Title: The Temperance Songster; a Collection of Songs and Hymns for All Temperance Societies.
Author: Nathaniel Saunders
Publisher: Handy & Higgins
Date: 1867

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Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1867, by H ANDY & H IGGINS, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of Rhode Island.

Temperance Songster
Songs and Hymns


With Knowles, Anthony & Co.

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3 Tune-- Star of Peace.

F ATHER Thou art great and holy,
Hear us when we bend the knee,
Make us humble, meek, and lowly,
Guide us to Thee.
Saints and angels fall before Thee,
Where the soul is ever free,
Humbly still we would adore Thee, Guide, &c.
Temperance may we love and treasure,
And from every evil flee,
Fill our hearts with holy pleasure, Guide, &c.
By Thy love and power defended,
May we ever faithful be,
And when life's short day is ended, &c.

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8 Tune-- To us a child of hope.

F ATHER, in every work of love
No danger need I fear;
Thou wilt Thy gracious aid afford,
For Thou art ever near.
Then may I gladly labour still,
The temperance cause to spread,
Since Thou hast Thine approval shown,
In blessings freely shed.
Teach me to follow and desire
Whate'er Thou dost approve,
And help a weaker brother on,
In ways of truth and love.
Oh may Thy peaceful reign begin,
Thine utmost will be done,
Till all the nations of the earth
Thy majesty shall own.

10 Tune-- I'm a little pilgrim.

I' M a young abstainer, and I'm glad to say
The good cause of temperance prospers every day.
Some may deem it foolish that I should engage

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In the cause of temperance at an early age;
But we must remember seeds of ill are sown
Often in our childhood, bringing sorrow on.
Let me then endeavour, while I journey here,
In all ways of goodness still to persevere.
I'm a young abstainer, and I'm glad to say,
Friends of truth and temperance soon shall win the day.

13 Tune-- Rosalie the prairie flower.

W ATER as it gushes through the leafy vale,
In the streamlet gliding o'er the dale;
Water as it gushes through the leafy vale,
Water is the drink for me.

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Take away the wine cup, take away the beer,
Water, give me water, fresh and clear;
Take away the wine cup, take away the beer,
Water is the drink for me.
Water, it yieldeth vigor and health;
Water's a mine of riches and wealth;
Friend of all creation, bounteous and free,
Water is the drink for me.
Water, as it dances on the pebbly strand,
In the summer sunshine looking grand;
Water, as it dances on the pebbly strand,
Water is the drink for me.
Take away, &c.
In the cause of temperance let us all abide;
Let its banners wave on every side;
Spread the cause of temperance, spread it far and wide;
Aid the work of truth and love.
Take away, &c.

15 Tune-- Auld Lang Syne.

T HE merry birds in wood and grove,
They sing a temperance lay;

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And water makes the richest flowers
So beautiful and gay.
Then, like the birds in wood and grove,
And flowers so rich and gay,
I'll drink of water from the spring,
And sing a temperance lay.
The river, as it flows along,
Is from the streamlet fed;
And little drops may still increase
Until the drunkard's made.
Then, like, &c.
Though wine be honored at the feast,
Cold water is a friend
That comes to cheer and welcome us,
And help us to the end.
Then, like, &c.
For every joy that water gives
I would be thankful still,
And help the cause of Abstinence
With all my heart and will.
Then, like, &c.
For God that made the birds and flowers,
So beautiful and gay,
Ne'er made the drink that spreads around
Sorrow and pain alway.
Then, like, &c.

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17 Tune-- When, His salvation bringing.

U NFURL the bloodless banner, and wave it in the breeze,
Exulting shout Hosanna to Him who rules the seas;
Our armies are progressing through all our native land,
And cheered by heavenly blessing we still maintain our stand.
We make no bloody slaughter, we cause no widow's tears;
We wound no son or daughter, but heal the grief of years;
Our path is full of pleasure, our progress joy and peace,
We magnify our treasure, and sacred health increase.
Come then ye friends of Zion, ye lovers of our land,
To chase the roaring lion assist our noble band;
Oh, stand aloof no longer, no coward fears allow,
To make our army stronger come forth and join us now.

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20 Tune-- A little ship was on the sea.

