I MINSTREL d£ FROM THE LIBRARY OF REV. LOUIS FITZGERALD BENSON. D. D, BEQUEATHED BY HIM TO THE LIBRARY OF PRINCETON THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY DltliM Secdoa v. -■ini?-^^^^^ HYMN B"e-oi; AND iL GOI.X.EaTION OF HYMNS, SONGS AND ODES^ Foii TEMPERANCE MEETINGS AND ' .^: BY REV. JOHN MARSH. NEW-YORK: yUBLTSHED AND SOLD AT THE OFFICE OF THE AMERICAN TEMPERANCE UNION. 1842, Entej-ed according to Act of Congress, in the year 1841, by John Marsh, in the Clerk's office of the District Court for the Southern District rff Now- York STEREOTYPED BY VINCENT L. DILL. 12 8 Fulton Street, New-York. PREFACE. Fkequent enquiries for a Temperance Hymn Bowk 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 haye 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 ciid of tem- perance. The numerous beautiful poetical effusions on the subject, now enable us to present a valuable compi- lation. It is hoped tliat it v>^ill prove acceptable and useful to the American public ; — valuable not only in lemperaace meetings, but in families, forming tho minds and hearts of children and youth to an abhor- rence of those intoxicating drinks, which have blaip their millions. New-Yoek, April 1, 184L T^MP^PvANOS HYMN BOOK. FAIS^T I. WOES OF INTEMPERANCE. lis. ARK ! hark ye ! listen the sorrow and weep- Which rise from the hovel where Misery reigns. To the howl of tlie 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! 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 I 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 ! '6 He comes ! Sefe he comes ! But no fond salutation. Breaks forth from his lips which once murmured of loye : Those eyes, once accustomed to smile jipprobation. Look dark as (he storm-cloud which musters above. 1* p WOKS Of IxNTtMPiCRAlVCE. € With oaths and reproaches he vents his displeasure. And smites the frail form he is bound to protect; Her tears and intreaties avail in no measure ; He treatij 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 oii the fiend till from earth he is hurled .' C. M. 1 TNTEMP'RANCE, 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. Dry up the source from whence it flows. Destroy its fountain head ; That dire Intemp'rance and its w^oes No more the earth o'erspread. B.J, I • I WOES OF INTEMrKRANCB. C. M. THE VICTIM. 1 *' ■jH;W AND me the bowl, ye jovial band," JHJI. 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, lit To plead with prayers and tears. ^ 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 I WOES r.t ;Ni£MrERANCK. C. M. THE DYING DRUNKARD. \ ^TRETCH'D on a heap of straw—his bcd- K^ The dyin^ drunkard lies ; His joyless wife supports his head, And to console him, tries : S 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. C. M. 1 'HrjrELP us to feel for drunken man, JIJL In all his sin and wo ; And let our bright example teach The way he ought to go. WOES OF INTEMPERANCE. I 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. J. BunuL 6s. & 8s. 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 all 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 5 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 greitest sin ?" 4 The mother of our uace. Whose sm 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 ? v iO ^ WOES OP INTEMPERANCE. 5 Help US, O God, to weigh Oar 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 Boo]^. Pierponl. L. M. " Ol^y T^HIS ONCE." J " M^"^^I^Y this once ;" — ^the wine-cup glQwed ^U^ All sparkling with its ruby ray ; The bacchanalian wfelcof And folly rnade t|ie Then he, so long, so ulipiy war The sway of conscience rashlvJBJ|^^ed ; His promise of repentance scor'ftef^ And, coward-like, to vice returned, " Only this once;" — the tale is told ; He wildly quaffed the poisonous tide ; Wilh 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. And all the life of life was fled. Again hie eyes the landscape viewed ; His limbs again their burden bore ; And years their wonted course renewed ; But hope and peace returned no more. U H. WOES OP INTEMPERANCE. 11 8s. & 7s. THE MISCHIEFS OF DRINKING. w 1 'W/HTHEN we think of chill starvation, ^^ V w When we think of sighs and tears, • When we think of pale privation, When we think of doubts and fears ; 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 blijg^ 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- Hird C. M. 1 ^"^ O self-polluted loathsome wretch, ^J!W 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 tear. 12 WOE9 J? INTBMPARANCa. 4 Enough, enough, if aught remains Of virtue in thy soul ; Forsake thy foolish maddening life, And scorn the treacherous bowl. 8s. DRUNKARD'S ADDRESS TO WINE. 1 fJlHOU 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 : For wheresoe'er thy radiance falls, Forth, from thy heat, a viper crawls ! 3 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 ? 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 of 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 celi« Gush o'er your granite basin's lip ! To you I look ; — ^your largess give, And I will drink of you, and live. WOES OF INTEMPERANCK. IS ^fE DRUNKARD'S LAMENT. 1 9 i'^^ID sorrows and sadness I'm destined to roam, IfJI. Forlorn and forsaken, deprived of my homej 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. Bussel. i4 WOKS OF n »-ERANCE C. M. THE FUNERAL. |fe| 1 "M^OURNFUL and sad upon my ear iTM. The death-bell echoes stole ; And pamful memories Opened all The feelings of my soul. 2 The linell— the knell— it told of w.i That words cannot reveal— Of desolate and broken hearts, Where grief had set his seal. 3 A gain 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 wepl 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 griefj A death-shade in their gloom — As, desolate and fatherless, They left the drunkard's tomb. WOES OF INTEMPERANGK- t*^ 7s. & 6s. 1 ^5 TOP poor sinners, stop and think, ^5 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 awful doom, Will fill you with despair ! All your sins will round you crowd, You shall mark their crimson dye i Each for vengeance crying loud, And what can you reply ? 3 Tho' your heart v.' ere made of steel. Your forehead lined with brass, God at lengtjli 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." C. M. A CALL TO REFORMATION. 1 ^ET'E captives once to sin and shame, jL By dire intemperance led, Wh»se thirst was like tlie fiery flame. With burning spirits fed ; 2 The noble forms your Maki r gave Were tottering to the du^^t, Without a hope that Christ would save^ On Him ye could not trust ; NewfoB. 16 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 star* Are teaching temperance. 8s. & 7s. 1 ^^ON of sorrow ! son of sorrow, ^5 Whither bendest thou thy way, Wlint hath hope for thee to-morrow? What enjoyment has to-day ? 2 False excitement, maddening ever, Fills thy fever-hcated brain ; Thir. will save from sorrow never, Lciiving death, remorse, and pain. 3 Son of sorrow ! son of sorrow ! Come with me, O, come to-day ; Wait not — wait not till to-morrow, Leave, O leave delusion's way. 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 I 5 I would conceal the gloomy picture. Thou thyself must draw a sigh ; Son of madness, change, O change theei Ere thy wife and children die I G Change thee ere thy doom is fixed, Bringing evci lasting gloom ! Flee, O flee the drunkard's madness, Flee from madness and the tomb. WO£:S OF INTEMrEliANCE> i / C. M. 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, Wat4s. Ify L. M. HROUGH all th^ various passing scenes 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 eye. 18 HOPE OF 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. L. M. 1 rnHHERE was a time, there was a time, Ji_ 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* ^ .^^.le. When all was joy within that breast, Where memory now, with scorpion whip, Scourges the conscience from its rest. 3 There was a time, there was a time. When nobleyt 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. HOPS OF REFORM. 10 7s. THE WORD OF HOPE. 1 fjaiHERE'S a blessing on the wing, JB. Sons of want and misery, sing , This the simple solemn strain, This the word of hope, "Abstain:" Touch nor taste ; for dark despair Fills tlie 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 ilear your wives, your children plead, Hear the gospel intercede I Helpless drunkards, hither fly ! " Touch not, taste not," or you die ! Die ! alas ! there is a doom, Darker than the darkest tomb, Blacker than the blackest night, Rayless sorrow, endless blight ; There the dying drunkard goes, Draining draughts of bitterest woes, List, then, to the simple strain. Hear the word of hope — Abstaim ! 8s. & 7s. PRAYER OF THE REFORMED, 1 ^^ thou source of ills unnumbered, \-W Long by thee I've been enslaved, Much too long has reason slumbered. But adieu, at last I'm saved. Amecsek^. ^Q HOPE OF REFORM. 2 Long bereft of every blessing, I have sought for rest in vain { Misery's iron hand oppressing, Held its unrelenting chain. 3 Once rpy injur'd wife beset me, By unmeasur'd 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 ; Plei:^ty 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. L. M. , DRUNKARD'S HOPE. 1 " fBlHOUGH sore beset with guilt and fear, JB. 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 my 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 ray relief ; He hears my groans, he sees my grief; Nor will he suffer thee to boast A soul that sought his help was lost. TEMPERANCE REFORM. 