2 For them no guardian spirit waits,
To lead to its refulgent gates;
Its streets by them can ne'er be trod,
For drunkards are condemned of God.
3 They cannot join the lofty songs,
Which echo from the countless throngs,
Who round the throne adoring fall,
And hail their Saviour, Lord of all!
4 O, shun the glass, though loved it be,
It leads to endless infamy!
Come, bend the knee at Jesu's feet,
And seek Him at the mercy-seat.
The Temperance Man.
ET princes veil each haughty brow,
The warrior don his crest,
I name a nobler hero now,
Though starless be his breast.
The soldier on his blazing shield,
May paint his dazzling fame,
But I can point to a nobler field,
And name a nobler name.
'Tis a nobler name, deny it who can,
That's borne by a faithful Temperance man.
2 There's a silken tie that sweetly binds
Around the wayward soul;
Yet holds ten thousand nobler minds,
Within its blest control.
It brightens every nation's lot,
In every land 'tis known,
And while it owns the peasant's cot,
It props the monarch's throne.
'Tis a glorious pledge, deny it who can,
That's borne by a faithful Temperance man.
3 There's a home, a gay and smiling home,
Where all the virtues reign,
Where love and peace and goodness come
To their own bright domain.
The heart that beats, the feet that tread
That sweet domestic ground,
Through virtue's safest paths are led,
To pour their light around.
'Tis a glorious home, deny it who can,
That's filled by a faithful Temperance man.
4 Our work is glorious, let us move,
The trampled heart to raise,
To fill the earth with notes of love,
And heaven with notes of praise.
And worlds to come shall bless the light
The Temperance teacher gave;
And those who sought his name to blight,
Shall bless his humble grace.
'Tis a glorious work, deny it who can,
The work of a faithful Temperance man.
GLORIOUS day is breaking
Upon our sinful earth;
Our land to life is waking,
With shouts of joy and mirth.
Our army is assembled
To meet the deadly foe:
In countless numbers marshall'd,
Our soldiers onward go.
2 The Temp'rance flag is waving
O'er valley, hill, and plain,
Where ocean's sons are braving
The dangers of the main.
The pledge, the pledge is given,
To float on ev'ry breeze,
Waft it, propitious heaven,
O'er all the earth and seas !
3 Our cause, our cause is gaining
New laurels ev'ry day;
The youthful mind we're training
To walk in virtue's way.
Old age and sturdy manhood
Are with us heart and hand,
Then let us all united
In one firm phalanx stand.
! reapers of life's harvest,
Why stand with rusted blade,
Until the night draws round thee,
And day begins to fade?
Why stand ye idle, waiting
For reapers more to come?
The golden morn is passing,
Why sit ye idle, dumb?
2 Thrust in your sharpened sickle,
And gather in the grain;
The night is fast approaching,
And soon will come again,
The Master calls for reapers,
And shall He call in vain?
Shall sheaves lie there ungathered,
And waste upon the plain?
Come down from hill and mountain
In morning's ruddy glow,
Nor wait until the dial
Points to the noon below;
And come with the strong sinew,
Nor faint in heat or cold,
And pause not till the evening
Draws round its wealth of gold.
4 Mount up the heights of Wisdom,
And crush each error low;
Keep back no words of knowledge
That human hearts should know.
Be faithful to thy mission,
In service of thy Lord;
And then a golden chaplet
Shall be thy just reward.
ORD, from Thy blessed throne,
Sorrow look down upon!
God save the poor !
Teach them true liberty
Make them from tyrants free
Let their homes happy be!
God save the poor!
2 The arms of wicked men
Do Thou with might restrain
God save the poor!
Raise Thou their lowliness
Succour Thou their distress
Thou whom the meanest bless!
God save the poor !
3 Give them staunch honesty
Let their pride manly be—
Help them to hold the right;
Give them both truth and might,
Lord of all life and light!
O not rashly judge thy brother,
If he stumble on the way;
Life's beset with sore temptations,
He has fallen, and we may.
2 Let us rather kindly help him
To regain the pathway lost;
Gentle words are never wasted,
Freely give, they little cost.
3 Take good heed unto thy footsteps,
Round thy path lurks many a snare!
If like him thou shouldst be tempted,
Oh, my brother; watch! beware!
4 For we grope our way but blindly
Through the darksome shades of life,
And the best will err so often,
'Mid its tumult, toil, and strife.
"Be kind to the drunkard."
E kind to the drunkard though covered with shame,
His soul is as priceless as thine,
And many have risen to virtue and fame
Who once in the darkness did pine.
Be kind to the drunkard, though some may despise And treat all your efforts with scorn;
They scoffed at the Saviour-the holy and wise-
Who came to the lost and forlorn.
2 Be kind to the drunkard, no harshness employ-
You know not the power of his sin;
And peace, like a river-unspeakable joy-
Will flow to you both if you win,
Be kind to the drunkard, and soon you will find
Your efforts will not be in vain,
For poor wretched sinners, despairing and blind,
Shall virtue and comfort regain.
3 Be kind to the drunkard, nor ever despair,
But win him by heart-stirring love;
Remember, thy patient, compassionate care,
Is seen by Jehovah above.
Be kind to the drunkard, and blessings shall fall
Upon thee like rain from the sky;
And when life is ended, the Master will call
His servants to mansions on high.
DRUNKARD reached his cheerless home,
The storm without was dark and wild,
He forced his weeping wife to roam,
A wanderer friendless with her child;
As thro' the fallen snow she pressed,
The babe was sleeping on her breast.
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