I STOOD beside a mountain stream,
And thought I heard it say,--
I am the friend of young and old
Through every passing day.
I roam the sky in darkest clouds,
I fall in drops of rain;
And make the flowers look up with joy,
From many a thirsty plain.
The sons of labour seek my aid
In every useful art,
And in the works of might and skill
I bear a friendly part.
I sweep along in rivers wide,
I sport in fountains grand,
And on my glassy bosom ride
The ships of every land.
I fill with pleasure and delight
The birds on many a tree,
The cattle on a thousand hills,
The fishes in the sea.
Then come, ye children, one and all,
With cheerful heart and mind,
Receive a pleasure from the stream
So bountiful and kind.

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22 Tune-- Our Hielandmen--Ye banks and braes.

A BETTER time would soon appear,
If all who now drink wine and beer,
Would join with us the temperance band,
To spread the cause through all the land.
Then away! away from beer and wine,
Our drink is water when we dine;
For water, as it flows along,
Is the safest drink for old and young.
What pleasure would the drunkard gain,
Were he from drinking to abstain!
Oh let us help him while we may,
And lead him in a better way. Then, &c.
From wine and beer how often come
A starving child, a cheerless home,
A mother sinking to her grave,
And a thoughtless father none could save? Then, &c.
Let young and old at once begin
To shun whate'er may lead to sin,
And let us all unite in one,
To help the cause of temperance on. Then, &c.

24 Tune-- I'll away to the Sabbath School.

W HEN I wish to roam far away from home,
There's a friend that's ever near,

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Water pure and bright filled with crystal light,
Ever sparkling ever clear.
And I'll sing this merry song,
Water as it flows along,
Is the drink for old and young,
Every day, every day;
I will love it still; I will love it still;
'Tis a friend so kind and dear.
How I love to stray in the woods away,
When the flowers in bloom appear;
How I love to look at the silvery brook
Flowing by so fresh and clear. And I'll sing, &c.
I will not refuse, but will always use
Water bright and water clear:
It will pleasure gain, and will health obtain
Every day and every year. And I'll sing, &c.
In the temperance band I will firmly stand
Every day and every year;
In the work of love I will faithful prove,
Spreading temperance far and near! And I'll, &c.

26 Tune-- There is a happy land.

C OME join the temperance cause, come, come away,
Learn all a Father's laws e'en while you may,
For when the world began, water was the drink of man,
The noble temperance plan, come sign to-day.

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Bright soon shall be our land, banners shall fly,
And homes shall all be grand, God shall be nigh,
Oh then all evil shun, every daughter, every son,
Be heavenly treasure won, looking on high.
Speed now the glorious time not far away,
When truth o'er every clime shall shed its ray;
And let us sweetly sing praises to our heavenly King,
For He will surely bring the happy day.

28 Tune-- Bay of Biscay.

A WAY ! away for ever! from brandy, beer, and wine,
For often do they sever the ties that are divine;
On water's merry friends the victory now depends;
Bring the day! joyful day!
Merry, merry friends of water, O!
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Though every joy is failing, and every earthly store!
His children and his wife share anguish, pain, and strife.
Bring the day, &c.
But wait a little longer, the drunkard yet shall stand
In mind and body stronger, and swell the temperance band,
What pleasure then shall come to every drunkard's home,
Bring the day, &c.

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31 Tune-- Evan.

T HOUSANDS that fill a drunkard's grave
To us a warning tell,
For years they lived a sinful life,
Nor thought of death or hell.
Once they were children young as we,
And loved God's holy Word,
And sung in many a Sabbath school
The praises of the Lord.
But ere their youthful days were past
They learned the drunkard's way,
For they were never taught to shun
The drink that leads astray.
We thank Thee, Lord, that Bands of Hope
Are rising all around,
That children now may tread the road
Where purest joys abound.
Oh may we love the Band of Hope,
And may it ever be
The hope of freedom and the world,
Leading the soul to Thee.

33 Tune-- The Rhine wine.

F ORTH from the mountain side still flows
The bright and sparkling river,
And every son of Temperance knows
Bright water is a joy for ever.