2i I'll cast myself before his feet; I see him on liis mercy-setit : ('Tis sprinkled with atoning blood :) There sinners finS 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." FAUT IV, "^^^ OBJECT AND END OF THE TEMPER- ANCE REFORI^IATION. L. M. 1 "M""S"AIL temp'rance, fair celestial ray! M.M. 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 gloom, 'Twas like the darkness of the tomb. When first our much delighted eyes Beheld Ihy 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. 22 TEMPERANCE REFORM. S. M. 1 rHpiHE temp'rance trumpet blow, jSL That all may Hftar 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 pf 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 eii^ess misery. J Burns. S. M. • 1 W HEARD a voice fiipm.heav'n JB. Address thethougnftless tlirong, 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 sjn. p 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 ; Put some were number'd with the deady Who shall their doom declare ? TEMPERANCE REFORB5. 23 8s. 7s. & 4s. '^ ^ONS and daug-hters of the pilgrims, ^1 Who of noblejjirth are proud, Lo ! the glorious cause of temp'rance For exertion calls aloud ; While the monster still within the land is founds See ! the loathsome drunkard reeling ! Hark ! the cries of weeping friends ! Hear the mother, children, pleading, Heaven relief would quickly send. O thou great and mighty Saviour, Speed Thee on the glorious day, When the powerful arch DECfiivER, Shall no more his wrath display ; Then our cause shall gain a universal sway." L. M. 1 "M" O ! Zion droops — in vain — in vain, w ^ Her temple gates are open'd wide ; Intemp'rance blights her fair domain, And luj^s its^thousands from her sidei 2 In vain jtier watchmen cry aloud. And ui'ge 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 your slumber, catch our zeal, Our weapon is the written word ; Our only guerdon Zion's weal, Our aim, the glory of the Lord ! And«^to«. %4 tBSlFERANCE EEPOKJI. 7s. 1 "W ONG and gloomy, was the nighlj JLJ Hanging on our mental sight, While intemp'rance, dark and drear, Fili'd with storms our atmosphere. 2 But hehold, a star arise, Brilliant in these northern skies. Coming 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 terap'rance star. L. M. UPAS TREE. 1 fMlHERE sprang a tree of deadly name, JL 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. S 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. 23 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 8s. 7s. & 4s. 1 U3 OUND the temp'rance standard rally, Jt%/ 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 ; Let 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. 3 J. Buniit. 2G TEMPERANClfi REFORM. 6s. & 8s. 1 "pLEDG'D in a noble cause, S. 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 closararray, our little band - Shall chase intemp'rance 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 ; N|r for a moment quarter give ; Resolv'd for this to work and livec lis. 1 "W^AUGHTER of nations ! awake from thy slum, M^ hers, Awake ! for thy foe is oppressing thee sore ; Down the dark stream of intemp'rance what num- bers, Are urging thciir 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 iiath gleamed. TEMPERANCE REFORaf. 1 -^m^ATCHMAN! tell us of the night, WW 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 I hail its blessed light, Peq.ce and truth its course portends ;, 4 Watchman ! will its beams alone Oild the spot that gave them birth ! Trav'ller ! no ; all time its own, And its heritage the earth. 8s. 1 "gftLOW the temp'rance trumpet, blow, JL^ 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, 4t the throne of jrrace to meet. 28 TEMPBRANCE 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.. den. 8s. THE PLEDGE. 1 rg^HE Pledge! The Pledge I The mighty rock, Ji. 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 I 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 kv?>art. 4 Thus through deserts w:B and drear, Manna, and the streams so clear, Form their only meat and drink, At whose frown ev'n nations. shrink. 5 Christians I 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. 1 ^OURCE of being. Holy Father, K5 With the day's returning light. Round our board with thanks we gather, For the mercies of the night. 2 Mercies that the stars outnumber, Which their silent courses keep, — Angels guard that never slumber, While we lie and never sleep. \ Pierpont •TEMPERANCE REFORM. 3 Pillows, wet with tears of anguish, Couches pressed in sleepless wo, Where the sons of Belial languish, Father may we never know I 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 thoe afi'il with our neighbor. Bind us in|^ l)onds of peace. 6 For the lake, ^; vvfell, the river. Water-brook and crystal spring. Do ?t-B riow, to thee, the giver. Thanks, our daily tribute, bring. L. M. EVENING. 1 rjlHIS day, God, thy blessed hand, _BL Hath thrown wide open all thy stores, And fiU'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. 31 32 TCEMPERANCE REFORM. 5 It fiUeth 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. C 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 Wlxen 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 ! Picrpont 8s. 7s. & 4s. ISE and shine through every nation, O thou temp'rance star divine I 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. TEI|IP£RANC£ REFORM- 33 8s. 7s* «&; 9s. 1 ^^NWARD ! onward .' band victorious, 1^ Rear the ternp'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 ternp'rance armor on you, Look for guidance from above ; God and angels smile upon you. Hasten then your work of love I 3 Lo, Avhat 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 yoq, To the conflict bravely go I 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'ranco' lioly altar, Death is vours, or Victoky I 34 TEMPERANCE REFORM. 8s. 7s. & 4s. •€ 0ME, ye messengers of mercy, J 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 your conscience we appeal. Come and join u's ; Touch not, taste not, drink no more. 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 forth ; While Hannahs, truly wise. Now prove your genuine worth. No power like yours — save that above, To teach sobriety and love. TEMPERANCE REFORM 35 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. L. M. 1 "B""B"OW 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 36 tKmperanoe recorm. 5 How fair the path which upward leads, 'Tis virtue's sweet and pleasant way ; Our guide each humbJe pilgrim heeds, And cheers hirn onward, day by day. THE FIRST PLEDGE. 1 '^MTHEN God poured out perfection first, W V And formed each creature good. Pure water quenched our parents' thirst, And temp'rance chose 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 pai-ents 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 beeh 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 III. IPRAISES AJVD THANKSGIVINGS FOE ENCOURAGEMENT AND RESULTS. 7. & 6s. TEMPERANCE VICTORIOUS i A BEACON has been lighted, xjL 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 ! Proud beacon onward haste, 'Till floods Of light all gloriotti, Illume the moral waste. J2 Intemperance has founder'd, The denlon gasps for breath, His rapid march is downward To everlasting death. did 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. 38 PRAi6£,S AND THANKSGIVING^. Her blows, we'll pray " God speed" theih, The darkness to dispel ; And how we fought for freedom, Let future ages tell. Victorious on, &,c. L. M. 1 "■" ET temp'rance and her sons rejoice, jLA And be their praises loud and long. Let every heart and every voice Conspire to raise a joyful song. 3 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. C. M. 1 ^^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 ; For where thy mercy breaks the spell The victory is gain'd. PRAISES AND THANKSGIVINGS. 39 L. M. 1 "JTOSANNAS, Lord, to Thee we sing, JLfi. 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 mqre shall deem it just To live, by forging chains to bind His weaker brother in the dust. 4 Still give us grace. Almighty King I Unwavering at our posts to stand, 'Till grateful at thy shrine we bring The tribute of a ransomed land. 7s. & 6s. 1 TDf OW long shall virtue languish? MJL 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, a Throughout this favored nation, i Her millions to devour ? W 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 ; The ends at once securing. Of industry and peace ? 40 niAISES AND THANKSQIViNOB. 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. 7s. & 6s. 1 JCIRIENDS of freedom ! swell the sonj: Ml Young and old, the strain prolong, Make the temp'rance army strong, And on to victory. ^ 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 0.f ruin'd families I 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 j; iCarry 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. 41 7 God of mercy ! hear us plead, For thy help we intercede ! j 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. 6s. & 8s. 1 "gl^RAISE to the Lord on high, ML^ 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, T bid its touch a last adieu. 42 PRAISES AND THANKSGIVINGS. L. M. 1 mmTE praise thee, Lord — if but one soul wW While the past year prolong'd its flight, Turn'd shudd'ring from the pois'nous bowl. To health, and liberty, and light. 