! soft sleep the hills in their sunny repose Scotland 91 
 
 Oh, is there not now any fireman's song 99 
 
 Oh, shun the bowl Star of Bethlehem 62 
 
 Oh, shun the bowl, when rich delight 60 
 
 Oh, touch it not, for deep within 65 
 
 Oh, turn from the wine-glass away 64 
 
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 Oh, wild is the path of the son of the sea 103 
 
 Oh, water for me, bright water for me Bonny JDoon, 
 
 Scotch air 85 
 
 Only this once the wine-cup glowed Hamburg 22 
 
 On, temp'rance, on! speed on blest power 79 
 
 On this joyous day, while the cannon's loud voice 93 
 
 On this glad day, God, we would 50 
 
 Onward ! onward ! all victorious Grenville 55 
 
 Onward ! onward ! band victorious Westborough 45 
 
 O, 'tis a joyful sound to hear Mead 41 
 
 O that the Lord would hear 46 
 
 O, thou source of ills unnumbered Middleton 31 
 
 Our country's banners play Bermondsey' 90 
 
 Parent of the great creation Middleton 54 
 
 Pledge in a noble cause 38 
 
 Praise to the Lord on high Weymouth 53 
 
 Prepare for the battle, attend to the sound 98 
 
 Rise and shine through every nation Oliphant 44 
 
 Round the temp'rance standard rally Zion 37 
 
 See from Zion's sacred mountain Grenville 15 
 
 Shall the bone and muscle human 97 
 
 Sing how eternal Love 8 
 
 Some sing the praise of rosy wine 81 
 
 Son of sorrow! son of sorrow Mount Vernon 28 
 
 Sons and daughters of the pilgrims Zion 35 
 
 Source of being ! Holy Father 42 
 
 Speed, speed the temperance ship 100 
 
 Stay, mortal, stay ! nor heedless thus Ballermo 63 
 
 Stop, poor sinners, stop and think 27 
 
 Stretch'd on a heap of straw, his bed 20 
 
 Temp'rance, mild" blessing, goddess serene 77 
 
 Temp'rance, tell the listening world Watchman .tell 
 
 us of the night 57 
 
 Temp'rance, with pinions widely spread 10.2 
 
 That wine-cup ! touch it not 58 
 
 The blessings of the bounteous God 41 
 
 The drink that's in the drunkard's bowl 68 
 
 The Pledge ! the Pledge ! the mighty rock 40 
 
 The temp'rance trumpet blow 34 
 
 There's a blessing on the wing 31 
 
 There was a time, there was a time 30 
 
 There sprang a tree of deadly name Luther's Hymn 36 
 They say the goblet's crowned with flowers 96 
 
108 TABLE OF FIRST LINES. 
 
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 This day, O God, thy blessed hand , 43 
 
 Though sore beset with guilt and fear 32 
 
 Though wretchedness unending. 60 
 
 Thou liquid fire ! like that which glowed 24 
 
 Through all the various passing scenes 29 
 
 Throughout Columbia's borders. 76 
 
 Thy gracious aid, O God, impart 68 
 
 To God the Father, God the Son 74 
 
 To Thee, merciful and just 11 
 
 United in a peaceful band 70 
 
 Vain man. on foolish pleasure bent 17 
 
 Watchman, tell us of the night 39 
 
 We come, our Father, to thy throne 11 ' 
 
 We praise thee, Lord, if but one soul 54 
 
 We've heard that round the wine-cup's brim 69 
 
 What shall the dying sinner do < 14 
 
 When God poured out perfection first 48 
 
 When we think of chill starvation Mount Vernon .... 23 
 
 Who are the brave, if they were not 90 
 
 Ye captives once to sin and shame 27 
 
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