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For Temperance men,
Both far and wide,
Like the deep, deep spring
From the mountain side.
Go to the drunkard's home, and see
His wretched, cheerless dwelling;
But in the mansions of the free
A thousand hopes and joys are swelling, For. &c.
Firm to the pledge, the storm we'll brave
For thousands round us dying;
We'll haste the drunkard's soul to save;
For other's good ourselves denying, For, &c.
Soon shall the drink be swept away,
No more to curse our nation;
For God is with the men that pray
And labour in this reformation, For, &c.

35 Tune-- Uncle Ned.

S HOULD relation, friend, or a neighbour to us say,
Come and take a glass or so,
We will tell them all we have found a better way,
We will never drink it, no!
Onward forever we go, we go,
Onward to battle with the foe,

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While the joys of temperance shall remain,
We'll never drink it, no, no, no!
We'll never drink it, no!
In our land drink slays sixty thousand every year,
They were sober once we know,
But they are downward led, till the drunkard's name they bear,
They begin with a glass or so! Onward, &c.
Wise and good men fall, rich and mighty, youth and age,
Share alike the drunkard's woe;
Only they are safe who have signed the temperance pledge
And ne'er take a glass or so! Onward &c.
In all ways of truth we will evermore abide,
And renounce the cup of woe,
While supported by our Father and our Guide,
We will never drink it, no! Onward, &c.

37 Tune-- Weel may the heel row.

H ERE may we sing together
In bright or gloomy weather,
Here may we sing together,
And speed the happy day.
Will you come and help us
To speed the happy day?
A sister or a brother
May kindly help another,
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May speed the happy day. Will you, &c.
We love the temperance measure,
That spreadeth joy and pleasure;
We love the temperance measure
That speeds the happy day. Will you, &c.
We'll set the world a thinking,
And banish all the drinking;
We'll set the world a thinking,
And speed the happy day. Will you, &c.

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42 Tune-- Lilly Dale.

F ROM every beer and brandy shop
King Alcohol shall go,
Like soldiers brave our Bands of Hope
Shall chase the people's foe.
Firm ever! we'll never
Drink wine or beer;
We will work and pray
To bring the day
When the good time shall appear.
The maltster goes like a lion for prey,
While thousands starve around,
And gathers grain that would cheer our way,
And make our joys abound. Firm, &c.
The brewer takes the people's bread,
No friend of man is he,
While fathers on to gaol are led,
And sent far o'er the sea. Firm, &c.
The landlord in his mansion fine,
More famed than kings of old,
Defies the laws that are divine,
To fill his stores with gold. Firm, &c.

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44 Tune-- Yankee Doodle.

N OW don't you know the reason why
The Temperance cause is winning?
Our Bands of Hope resolve to try
The pledge when life's beginning.
That's the way to win the day,
Wait a little longer;
Drink shall fall with tyrants all,
When Bands of Hope are stronger.
King Alcohol, a giant great,
Will find that he's not wanted,
For Bands of Hope shall fill the state,
In every quarter planted. That's, &c.
He's hindered many a noble plan,
And scattered death and ruin;
But soon we'll show him, every man,
What Bands of Hope are doing. That's, &c.
We'll give him such a mighty blow
He never will recover,
And then, we'll set to work, you know,
And turn his kingdom over. That's, &c.
The gin shop built in rich design
Shall wear a lofty steeple,
And serve for school and college fine,
To educate the people. That's, &c.

48 Tune-- Happy day.

A LL you that would be sober here,
Come join our cause with hearts sincere;
Forsake strong drink without delay,
And you will surely win the day.

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Happy day! when drinking times are done away.
Come sign our pledge without delay,
And live rejoicing every day. Happy day, &c.
What though the conflict be severe,
And you have many trials here,
Press bravely on, look up and pray,
And you will surely win the day. Happy, &c.
The children, too, will take a part,
And join our cause with hand and heart,
And help to send strong drink away,
So shall we surely win the day. Happy, &c.
The glorious day will surely come,
When truth shall gladden every home;
And then we'll sing this joyful lay,
And shout "Hurrah, we've won the day!" Hap. &c.