2 We praise thee — if one clouded home, Where broken hearts despairing pin'd, Beheld the sire and husband come, Erect, and in his perfect mind. \% 3 No more a weeping wife to mock, 'Till all her hopes in anguish end — No more the trembling mind to shock, And sink the father in the fiend. 4 Still give us grace. Almighty King, Unwav'ring at our posts to stand; 'Till grateful at Ihy shrine we bring, The tribute of a ransom'd land. L. H. Sigoorn^. 8s. & 7s. 1 ■«ARENT of the great creation, M. 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. # t PRAISES AND THANKSGIVINGS. 43 4 Then our sweetest voices raising, With the bright angelic host, Thy great name for ever praising, Father, Son and Holy Ghost. E. B. H. 8s. 7s. & 4s. TEMPERANCE TRIUMPH. 1 ^^NWARD ! Onward ! all victorious, %^ Bright thou Sun of temp'rance shine I Sqon our triumph will be glorious, For our leader is divine. Sing victorious ! Sing victorious I For our lead^ is divine. God does work ! — Scq, none can hinder ; Weak the agents he'll employ — With his trumpet loudly thunder, Compass, round, and then destroy ! Walls of Satan ! Walls of Satan I 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 I" Sons of Zion ! Sons of Zion I 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 I Happy Erin I Alcohol shall rule no more> GrenviUe. 44 l>RAISES AND THANESOIVIN6S. 8s. 7s. & 4s. 1 W 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 intern p'rance May our country soon be freed. 2 Let the temp'rance reformation, 3till go forward and increase, Checking vice and dissipation, Filling hearts and homes with peace. Till intemp'rance Shall on earth, for ever cease. ^ J.Bjurm. '^ 8s. 7s. 65 4s. ONS and daughters of the pilgrims, Who of noble birth are proud ; Lo ! the glorious cause of temp'rance, For exertion calls aloud, While the monster Still within the land is found. 2 See the loathsome drunkard reeling ; Hark the cries of weeping friends I 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. PRAISES AND THANKSGIVIN08. 45 7s. 1 npEMPERANCE ! tell the listening world M. What thine advocates have done ; Hearken, now the tyi-ant's hurled From his high, despotic throne. 2 Temperance — shall it bear the sway, Shine o'er earth in splendour bright 1 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 ; .Toyful now our anthems raise, In every clime, in every land. L. H' Sigourne?- * PART IV. WARNINGS AGAINST INTEMPERANCE AND ALL ITS CAUSES. 1 rWlHAT wine-cup ! touch it not I 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 I 2 When ia 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, shuM the wine-cup then, It cannot give relief. 'C WARNINGS AND ADMONITIONS. 47 8s. & 6s. AN we forget the gloomy time, When Bacchus rul'd 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, Foi-, 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 tliat Satan hates — " We'll touch not — taste not — handle not, Whate'er intoxicates.^^ HatSeid. 48 WARNINGS AND ADMONITIONS. 7s. & 6s. Tune.—" From Greenland's Icy Mountains.*^ 1 f ■"THOUGH 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 arras 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. L. M. 1 ^^^, 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. 9 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 WARNINGS AND ADMONITIONS. 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. L. P. M. 49 C. A. H. 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 yc 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 I jSO 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. L. M. THE BOWL. BY LIEUT. G. W. PATTEN, U. S. ARMY. 1 ^^H ! shun the bowl ! — the draught beware, \_W 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. 3 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 j When foaming high with waters rare — Oh never touch the goblet then ! WARNINGS AND ADMONITIONS. 51 H. M. 1 "W^ASH to the floor that bowl ! MLP 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 shine — The light of love and truth'. Then shall that drink divirie Be quaffed by age and youth ; And as that bow, Doth heavenward bend, Shall heavenward tend Tlie way they go. C. M. ONE GLASS MORE. 1 ^TAY, mortal, stay ! nor heedless thus ^ 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." 52 WARNINGS AND ADMONITIONS. 3 Go, view that prison's gloomy cells. Their palld 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. L. M. Air. — " Green Fields" II ! turn from the wine-glass away, Nor look on the wine when it's rod ; 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 &ov,r 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 lire. 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 v/ould'st be free from its pains ; For he is in danger who sips — He only is safe who abstains. Hatfield WARNINGS AND ADMONITIONS, O.-i C. M. 1 ^^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. lis. 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 ! 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 thei'c, 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. 54 WARNINGS AND ADMONITIONS. THE DRUNKARD'S DIRGE. 1 ^10 ME, behold the drunkard dying, ^,y 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 I 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 lis. 1 " "W^ AUGHTER of Zion! awake from thy sadness, iJ^ 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 fiU'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 fijil'd them. To peace and to virtue again are restor'd. JUVENILE TEMPERANCE HYMNS. 55; 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 PAMT V. JUVENILE TEMPERANCE HYMNS. 7s. &; 63. FOR JUVENILE CELEBRATIONS. 1 g^HILDREN, who have rallied now ^l_y 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 1 4 Lo ! o'er all the tented field, God will be our sun and shield ; Alcohol, the foe, shall yield, If all will volunteer. ^6 JUVENILK TEMPERANCE HYMNS. L. M. 1 rjHHY gracious aid, O God! impart, JH. 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 stride 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. 8s. & 6s. M L 1 rWlHE drink that's in the drunkard's bowl JL 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. JUVENILE TEMPERANCE HYMNS. 3. 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. 8s. & 6s. Sung at the Odeon, Boston, at the Juvenile Celebration of simultaneous Temperance Meetings. 1 "^fiMT" ■^'^-'^ heard that round the wine-cup's brim V W A thousand pleasures stray, And that strong drink have wondrous power To drive dull care away ; But we have seen the fiasliing light Which from the goblet came, Lead, like the meteor, on to tears. And wretchedness, and shame. 2 We've hoard that though 'tis well enough For men the pledge to sign. Yet youth need never be in haste Tiieir 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. t The children in Chaldea's court, Who would not drink the wiRe, Not only fair in flesh were seen. But v/isdom had, divine. ftS JUVENILE TEMPERANCE HYMNS. 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. TapDan 'JJ 8s. & 6s. NITED in a peaceful band 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. While all around re-echoes bring, The cold water army. 4 O Lord, let now a copious shower, Of grace descending on us pour, Nor let one blightning prospect lower The cold water army. 5 O may we meet around thy throne, To praise Thee there, in strains unknown, And flowers of love and peace be strewn, The cold water army. S. M. EPITAPH ON A JUVENILE MEMBER. 1 "ITE was a virtuous youth, M.M. Oh yes ! — and lov'd his God : Along the sober path of truth His little feet they trod. JUVENILE TEMPERANCE HYMNS. 59 2 To 'scape th' intemp'rate way, A totaller was he ; And deeply sighed for the day, When drunkards should be free. 3 Then, youthful friends, O come ! And silently draw near, And o'er his little lonely tomb, Pray shed a sacred tear. 4 Then follow oji his rout, Drink not the drunkard's drink ; And let your daily constant shout Be " drunkenness shall sink." C. M. A YOUNG TE-TOTALLER'S MORNING HYMN. 1 BBE with me Lord throughout this day, M-9 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. 60 JUVKNILE TEMPERANCE HYMNS. L. M. NEW YEAR'S HYMN. 1 A NOTHER year has run its round, xm. In Freedom's Hall again we're found-; All our dear friends that here we see, We greet with song and jubilee. 2 We here are met — a youthful band ; We're pledg'd in heart, we're join'd in hand ; With hopes elate, and minds as free, From ev'ry path of vice wc flee. 3 We seek for morals just and pure That will our future good ensure ; For virtue, temperance, and truth. To guard us from the sins df youth. 4 We look to God to keep and aid The resolutions we have made. To strengthen ev'ry youthful heart. And unto all his grace impart. H. M. For the Juvenile Temperance Jubilee. 1 ^^HEERILY, cheerily sound the joyful strain: x_y 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 tempera)ice cause. We who wish for righteous laws, We cold water girls and boys, We are here — we are here. JUVENILE TEMPERANCE HYMNS. 61 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. 5s. & 7s. 1 W ET him who may think M-d 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. 8s. & 7s. TO BE SUNG AT THE CONCLUSION Ol*' MEETINGS. 1 Wy EAVENLY Father .' give thy blessing, JBlJL While we now tliis meeting end ; On our minds each truth impressing, That may to thy glory tend. 6 62 JUVENILE TEMPERANCE HYMNS- 2 Save from all intoxication. From its fountains may we flee, When assail'd by strong temptation Put our trust alone in thee. 8s. <& 6s. THE COLD WATER ARMY. 1 "^R^TITH banner and with badge we come, ▼ V An ARMY true and strong. To fight against the hosts of Rum, And this shall be ou.r song : We love the clear Cold Water Springs, Supplied by gentle showers; We feel the strength cold water brings, — " The Victory is Ours." 2 " Cold Water Army," is our name, may we faithful be. And so in truth and justice claim, The blessings of the free. We love the clear, &c. 3 Though others love their rum and wine, And drink till they are mad, To Water we will still incline, To make us strong and giad. We love the clear, &c. 4 I pledge to thee this hand of m.ine. In faith and friendship strong ; And fellow soldiers we will join The chorus of our song : We love the clear Cold Water Springs, Supplied by gentle showers ; We feel the strength cold water brings, — " The Victory is Ours." ©DES AND SONGS FOR MEETQINGS AND FESTIVALS. 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 their way to eternity's shore ! Land of Columbia ! awake from thy slumbers, Awake, e'er thou fall to recover no more. Land of Columbia ! thy sons are enslaved, A tyrant infernal has bound them in chains ; Arise in thy might, let thy children be saved, Expel the dread foe from thy mountains and plains. Land of Columbia! thy sons are enslaved. Awake, e'er they sink where despair ever reigns. Land of Columbia ! the morning hath gleamed. The day-star of temp'rance ascendeth the skies ; Awake to the light that from heaven hath beamed, No more let the darkness o'ershadow thine eyes. Land of Columbia ! the morning hath gleamed, Now, hail its bright rays with soul-chsering cries. Land of Columbia ! awake to thy glory ! And let thy blest influence be felt the world o'er I 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 ! I and the foe shall oppress thee no morb. 64 ODES AND SONGS. 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 j On land and main, the glorione 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 triuiilph glorious ! G. ODES AND SONGS. BD SONG. THE INVOCATION. Air. — Gentle Zetella. TEMP'RANCE, 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 ip spires ; Oh ! make us whatever thy service requires. SONG. FRIENDS OF MAN AND FOES TO MADNESS. IRIENDS of man and foes to madness, Let your voices loudly sound. Speak ! behold a nations sadness : See you not the foe around ? •pi 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. ODES AND SONGS. Sister I snatch thy wretched brother From the spoiler's cruel grasp ; Ere another year — another Victim to their arms they clasp I 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 ? Natight to break this cruel thraldom ? Falter not ! we are undone ! Hatfield. NATIONAL ODE. COME, SONS OF COLUMBIA. ,>. ^^OME, sons of Columbia, while proudly and high, |f?V . ^^ Ever}'^ bosom with freedom and glory is swelling, ■fvl While our Eagle's bright eyrie's still built in the sky, And tyranny's death-song is heard in each dwelling, -i'ftUR Come, the bright chalice drain — and again and again, mM.-'.-' Let our pledge, and our toast, in a far sounding strain, 1F^ 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 the free gift of God, that o'er hill and vale dashes • ODES AND S0NG8- 67 The di'monds bright ray seems for ever at play On the full glancing cup — and the soul-breathing lay, Shall be praise of pure water,bright sparkling with glee The gift of our God — and the drink of the free. Miss C. H. Watermaa 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 i 68 9DES AND SONGS. 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,and the 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 fall 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. ODP.S AND SONGS. 69 THE SONG OF THE RIVER. S SPRING from the rock, from the mountain side. Sparkling pure and bright ; And 1 gather stren;;-th, as I rapidly glide From my birth-place into light. Richness I boar to land and tree, Beauty to iiill 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 liands, 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. SONG. ROGER WILLIAMS' SPRING. ^^OME sing the praise of rosy wine, 1^ Its sparkling color bright ; But in such songs with them to join We cannot take dehght. We have a rich and noble theme, Fit for a prince and king — 'Tis water, pure, and fresh, and good, From Roger Williams' spring. 70 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. SONG. FAREWELL TO THE CUP. FAREWELL to the cup — v/e have tarried too long, Where the juice of the grape adds its witch'ry to song, And the thoughts that flov/'d freely are sombre and duUv 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 SONGS. 71 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 I Return — ere the iron shall enter thy soul. And thy whole life beside be — a curse on the bowl. Alfred L. Smith. 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 tlie 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 : 72 ODES AND SONGS. For naught can soothe the woful weund, 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. SONG. I'VE THROWN THE BOWL ASIDE. I'VE 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 I 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 drunkai'd's haunt,— I've cast the bowl away I 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 ! Reraember'd by my friends or not,— I've cast the bowl away I ObES AND SONGS. 7^ 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 ! Amet. ODE. WATER !— OH ! WATER FOR ME, OH ! water for me — bright water for me ! Ar;,d wine for the tremulous debauchee I It cooletli the brow, it cooleth the brain, It maketh the faint one strong again ; It cornel o'er the sense like a breeze from the sea ^ All fres'nness, 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 mo, for me ! And wine for the tremulous debauchee ! JFill 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 ! 7 74 ODES AND SONGS. "When o'er the hills, like a gladsome brids, 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 gentlyj oh ! Sleep, fall thy poppies on me ! For I drink water, pure, cold and bright. And ray 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. Jolmson. 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 than 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 and tlie cymbals ring. Praise to Belshazzar, Belshazzar the King. A= ODES AND SONGS. 75 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. 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 ? I 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 ; 3e 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 drjnk did fa' ! 76 ODES AND SON08. 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 His past ? Then mine's the happiest, brightest home Ontemp'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' !" c SONG. THE STREAMLET'S MUSIC. RYSTAL 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, refin'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 ANB SONGS. 77 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. SONG. BE DAYS OF DRINKING WINE FORGOT. Air. — " Auld Lang Syne. BE days of drinking wine forgot ; 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 I 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." >?S QDES AND SONGS. 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 I 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 .' 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. ODE FOR THE FOURTH OF JULY. OUR COUNTRY'S BANNERS PLAY. OUR country's banners play, On this her natal day With every breeze ; Her happy millions throng. With joy, and feast and song, And gladness wakes aiopg Her farthest s .s : ODES AND SONQB. 79 But list, that wo-waked note I Its echoes onward float, Like tempest's sound : Of death — despair it tells I 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 ' SONG. LIFT NOT THE WINE-CUP. Look nvt 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 gf 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 : so 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 tomb. They have torn the live wreath from the brow of tii3 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. SONG FOR NEW YEAR. SONS OF FREEDOM, ALL REJOICE! "AIL ! The New Year Jubilee, Hail ! Our nation still is free I 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. Sons of freedom, all rejoice I 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 5 Moral evils wait around. And alarming they are found ; Rum's foul spirit leads the van, f Jim 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. ODE FOR THE FOURTH OF JULY ON THIS JOYOUS DAY. Air — " Star Spangled Banner. ^^ ON this joyous day, while the rmnon's lou,d 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, :32 ODES AND SONOS. 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 j 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. 83 NATIONAL ODE. Written on a couch of sickness, by J. S. Buckingham. HAIL! DAY OF JOY. HAIL ! day of joy ! whose fflad return Hears a united nation's voice — " In thoughts that breathe, and words that burnj" Bid millions of free hearts i-ejoice. «' V/ho 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-suifering 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 tlio land. 84 ODES AND SO^fflE. SONG. THE DRUNKARD'S GRAVE. I SAW a youtli 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. 