50 Tune-- Wait for the wagon.

W ILL you sign the pledge, poor drunkard? we wish to set you free
From appetite and passion, and custom's slavery;
Strong drink has been your ruin we ask you to abstain;
Come throw down the bottle, and never drink again.
Throw down the bottle, throw down the bottle,
Throw down the bottle, and never drink again.
Oh, your wife will smile with gladness to know that you have signed:
She'll bid adieu to sadness, for comfort she will find;

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Within your home what pleasure what happiness will reign;
Then throw down the bottle, and never drink again.
Oh, your children, too, will bless you, they'll dance with very glee,
And joyfully caress you, as they climb upon your knee;
Their little eyes will sparkle, as they sing the joyous strain,
We've thrown down the bottle, and we'll never drink again,
Then come along, my brother, tho' fallen you may rise;
You then may help another who now in bondage lies;
The best of men will bless you; you will not live in vain;
So, throw down the bottle, and never drink again.

59 Tune-- Edmeston.

G OD entrusts to all talents few or many,
None so young and small that they have not any;
Though the great and wise have a greater number,
Yet my one I prize, and it must not slumber.

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God will surely ask ere I enter heaven,
Have I done the task which to me was given:
Little drops of rain bring the springing flowers,
And I may attain much by little powers.
Every little mite, every little measure,
Helps to spread the light, helps to swell the treasure;
God entrusts to all talents few or many,
None so young and small that they have not any.

61 Tune-- To the west.

D O the best! do the best in the land where you live,
Your help to restore the poor drunkard now give;
Let a man be a man in his own native isle,
Then plenty shall flourish and virtue shall smile;
The noblest reform you can never obtain
While gin shops on shores of Columbia remain;
Then arm for the battle to save the oppressed,
Arise! brother rise! like a man do the best. Do, &c,
Never say, never say your influence is small,
The victory is won when united are all;

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You've a hand and a heart that for others may care,
And blessings to thousands around you may bear.
The oak in the forest, the mountain afar,
The vast foaming ocean and beautiful star,
Still minister good to the east and the west,
Then rise! brother rise! like a man do the best. Do, &c.
Look around! look around what the tyrant has done,
Defiling our daughters and cursing each son;
In the cots of the poor, and the halls of the great,
Yet thousands in fetters for liberty wait.
But see! through the land waves the flag of the free,
And soon from his strongholds the tyrant shall flee,
And drunkards shall follow to realms of the blest;
Then rise! brother rise! like a man do the best. Do, &c .

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69 Tune-- In a cottage by the sea. Isle of beauty.

H ERALDS of New Englands glory
Are abstainers young and free!
Who can tell, in future story,
How supreme their power shall be?
Drunkards of this generation
Soon shall die and pass away,
We will rise to bless our nation,
Bring the happy, welcome day.
Young abstainers should be careful
To avoid the drunkards ways,
Children holy, just, and prayerful,
God will bless through all their days.
Drunkards &c.
Let not sinful gain or pleasure
Lead our youthful feet aside;
Temperance let us love and treasure,
And in holy ways abide. Drunkards, &c.

71 Tune-- Poor Mary Ann, or Absent Friends.

S HINE thou forth in fullest glory,
Bright temperance star,
Shine upon the young and hoary, Bright, &c.
Shine upon our favored nation,
Far removing all temptation,
And the source of all vexation, Bright, &c.

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Shine upon the drunkard's dwelling, Bright, &c.
Of a better future telling, Bright, &c.
And the children that in sorrow,
Think not of thy dawn to-morrow,
From thy rays a joy shall borrow, Bright, &c.
Shine, O star of peaceful glory, Bright, &c.
Chase the darkness now before thee, Bright, &c.
Like as when the night is going,
And the beams of morn are glowing,
Joy and gladness far bestowing, Bright, &c.

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76 Tune-- There is beauty everywhere.

I' M a soldier in the temperance army,
I will fight to set the drunkard free,
This my song shall be when foes alarm me,
Soldiers march away for victory!
March away, yes, march away for victory!
Old king Alcohol has long been spreading
Death and sorrow over land and sea:
Soon he'll perish for my Captain's leading,--
Soldiers march away for victory! March away, &c.
My brave Captain is the God of battle,
And my Leader he will ever be;
Fearless I will be though cannons rattle,--
Soldiers march away for victory! March away, &c.
Every noble deed shall be recorded,
Where brave soldiers are from conflict free,
And in heaven they shall be rewarded,--
Soldiers march away for victory! March, &c.