1 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 I — he sleeps in the drunkard's grave. I saw an old man, wliose 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. SONG. THEY SAY THE GOBLET'S CROWNED WITH FLOWERS THEY say the goblet's crown'd with flowers, And round its brim do brightly shine, Like gems, remember'd joys and hours, The treasures of immortal wine. ODES AN1> SONGS. S5 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. ^HALL the bone and muscle heaven ^ 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. 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 I W. B. Tappa& 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. ojD£s and songs, 87 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 play, Ding, dong, bang away, &,c. 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. ODES AND SONGS. THE TEMPERANCE FIREMAN. BY A. BENSEIi. W^ 'HEN in the night The skies grow bright, With the flames of the poor man's dwelling. The Fireman springs. As the Hall Bell rings. The burning District telling, Hark ! the cry, Fire ! Fire ! As the flames rise higher, ' The gallant Firemen fly, At the sleep-dispelling cry, Fire ! Fire ! Fire ! Fire ! And we'll dash on water till the flames expire. See, — the last gleam Of the burning beam Dies, and the danger is over ; The fireman goes To his sweet repose, From his toil and fatigue to recover, Till the cry. Fire ! Fire I Shall again require The Fireman to fly At the sleep-dispelling cry ! Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire! And we'll dash on water till the flames expire. Thus in the height Of his drunken plight. If the tippler falls in the gutter. The Fireman kind. Who the pledge has sign'd, Plies him with good Cold Water ; He puts out Rum's fire. Drags him out of the mire. Nor leaves him there to die 'Neath the cold and stormy sky — On Rum's curst fire. He pours cold water till the flames expire. WASHINGTON SONGS. 89 Honor and Fame To the Fireman's name Who has join'd the Temperance banner ! We'll give him praise In our sweetest lays And our loudest shouts of hosannah ; For he fearless goes, 'Mid the wint'ry snows 1 And Summer's sultry heat, Rum and flames both to meet — Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire! And he'll dash on water till both Rum and flames ex- pire. SONGS FOR THE WASHINGTON TEMPERANCE SOCIETIES. HOPE FOR ALL. At a temperance meeting in New- York, while one of the reformed inebriates from Baltimore was relating his experi- ence an intoxicated man cried out with despairing tone, " Can any thing be done for me ?" He was answered in the language of kindness and encouragement, invited to sign the "pledge," and is now reformed, and publicly advo- cating the Temperance cause. — Olive Leaf. CAN any thing be done for thee ? Yes, brother, " look on us !" Robbed by Intemperance once were we, And fallen 'neath its curse. The " priest" for drunkards found r.o prayer, But turned away, and sighed ; The " Levite," with contemptuous air, " Passed by, the other side !" But while in filth and wounds we lay. Most low, of fallen man ! As sent by Heaven, there passed that way " The good Samaritan." 90 WASHIWGTOIf SONGS. He saw, and felt compassion move, At every loathsome wound ; And kindness poured its oil — and love Food, clothes, and shelter found. We live again ! and stand as me7i. To tell from whence we came ; To rescue such as we have been, In our Deliverer's name. Come then with us, and get thee good. Thank Heaven ! there's hope to-day ; Come, brother, we have tried the road. Our feet shall lead the way. We ask thee but this pledge to sign ! For now our eyes can see, That blessings richer far than wine^ It pledges back to thee. E. C. S SONG. WRITTEN FOR THE WASHINGTON TEMPERANCE SOCI' ETY, HARRISBURG, PA. AiR, — " Rosin the Bow." COME join in our Temperance army, And put on the Washington badge ; I'm sure that it never will harm you, To give in your names to the pledge ! We've done with our days of carousing. Our nightS too of frolicksome glee ; For now with our sober minds choosing. We've pledged ourselves never to spree I They call us old broken down topers; And they may say just what they will ; But once we were very good loafers, When our money went into their till ! WASHINGTON SONGS. 91 But we've broken the charm of their glasses. And mended the joys of our home ; Our wives and our little ones' faces Wear a gladness instead of a gloom. Our garments are sound now and decent ; Our pockets with money are lin'd ! Our friends, when they meet us, are pleasant, And even the Ladies look kind ! We've launch'd out a Cold Water Frigate, And call'd it the Temperance Ship ; And invite you to help us to rig it, And join in our te-total trip ! She's fully ensur'd in her cruising. From piracy, shipwreck, and fire ; x\nd you may be sure of not losing Your wages or character by her. Her crew are men honest and hearty ; Her cargo is plenty and peace ; Come join then our te-total party, And all your old sorrows will cease. We're bound for a haven of gladness, And all the world's joining our crew ; I'm sure then 'tis folly and madness. If you'll not embark with us too ! Hurrah for the Washington banner, That floats o'er our Temperance ship ! Come on then, ye Hearties, and man her, And take a long te-total trip ! ! WASHiJVGTOJV SONGS. DASH DOWN THE CUP. BY C. H. EATON. f^ASH dow7i the cup! — drink not the draught, J^ Whose baneful influence here, So oft hath chilled thy youthful pulse, And made existence fear. When the damp fingers of disease, Which genei-ated here, Were placed about thy fever'd brow. Where pity dropp'd a tear ; When censure, breathed from menial lips, Subdued thy haughty mind ; When pride was levelled to the dust, And fettered hopes were blind ; When the bright lamp of fame was dimm'< And flickering in its ray. When freinds forsook thee in that hour. What was thy soul's dismay ? Canst thou, who'st felt the agony Which that stern power can give. When pent within its cankered toils, Where guilt alone must live. Retrace thy path of misery. But to renew the pang. Which levelled round thy ruined shrine, Where erst sweet pseans rang ? Bind not with poison leaves thy brow. The festering wreath will be The gloomy emblem of thy fate, Of hell-fraught life to thee. WASHINGTON SONGS. 93 A HALLELUJAH. HALLELUJAH ! we sing to the Saviour of man. Whose smile has attended the abstinence plan. Whose blessing has sayed the drunkard from death. And brought him to walk in the temperance path. Hallelujah ! we sing for the mercies bcstow'd. In leading the wretches to peace and to God, And saving lost drunkards from ruin and woe. And making them blessings wherever they go. Hallelujah ! we sing, let God be adored, For dwellings of sorrow to comfort restored ; Where the drunkard once dwelt, the graces now reign, And the motto of each, and of all is abstain. Hallelujah ! we'll sing as the watchword we give, Hallelujah ! we'll sing so long as we. live. Hallelujah ! to Jesus, the Saviour of men ; — Hallelujah ! be sung by all who abstain. THE SAVING PLEDGE. BY J. C. SLOAT. NO more the sparkling glass invites, It hath no charm for me ; The spell that bound me with delight Is broken, and I'm free. It lur'd mc from my happy home, It fill'd my heart with woe ; It made me wretched and forlorn, A wanderer to and fro. A beam of light broke on my mind, Why was I thus distress'd ? What power on earth the will can bind ? By whom wa? i oppre^'^'J;' 94 WASHINGTON SONGS. Ay, now I see my deadly foe-^ His hideous form appears : He lurks within the pois'nous bowl, 'Mid sighs, and groans, and tears. The poison'd chalice to my lips Shall ne'er again be rais'd ; The Pledge I'll ever, keep, For by the Pledge I'm sav'd ! •Wi SONG OF THE WASHINGTONIANS. Tune.—" Hail to the Chief." " - .. PLEDGE for the chieftain immortal in story, Honor'd and bless'd be our Washington's name ; Sons of the sires whom his sword led to glory, The longer we flourish the broader his fame Pledge ev'ry hand and heart Pledge never more to part. True to the bond that unites us in one : Let every mother's son Shout for our Washington, " On, brothers, on, till the battle is done." Ours is no summer-pledge, gone with the fountains. That gush from the heart, while the tide-feeling flows : Firm shall it stand, as the rock seated mountains. Stainless our faith as the ever-white snows ; Widow and orphan child. Wailing in accents wild, Beckon us onward, and point to their woe; Let ev'ry Western glen, Ring to our shout again, On, brothers, on, till their tears cease to flow. Vainly our tyrants and tempters would chain us, Toiling like slaves, while they gather our sfail^j; WASHINGTON SONGS. 95 Vainly they'll seek by their poisons to tame us, Pledge-bound to freedom, we scorn their vile pains. Grog-shop, or grog-lwtel ! Where'er the bane they sell. In hovel or palace, the pest is the same; Vainly the sordid crew Long for ottr gold anew. Cursing our pledge as the cause of their shame. Warm glows the hearth, and the wife smiles beside it ; Night lacks her gloom and the winter his cold, 0, the sweet prattling babe — let the miser deride it: Mine be the hearth-stone, and his be the gold. ! that our noble cause — Health of our land and laws, !5'i Wide may prevail, till the curse is no more, Till prairie and land and glen. Send us their loud Amen, God bless our country from centre to shore. Western Morning Star. WHAT WILL I DRINK. WHAT will I drink ?" Not that which burns The body, and to madness turns The mind, and bids for e'er depart The kind emotions of the heart ! " What \yill I drink ?" Not that which bears Beneath its surface woman's tears. And penury, and years of pain, And restless nights, and fev'rish brain " What will I drink ?" Why, to me bring The crystal water from the spring — The liquid that the earth gives up To fill the thirsty drinker's cup. VVaehingtca CompiJei-. 9G WASHINGTON SONGS. AN INVITATION TO TE-TOTALISM. DELAY not, delay not — drunkard draw near, The pure crystal skeam is now flowing for thee ; No price is demanded— it runs cool and clear ; To thee it is ofler'd, for thee i**s free. Delay not an hour — why longer abuse Thy mental and physical powers with wine ? The fountain is open — canst thou refuse, When Ijealth bids thee wfekoine, to bow at her shrine : Delay not a moment — for near is the day In which the steeled rum-seller's business wi On the health and the pockets of tipplers to p Or to rob wives and children of comfort and j^; Delay not, delay not— thy tremulous frame Will, if longer abus'd, fill a suicide's grave : Be a man — leave behind thee a virtuous fame — Embrace Total Abstinence — nought else will save ! Organ. TEMPERANCir SONG. Tune. — " School Master."' RAISE your banner high in air, Write Cold Water — write it there ; Let its folds be wide unfurl'd, Let it float o'er all the world — Temperance banner — raise it high. Let it wave against the sky ! March, Reformers, march ye on, Soon the battle will be won ; Soon the last poor, staggering soul. Will have turned — or found his goal : Press, Reformers, press ye on - Cease not, till the battle's won ! WASHINGTON SONGS. 97 See, yon star is rising high ; Hope is beading from the sky ; See, yon rainbow bending o'er Ireland's lately deluged shore ; See, her star is rising high — Hope is ben4ing from the sky ! Raise your banner, raise it high ; Let it float against the sky ; Let the wdi^-adoring see, Temperance — ^Truth — and Liberty- Temperance banner, raise it high ; Let it float' 'against the sky ! ^ t^^ "WE WILL BE FflEE.l ON to the conflict, Ireemen on ! The conquest sha^be ^urs ; The victory will soon be won, Though now the battle lowers. The monat^RuM, must now be slain ; His mi^|ij§' host shall fly ; No longer will we wear his chain ; We'll conquer or ^ve'll die. We've served his purpose far too long, We've long enough been slaves ; What though his fetters may be strong, They shall not bind our graves. We'll rally 'round our Freedom's flag And swear, ' We will be free ;' The monster from his throne we'll drag And make his minions flee. We will not sell ourselves for gold, Much less will we for drink • The half of slavery is untold. If still the slave can think. ^ WASHINGTON SONGS. Then to the conflict, Freemen, on Our foes — behold ! they flee ! The victory will sooh be won ; We shall, we shall be free ! THE WATER KING. BY HODG^i^^D, ESQ. Tune. — " Auld Lang Syne." WE'RE soldiers of the Water-King, His laws we will obey ; Virtue and health are his reward — We want no better pay. \ Then, let us sing the Water-King, Good soldiers, one and all — Our banners to the breeze we'll fling, And down with alcohol. We boast no sword or glittering spear ; Ours is a bloodless crown — A purer, brighter, fairer thing Than conquerors ever won. Then, let us sing, &,c. Our strength is in the living spring — And long as waters run, " Or grass grows green, we're pledged to keep Our Temperance armor on. Then, let us sing, &c. What though the Fire King mocks our hosts, As great Goliath did, We've temperance Davids in our ranks, Who'll bring away his head. Then, let us sing, &c- WASHINGTON SONGS. 9§ SONG OF JOHN HAWKINS AND HIS COMRADES. BY WM. B. TAPPAN. HURRAH ! hurrah ! we've burst the chain : O God ! how long it bound us ! We run ! we leap ! O God, again Thy light, thy air surround us. From midnight's dungeon-depth's brought out. We hail hope's rising star ; Ho, comrades, give the stirring shout. Hurrah ! hurrah ! hurrah ! The world has kissed the tyrant's throne, The Beast ! the Man of Sin ! " Legion ! " " Apollyon !" better known As Brandy, Beer, or Gin ! Rouse up at Reason's clarion cry, We go to holy war. To slay the dragon, or to die 7 Hurrah ! hurrah ! hurrah ! Hurrah ! hurrah ! there's joy within, Where all before was woe, And sunk is passion's dreadful din. And crushed for aye's the foe. Yet one charge more in glorious strife, Stout hearts ! to end the war ; 'Tis done — our spoils ! the babes ! the wife ! Hurrah ! hurrah ! hurrah ! PART II. Debased by drink, we'd lost the sign Of manhood, God imprest. The open face, the look divine — To show what He had blest. 1 00 WASHINGTON SONGS. Behold ! erect ! with honest broWj Restored to Nature's law — We're men ! we're men ! heaven knows us 7iow Hurrah ! hurrah ! hurrah I Of ten men cleansed did one return To bless the healing hour ? All of our rescued thousands burn To praise redeeming power. Come .' bless God now ! and what for us He's done — so reads the law — We'll eo for others ! and the curse Root out — hurrah ! hurrah ! % Tom Moore may drug the golden cup. With costly pearls that shine Bright as his face ! and drink them up Dissolved in rosy wine ; — In undiluted streams we dip Our crystal glasses — nor Refuse the pledge will Woman's lip — Hurrah ! hurrah ! hurrah I Hurrah ! hurrah ! hurrah ! O God ! how long it bound us ! We run ! we leap ! O God, again Thy light, thy air surround us. From midnight's dungeon-depths brought out. We hail hope's rising star ; Ho, comrades ! give the stirring shout. Hurrah ! hurrah ! hurrah ! Western Morning Star. THE REFORMED DRUNKARD'S HOME. WHAT pilgrim, who in distant climes Hath oft been used to roam, Can e'er forget the happy thrill With which he greets his home ? WASHINGTON SONGS. 101 Home ! — there is magic in that word — There's music in its tone — What memories it conjures up To cheer us when alone ! My home was oft deserted, And thorns and briars threw, A blight upon the fairest flowers That in my garden grew. My gentle wife, whom not a breeze Had rudely touched before. Soon lost the beauty and the grace She once so sweetly wore. The prattlers who, in thoughtless sporty Once climbed upon my knee. Would tremble as their glistening eye Fell anxiously on me. Light never cheered my gloomy heart, Save when the maddening bowl Flashed with its lurid lightning On my benighted soul. But now I've dashed the poisoned cup Forever from my lips. — And now I drink as pure a stream As fabled goddess sips. Hope glimmers through the parting clouds. And ere my course is run, The bow of promise fondly smiles Around life's setting sun. Home once again, hath found the charms It always used to wear — And when the earth looks desolate I turn for comfort there. In this Bethesda pool of love I bathe my griefs away, And see an angel present there, Returning day by day 102 WASHINGTON SONGS. DEFENCE OF FORT TEMPERANCE. BY F. H. ORNE. AiK. — " Star Spangled Ba7inei\" OH ! say, can you see, on this bright dawing day, What so proudly we hail, all these efforts so cheer- ing The demon Intemp'rance we're driving away. And a happier dawn to mankind is appearing The vict'ry we'll gain O'er the foe that has slain As millions who now in the grave low are lain ; Then success to our cause ! may it spread far and wide, With an impulse as endless as Time's rolling tide ! Already recede from the force of our arms, The savage, the ruthless, the death-dealing foe , Confusion, defeat, and a host of alarms, Attend and pursue them wherever they go. Then on to the fight ! Ere the sun sets to-night, We all shall have cause to exult in our might, Then success to our cause ! may it spread far and wide, With an impulse as endless as Time's rolling tide ! Pursue them with sword, and pursue them with fire, Lay upon the foul fiends and show them no quarter ; We will make of their remnants a vast funeral pyre That shall light the whole earth, from the field of their slaughter. No trace will we have For mankind to receive Of what has caused thousands of thousands to grieve, Then success to our cause ! may it spread far and wide, With an impulse as endless as Time's rolling tide ! WASHINGTON SONGS. 103 PARODY ON THE STAR SPANGLED BANNER. OH, say can you see, by the " signs of the times," That men are reforming, themselves setting free From all that destroys their bodies and minds, Resolving to plant a new Liberty tree. Their condition no more They lament and deplore. Their bondage is broken, Their thraldom is o'er ; For the Temperance Banner In triumph doth wave O'er the heads of the rescued, Pree sons of the*brave. la the past plainly seen thro' the midst of their tears. Is the sorrow and anguish and pain they have suffered. The sad loss of all that to manhood is dear — The time when no kindness or sympathy offered ! But the trial is past, Though long it did last. And their chains and their bondage Far from them they've cast ; And the Temperance Banner In triumph shall wave O'er the heads of the rescued, Free sons of the brave. PART II. Oh, where is the promise that alcohol gave, To place its poor slave above sorrow and anguish ; Of all his false hopes, not one now remains, And his many fair dreams, all, all, are now banished* His promise was air, And false was as fair. And again them to offer He never will dare. '■;■ <• ^ 104 WASHINGTON SONGS. While the Temperance Banner In triumph doth wave, O'er the Jieads of the rescued, Free sons of the brave. Thus be it ever, while the reform'd shall stand, Between his dread foe and his heart's desolation ; Thus happy and free may the now rescued band Bless the power that brought them again to their statioQ And conquer we must, For our cause is most just ; And this be our motto — In God let us trust ; And the Temperance Banner For ever \\ill ware O'er the heads of the free, And the home of the brave. '*tN w. '$.. t ,■'•«'' ■^' THE REFORMED DRUNKARD'S SONd OR > REMEMBRANCE. BY CHARLES W. DENNISON, Am.