78 Tune-- Auld Lang Syne.

S HALL e'er cold water be forgot
When we sit down to dine?
Oh! no, my friends, for is it not
Poured out by hands divine?
Poured out by hands divine, my friends,
Poured out by hands divine,
From springs and wells it gushes forth,
Poured out by hands divine.
To beauty's cheek, though strange it seems,
'Tis not more strange than true,
Cold water found in limpid streams
Imparts the rosiest hue,
Imparts the rosiest hue, my friends,
Imparts the rosiest hue,
Yes, beauty in a water pail
Doth find her rosiest hue.

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Cold water, too, though many think,
How strange it seems again!
The weakest of all earthly drink,
Doth make the strongest men,
Doth make the strongest men, my friends,
Doth make the strongest men,
Then let us take the weakest drink,
And be the strongest men.
The sturdy oak full many a cup
Doth hold up to the sky,
To catch the rain, then drinks it up,
And thus the oak gets high;
Then let the temperance cause abound,
The cause we love so dear,
For strength and beauty yet are found
In water bright and clear.

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81 Tune-- Canaan, bright Canaan.

I WISH all men would sober be,
And join the ranks of temperance,
A glorious time we soon should see,
All through the pledge of temperance.
Let us work and pray to bring the day,
When might shall stand with temperance,
The drinking-store shall be no more,
All through the pledge of temperance.
Temperance, yes temperance,
The right good pledge of temperance.
The drinking-store shall be no more,
All through the pledge of temperance.
In homes of beauty then shall dwell
The happy sons of temperance,
'Mid pleasures more than we can tell,
All through the pledge of temperance. Let, &c.
Columbia then shall proudly rise
In ways of truth and temperance,
And train her children for the skies,
All through the pledge of temperance. Let, &c.

83 Tune-- So early in the morning.

O UR hopes are bright, our aim sincere;
We'll spread our good cause far and near;
Our strength is in a Father's love,
Forth led by Him we onward move.

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We're marching in the army
To win the happy day!

No gin shops shall our land disgrace,
No children fill the drunkard's place;
Each home shall bright and peaceful be,
Where shall abide the brave and free. We're, &c.

The rich man from his lordly seat
Shall temperance friends and brothers meet;
The great and good of every name
Shall freedom's holy cause proclaim. We're, &c.

With joyful hearts we onward go
To battle with the Nation's foe;
And though strong drink our land assail,
The cause of temperance shall prevail. We're, &c.

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86 Tune-- Month of Mary--Conquering Hero. The chorus is for "Month of Mary" only.

S OLDIERS, brave and gallant be,
We shall gain the victory,
Rise and put your armour on,
Nobler deeds shall yet be done,
Onward march a world to save,
Singing as your banners wave.
Chorus.--Sign the pledge and keep it.
Truth we'll spread from shore to shore,
And increase the drunkard's store,
Give his starving children food,
Make them holy, pure, and good,
And in peaceful homes to sing,
"Temperance is a joyful thing." Sign the, &c.
Men shall worship God on high,
Gaol and poorhouse empty lie,
Peace shall spread her blessings round,
Plenty through our land abound;
Home of truth and liberty
This land shall forever be. Sign, &c.

88 Spanish Chant.

F AR over land and sea,
Spread, oh spread the temperance cause,
Where sin and man may be, Spread, &c.
Where human foot has trod,
In every dark abode,

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Lifting the soul to God, Spread, &c.
In mercy to mankind, Spread, &c.
The broken heart to bind, Spread, &c.
For blessings here below
From truth and temperance flow,
Then, Christian, onward go, Spread, &c.
Still onward like the brave, Spread, &c.
The young and old to save, Spread, &c.
Now labour while you may,
Now learn to watch and pray,
And send strong drink away, Spread, &c.

91 Tune-- National Anthem

G OD bless our youthful band,
Oh may we firmly stand, true to our pledge;
May we to liberty, truth, love, and charity,
Evermore faithful be, from youth to age.

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While for the drunkard's sake
All efforts, Lord, we make our labors bless;
And save us now we pray from all that leads astray,
And take strong drink away and all distress.
May we all firmly stand
A noble temperance band, and may we see
Our holy cause extend, until all nations blend
And one great shout ascend, "The world is free!"