—" Oft in ffie Stilly JVight." WHEN I remember no^f ' , The chains that I havt broken, I would renew my vow, ' And take afresh my tolse.n ; I feel like one, v'"" Whose pledge begun, Shall never be fc^saken ; With heart and hand At God's command, The Temperance vow I've taken. When I remember all My old companions jolly; I feel I've burst my thrall. My bonds of guilt and folly ; WASIIINGTON SONGS. lUi No more, at night, To swear and fight, Am I the slave of drinking ; Eut free once more. From chains so sore, I shall keep free, I'm thinking. TE-TOTALER'S EATTLE SONG. BY A. J. LOKD. TuiVE.— " Bay of Biscay OP' Lp ! The Temperance Banner floating Free o'er our gallant band ! Hark ! the Temjierance Legion shouting Victor}' thro' the land ! On ! to the battle oiT! Strike the fell ixiOAigter down ! Fight ! light ! fight ! ■ Day and night ■ 'Gainst the tyrant Alcohol ! The Temperance cause is gloriouSj And still is gaining ground ; 'Tis spreading all victorious To earth's remotest bound. On! to the battle on! Strike the fell monster down ! And fight! fight! Day and night 'Gainst the tyrant Alcohol ! We'll give no truce nor quarter. But force the battle on ; And still we'll cry "Cold Water," Until the victory's won. On ! to the battle field. Grasp banner, sword and shield, And fight ! fight ! Dav and night 'Gainst the t^Tanf; Aicoiioi ! f 106 WASHINGTON SONGS. GRANT OF OUR CREATOR. BY the grant, of our Creator, Earth and sea with bounty stor'd : All was subject to our nature — Man was made Creation's Lord. Shall this order be invaded, • Man, the immortal living soul — From his station be degraded, Made the slave of AlCohol. Rise ye victims, seize our motto ! To our ranks determined run ; Mind should rule it — always ought to Say, " I will, and it is done." Washingtonians to the rescue, Let your pity still abide. While a neighbor's groans address you— Pass not on the other side. Wield your armor, bright and ample, Hand and hand divest of guile ; Reason, facts, a bright example — Victory waits to crown your toil. Lo ! your works shall be rewarded, Thousands who the blessings share ; High shall see your deeds recorded With the sacred name you bear. Washington Jan. o WASHINGTON SONGS. 107 THE GLEE SONG. Tune — " Cheer up my lively lads. H what has made the grog men sigh, And sadly hang their heads, sir ; Tiieir customers no more will buy, And alcohol is dead, sir. Then cheer up, my lively lads, xin spite of all rum's powers \ Cheer up my lively lads. The vict'ry'U soon be ours. They say that every dog's his day. And they theirs have had, sir, 1 guess the sun forgot to pay His visit to their side, sir, Then cheer up, my lively lads, &c. But now I think we'll take our turn, As they have made us blue, sir ; Their Brandy, Rum, and Gin we'll burn, And see if that won't do, sir. Then cheer up, ray lively lads, &c. Hurrah, my lads, we're coming on, They're shaking now with fear, sir. The rum heads now" most all are gone. They'll soon have none to lose, sir. Then cheer up, my lively lads, &,c We're building forts around the town. And guns we have enough, sir, We'll batter all the rum holes down. And see if that won't do, sir. Then cheer up, my lively lads, &c. The ladies all will to a man, Turn out to help us too, sir. And every one do all she can, To help the cause quite through, sir. Then cheer up my lively lads, &c. iCHg * WASHINGTON SONG5. REJOICE. Air — The Miilenium Hymn. REJOICE, Rejoice, the Temperance cause advancesj Rejoice, Rejoice, its advocates arc here; The old, the young, all join in one, To aid the causa of Temp'rance on : Rejoice, Rejoice, the Temp'rance cause advances. Rejoice, Rejoice, its advocates are here : Our cause is good and object pure, Our ranks increasinoj more and more — We soon shall banish from our land The Tyrant with his motley band : Rejoice, Rejoice, the Temp'rance cause advances, Rejoice, Rejoice, Rejoice, its advocates are here. Rejoice, Rejoice, our number fast increases, Rejoice, Rejoice, the victory is ours ; We in the distance now can see Thousands, who say they will be free : Rejoice, Rejoice, our cause is still advancing. Rejoice, Rejoice, the enemy will flee : Let us our efforts still increase. And never in our labours cease — The victory we'll surely gain, For see the many in our train : Rejoice, Rejoice, our number fast increases,- Rejoice, Rejoice, Rejoice, the victory is purs. •- Rejoice, Rejoice, the Temp'rance bann^s t^aving. Rejoice, Rejoice, the ladies they have come — They've sign'd the pledge of liberty, And joyful shout — " we're free ! we're free !'^ Rejoice, Rejoice, for more will soon be coming. Rejoice, Rejoice, our cause is gaining ground; Who next will in our ranks enlist. And thus the monster firm resist '? (Union is strength) then lend your aid. And soon we'll boast new vict'ries made : Rejoice, Rejoice, the Temp'rance banner's waving, Rejoice, Rejoice, Rejoice, 'tis spreading o'er the world. WASHINGTON SONGS. 109 THE SONG OF THE REDEEMED. WE come ! we come ! that have been held, In burning chains so long; We're up ! and on we come, a host Full fifty thousand strong. The chains we've snapped, that held us round The wine-vat and the still — Snapped by a blow — nay, by a word, That mighty word, I will! We come from Belial's palaces, The tippling-shop and bar ; And, as we march, those gates of hell Feel their foundations jar. The very ground that oft has held. All night, our throbbing head. Knows that we're up — no more to fall, And trembles at our tread. From dirty den, from gutter foul, From watch-house and from prison, Where they who gave the poisonous glass. Had thrown us, have we risen ; From garret high have hurried down. From cellar stived and damp Come up ; till alley, lane, and street Echo our earthquake tramp. To God be thanks who pours us out Cold water from his hills. In crystal springs and babbling brooks, In lakes and sparkling rills ! From these to quench our thirst we come, With freemen's shout and song, A host akeady numbering more Than fifty thousand strong. PierponT. 10 110 WASHINGTON SONGS. AWAY THE BOWL. Air. — Away to School. OUR youthful hearts with temperance burn, Away, away the bowl, From dram shops all our steps we turn, Away, away the bowl. Farewell to rum and all its harms. Farewell the wine cup's boasted charms, Away the bowl, away the bowl, Away, away the bowl. See how that staggering drunkard reels. Away, away the bowl, Alas the misery he reveals. Away, away the bowl. His children grieve, his wife's in tears, How sad his once bright home appears, Away the bowl, away the bowl, Away, away the bowl. We drink no more, nor buy nor sell, Away, away the bowl, The drunkard's offers we repel. Away, away the bowl. United in a temperance band, We're join'd in heart, we're join'd in hand; Away the bowl, away the bowl, Away, away the bowl. SPARKLING AND BRIGHT. SPARKLING and bright in its liquid light, Is the water in our glasses ; 'Twill give you health, 'twill give you wealth Ye lads and rosy lasses ! WASHINGTON SONGS. Ill Chorus. O then resign your ruby wine, Each smiling son and daughter, There's nothing so good for the youthful bloodj, Or sweet as the sparkling water. Better than gold is the water cold From the crystal fountains flowing ; A calm delight both day and night To happy homes bestowing. Chorus. then resign, &c. Sorrow has fled from the heart that bled Of the weeping wife and mother ; They've given up the poisoned cup, Son, husband, daughter, brother, Chorus. O then resign, &c. COME TO THE TEMPERANCE HALL. COME to the Temperance Hall, The Pledge of Freedom sign — Come, banish Alcohol, Rum, brandy, beer, and wine. From the dens of drunken mirth. The dark abodes of rum. Where sorrow has its birth. Come forth ye rummers, come. Come to the Temperance Hall, The pledge of Freedom sign — Come, banish Alcohol, Rum, brandy, beer, and wine. Ye that the brandy red, Are mighty to consflme, Come I let it ne'er be said Ye fear the Temp'rance room. Come, &c. 112 WASHINGTON SONGS. Ye beer-ers leave your beer, Brightly although it foam — To the water cold and clear, Ye red-faced beer-ers, come. Come, &c. Ye boys who quaff the wine With faces all in bloom, March up in goodly line — Room for the wine-boys, room, Come, &c Come one, come all, and flee The drunkard's dreadful doom ; Awake, arise, be free — To health, wealth, honor, come ! Come, &c. TEMPERANCE ODE. BY A TE-TOTALLER OF HUDSON. Air — Auld Lang Syne. COME^&I^Mis and brethren, all unite In soMs^ hearty cheer. Our cause speeds onward in its might. Away with doubt and fear. Chorus. We give the pledge, we join the hand, Resolved on Victory; We are a bold determined band, We strike for Liberty. Our wives — our children we'll defend ; Their groans and tears, no more Shall with the maddening liquor blend : Down with the Tyrant's power. We give the pledge, we join the hand, &c. WASHINGTON SONGS. 113 The cup of death no more we take That cup no more we give, It makes the head — the bosom ache, Ah, who can drink and live 1 We give the pledge, we joia the hand, &c. Henceforth we one and all proclaim. Eternal war with Rum ; This is our pledge, " IVe drink no more" Come join us, Brothers, come. We give the pledge, we join the hand, &c. THE RUMSELLER'S LAMENT. Air — " O, dear what can the matter be ?" OH dear, what can the matter be ? Dear, dear, what can the matter be 1 dear, what can the matter be '\ What shall I do with my Rum ? The Washington boys are playing the dickens, The night of confusion around me now thickens. Unless the rum business with some of us quickens. We'll all have to cut with our Rum. Oh dear, &c. 1 used to get rich through the toilii^g mechanic, Who spent all his earnings in pleasures Satanic, But now, I confess, I'm in a great panic, Because I can sell no more Rum. Oh dear, &c. My customers once to my bar-room were flocking, Some without coat, or a shoe, or a stocking, But now I declare it is really shocking, I cannot dispose of my Rum. Oh dear, &c. I once cloth'd in satin my wife and my daughter. But now they wear calico ! what is the matter ? They give up my Rum for the sake of Cold Water: Oh what shall I do with my Rum 1 Oh dear, &c. SAIIiOR'S S SONG. THE TEMPERANCE SHIt. PEED, speed the temperance ship ! 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.' 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. SONG. . THE SEAMAN'S LAY. Air. — 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 sharp and quick, 'Tis soon he'll flag and tire ; And then so hot, he'd eat Old Nick, Or set the sea on fire ! And though you heai- him brag full oft He bangs the other hollow, 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 I Temperance is a seaman bold As ever trod the deck ; And oft, when seas like mountain's roU'd, Has saved the ship from wreck : And when there rolls that mountain-sea, All threatening to o'erwhelm. White breakers thundering on the lee, Let Temperance take the helm. 116 sailor's temperance songs. 'Tis he can put the ship about — •' Ho J 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. SONG. RULE, TEMPERANCE, RULE. TEMPERANCE, with pinions widely spread, Flies througli the world at heaven's command; And blessings bj' her influence shed , Charter her rule in every land. Rule, temperance, rule — true temperance, rule the age, And stamp an era bright on 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 %imperance, 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, rule the age, And stamp an era bright on history's page. sailor's temperance songs. 117 SONG, oil 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 studded 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 lieavenly 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. Denisoa. SONG. THE TEMPERANCE CREW. Air. — " The Bold Buccaneer. LUFF 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. 118 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 I 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 rougfe 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 Js the trust of a Temperance creio, \ 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 huzza 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. Page. A Beacon has been lighted — Romaine 37 All ye who laugh and sport with death 17 And are ye sure the news is true 75 Another year has run its round 60 Away from the revel — Muhlenberg 55 Be days of drinking wine forgot — Auld Lang Syne- ... 77 Be with me, Lord, throughout this day 59 Belshazzar i\ king — Shout the glad tidings 74 Blow the temp'rance trumpet, blow 27 By the grant of our Creator 106 Can any thing be done for thee 89 Can we forget the gloomy time — Auld Lang Syne 47 Cheerily, cheerily sound the joyful strain 60 Children who have rallied now — Wallace 55 Come, behold the drunkard dying — Welsh Melody 54 Come, sons of Columbia, while proudly and high 66 Come, ye messengers of mercy — Littleton 34 Come friends, and brethren, all unite 112 Come join in our temperance army 90 Come to the temperance hall Ill Crystal streamlet ! gently flowing — Sicilian Hymn- • • • 76 Dash to the floor that bowl — Sebastian Bach, H.M. . . 51 Dash down the cup ! drink not the draught 92 Daughter of nations ! awake from thy slumb's i Daughter 2Q Daughter of Zion ! awake from thy slumbers \ of Zion 54 Delay not, delay not, O drunkard draw near 96 Farewell to the cup ! we have tarried too long — Scotland 70 Friends of man and foes to madness — Wilmot 65 Friends of freedom, swell the song— Wallace 40 Go, self-polluted loathsome wretch— iWie/ody • 11 120 TABLE OF FIRST LINES. page. Hail, day of joy ! — Star of Bethlehem 93 Hail, temp'rance ! fair celestial ray 21 Hail! the New Year Jubilee 80 Hallelujah we sing to the Saviour of men 93 Hand me the bowl ! ye jovial band 7 Hark ! hark ye ! O listen — St. Denis 5 Heavenly Father ! give thy blessing — Sicily 61 Help us to feel for drunken man 8 He was a virtuous youth — Boylton 58 Hosannas, Lord, to thee we sing 39 How bright the page where every thought 35 How dear to my heart are the days of my childhood. . . 68 How long, God, how long 9 How long shall virtue languish — Romaine 39 Hurrah ! Hurrah ! we've burst the chain 99 If one bright spot there is on earth 71 I heard a voice from heaven 23 Intemp'rance, like a raging flood 6 Intemp'rance rears its sinful towers — Newcourt 49 I saw a youth in his father's hall 84 I spring from the rock, from mountain side . . . .' 69 I've thrown the bowl aside 72 Land of Columbia ! awake — Daughter of Zion 63 Let him who may think — Bethlehem 61 Let Temperance and her sons rejoice — Sterling 38 List, shipmates, to a seaman's lay 115 Long and gloomy was the night — PleyePs Hymn 24 Lord of heaven and earth, assist us — Siberia 34 Lo ! The Temperance Banner floating 105 Lo ! Zion droops in vain — in vain 23 Luff up boys ; clew up and furl every sail 117 Mid sorrows and sadness — Home, sweet home 13 Mournful and sad upon my ear — Ballermo 14 No more the sparkling glass invites 93 O'er Arabia's dreary sands 30 Oh ! soft sleep the hills in their sunny repose — Scotland 79 Oh dear, what can the matter be 113 Oh, is there not now any fireman's song 87 Oh, shun the bowl— Stor of Bethlehem 50 Oh, shun the bowl, when rich delight 48 Oh, touch it not, for deep within 53 Oh, turn from the Avine-glass away 62 Oh, say can you see by the signs of the times • • 102 Oh, say can you see, on this bright dawning day 102 TABLE OF FIRST LINES. 12| Page. Oh, what has made the grog men sigh 19? Oh, wild is the path of the son of the sea 117 Oh, water for me, bright water for me — Bonny Boon, Scotch air 73 Only this once, the wine-cup glowed — Hamburg 10 On, temp'rance on ! speed On blest power 67 On this joj'ous day, while the cannon's loud voice" •• SI On this glad day, O God, we would 38 Onto the conflict, freemen, on 97 Onward ! onward ! all victorious — Grenville 43 Onward! onward! band victorious — Westborough- "' 33 O, 'tis a joyful sound to hear — Mead 29 O that the Lord would hear 34 O, thou source of ills unnumbered — Middleton 19 Our youthful hearts with temp'rance burn 110 Our country's banners play — Bermondsey 78 Parent of the great creation — Middleton 32 Pledg'd in a noble cause 26 Pledge for the chieftain immortal in story 94 Praise to the Lord on high — Weymouth 41 Prepare for the battle, attend to the sound 86 Raise your banner high in air 2& Rejoice, Rejoice, the temperance cause advances 108 Rise and shine through every nation — Oliphant 32 Round the temp'rance standard rally — Zion 25 Shall the bone and muscle human 85 Some sing the praise of rosy wine 69 Son of sorrow ! son of sorrow — Mount Vernon 16 Sons and daughters of the pilgrims — Zion 23 Source of being ! Holy Father 30 Speed , speed the temperance ship 114 Stay, mortal, stay ! nor heedless thus — Ballermo 51 Stop, poor sinners, stop and think 15, Stretch'd on a heap of straw, his bed 8 Temp'rance, mild blessing, goddess serene 65 Temp'rance, tell the listening world — Watchman, tell us of the night 45 Temp'rance, with pinions widely spread 116 That wine cup ! touch it not 46 The blessings of the bounteous God 29 The drink that's in the drunkard's bowl 56 The Pledge! the Pledge ! the mighty rock 28 The temp'rance trumpet blow 22 There's a blessing on the wing ,.••■• 19 J22 TABLE OF FIRST LINES. Page. There was a time, these was a time 18 There sprang a tree of deadly name — Luther's Hymn . 24 They say the goblet's crowned with flowers 84 This day, O God, thy blessed hand 31 Though sore beset with guilt and fear 20 Though Avretchedness unending 48 Thou liquid fire! like that which glow'd 12 Through all the various passing scenes 17 Throughout Columbia's borders 64 Thy gracious aid, O God, impart 56 United in a peaceful band 57 Watchman, tell us of the night 27 We praise thee, Lord, if but one soul 42 We're soldiers of the Water King 98 We've heard that round the wine-cup's brim , 58 We come, we come, that have been held 109 What pilgrim who in distant climes 100 What will I drink ? Not that which burns 95 When I remember now 104 When in the night,-. . .**^^. 88 When God poured out perfection first When we think of chill starvation — Mount Vernoi. ... 11 Who are the brave, if they were not J.,.,. 78 With barifier and with badge we come Ye captives once to sin and shame / 15 ^ 1/ s- ^^ a* J^