95 Tune-- Come home father.

F ATHER, dear father, come home with me now!
The clock in the steeple strikes one;
You said you were coming right home from the shop
As soon as your day's work was done.
Our fire has gone out--our house is all dark,
And mother's been watching since tea,
With poor brother Benny so sick in her arms
And no one to help her but me.
Come home! come home! come home!
Please, father, dear father, come home!
Father, dear father, come home with me now!
The clock in the steeple strikes two;
The night has grown colder--and Benny is worse--
But he has been calling for you.
Indeed he is worse--Ma says he will die,
Perhaps before morning shall dawn!
And this is the message she sent me to bring,

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Come quickly or he will be gone!
Father, dear father, come home with me now!
The clock in the steeple strikes three;
The house is so lonely--the hours are so long,
For poor weeping mother and me.
Yes, we are alone--poor Benny is dead!
And gone with the angels of light:
And these were the very last words that he said,
"I want to kiss Papa to-night?"
Come home! come home! come home!
Please, father, dear father, come home!
Hear the sweet voice of the child
Which the night winds repeat as they roam
Oh, who could resist this most plaintive of prayers,
Please, father, dear father, come home!

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100 Tune-- Belshazzar is king.

C OLD W ATER is king, cold water is lord,
And a thousand bright faces now smile at his board;
Fruits glisten, flowers blossom, and beauty is here,
And the stream that God giveth is joyous and clear.
Gay dancers are here, and a plenty of mirth,
And the fair of creation, that cheer us on earth;
And the crowd all shout, and the crowd all sing,
All praise to cold water, cold water is king!
All praise to cold water, our king!
Bring forth, cries the monarch, the vessels of gold,
Which our fathers all drank from--our fathers of old,
Bring forth, let us drink while the trumpet is blown,
That sounds the shrill death-note of misery's home.
Bring forth! and before us the vessels all shine;
But we bow not to Bacchus, nor drink the dark wine;
While the trumpets bray, and the cymbals ring,
All praise to cold water, cold water our king!
All praise to cold water, cold water our king!
Now, what cometh? Look! without menace or call,
Who writes with the lightning's bright hand on the wall?
What pierceth K ING A LCOHOL, like the point of a dart?
What drives the bold blood from his cheek to his heart?
Teetotal magicians the letters expound--
They are read--and the monster lies dead on the ground!
And now we come on a conqueror's wing,
Singing praise to cold water! cold water is king!
Tinging [sic] praise to cold water! cold water is king!

101 Tune-- Turn to the Lord.

Come ye drunkards sad and weary;
Come, the pledge can make you whole;
Only that alone can save you
From the poisonous, mad'ning bowl.
Come sign the pledge; 'tis your salvation;
Shout its praises o'er the land;
Come and aid the reformation;
Swell the happy temp'rance band.
Oh, 'tis joy, beyond all telling,
When the inebriate breaks his chain,
Feels his heart with rapture swelling,
Knows himself a man again,: [sic]
Come, sign the pledge, &c.
Hark, from mountain, hill, and valley,
Hark, the cry, They come, they come!

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Round the temperance flag they rally,
To march against the tyrant Rum.
Come, sign the pledge, &c.
Listen to their songs of gladness,
As they triumph on their way;
They have banished all their sadness,
Listen to their glorious lay:
Come, sign the pledge, &c.
Let us all unite in giving
Help the wanderer to save,
Till on earth not one is living
That shall fill a drunkard's grave:
Come, sign the pledge, &c.

106 Tune-- Home, sweet home.

L ET children of New England for ever beware,
Strong drink leads the soul to the place of despair,
Where the wine cup is sparkling, oh, let us not stay,
For the angel of temperance says, Come, come away.
Come, come, oh come away.
The angel of temperance says, Come, come away.

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The child of the drunkard no happiness knows,
How wretched his looks, and how ragged his cothes! [sic]
His home is the scene of distress, I am sure,
Oh, who would the ills of a drunkard endure?
Come, come, oh come away,
The angel of temperance says, Come, come away,
The pure crystal water sent down from above,
In streams ever copious directed by love,
Hath healing and vigor for body and mind,
And makes us more happy, more holy, and kind.
Come, come, oh come away,
The angel of temperance says, Come, come away.