THOU from whom all gifts proceed,
A blessing now dispense;

And give us, Lord, with power to plead,
The cause of Temperance.
2 With wisdom, charity, and zeal,
May we its blessings trace;
That all to whom we shall appeal,
Those blessings may embrace.
3 That self-denial may we show,
Which men of old enjoined,
And every vain desire forego,
To benefit mankind.

4 That which offends a brother's eye,
Or gives another pain,
May we in love ourselves deny,
And from its use abstain.

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Abstainers, awake.

BSTAINERS, awake, there is work to be done,
By the grey-bearded sire and the light-footed

son;

And each matron and maiden among us must know We are marching right on to encounter the foe. Like the heroes of old, single-minded and bold, To the battle and triumph of Temp'rance we go. 2 Abstainers, awake, it is fatal to sleep,

While drink's tyrants and vassals such vigilance keep.
As you hear their defiance above and below,
Let it strengthen your heart to encounter the foe:
Like the heroes of old, single-minded and bold,
To the battle and triumph of Temperance we go.
3 Abstainers, awake, not one moment delay,

Or the fight may be lost by the loss of a day;
While defeat and disaster bring death to the slow,
When they're marching in arms to encounter the foe.
Like the heroes of old, single-minded and bold,
To the battle and triumph of Temperance we go.

4 Abstainers, awake, 'tis humanity calls,

From her homesteads deserted and desolate halls; See, her gardens are trampled, her bulwarks laid low And she asks you in tears to encounter the foe. Like the heroes of old, single-minded and bold, To the battle and triumph of Temperance we go. 5 Abstainers, awake, in the interests of Heaven, By the manes of the dead and the weal of the living Press forward undaunted with blow upon blow, As you march in God's name to encounter the foe Like the heroes of old, single-minded and bold, To the battle and triumph of Temperance we go. JOHN ANDERSON.

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Farrant.

REAT God! Thy presence we implore,
While we together meet;

With reverence would we humbly bow
Before Thy gracious seat.

2 Let truth and Temperance prevail,
Throughout our favoured land;
And may a numerous host come forth,
And join our growing band.

3 Let Christian churches now awa`.e,
And for poor drunkards care;
And, by their bright example, help
To break the tempter's snare.

4 Let young and old, let rich and poor
Their energies unite;

Until all people, climes, and tongues,
In Temperance delight.

DR. JABEZ BURNS

PRI

RESERVER of the human race,
Our guardian and our guide;
Bestow us wisdom, power

and grace,

And over us preside.

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2 Increase our zeal, disperse our fears,
And make us firmly bold,

To stem the drunkard's mad career,
And bring him to Thy fold.

3 Help us to rescue and preserve
The young and rising race,
Secure the sober ere they swerve,
And sink into disgrace.

4 God of the ancient Rechabite!
Preserve us by Thy power,

Inflame our hearts with love and light,
And guard us every hour.

5 Give us a sympathetic glow,
A generous mind impart,

To share the joy and soothe the woe
Of every brother's heart.

6 Our foes forgive, our cause defend,
Our numbers multiply;

And keep us faithful to the end,

Till we triumphant die.

R, G. MASON.

Franconia.

HE seed of Temp'rance truth

Throughout the world we sow;

And pray that show'rs from heav'n may fall,

And make the seed to grow.

2 We look, O Lord, to Thee,

For Thou alone canst bless;

To toil and plant like Paul we may,
But Thou must give success.

3 Inspire our statesmen, Lord,

With wisdom from above; Inflame their hearts with holy zeal, This evil to remove.

4 And then through all our land,
Abundantly would grow

The peaceful fruits of honest toil,
To lessen human woe.

JOHN ATKINSON.

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Now

Winchester Old.

OW let us strike the cheerful strain,
The joys of Temp'rance tell;

Till every valley, hill, and plain,

The song responsive swell.

2 Loud be the strains in virtue's praise,
While we the notes prolong :
Let thousands turn from sinful ways,
And join the happy throng.

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3 Soon may we see throughout the land,
Blessings without alloy;

Come sign the pledge with heart and hand,
And swell the tide of joy.

Go

Otterbourne.

O, labour on; spend and be spent,
Thy joy to do the Father's will:

It is the way the Master went :

Should not the servant tread it still?

2 Men die in darkness at thy side,

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Without a hope to cheer the tomb;
the torch and wave it wide,

Take up

The torch that lights time's thickest gloom.
and faint not, watch and pray ;

Toil on,

Be wise the erring soul to win; Go forth into the world's highway, Compel the wanderer to come in.

4 Toil on, and in thy toil rejoice:

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For work comes rest, for exile home,

Soon shalt thou hear the Bridegroom's voice,
The midnight peal, "Behold I come."

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Ever Look Up.

VER look up! it is wiser and better

Aye to be hopeful than once to despair, Fling far the sad load of doubt's heavy fetter, And break off the spell of tyrannous care.

BONAR

Ever look up! or the burden may sink you,
Providence kindly has mingled the cup,
And in all trials and troubles bethink you,
The watchword of life is "Ever look up."
After each verse.

Ever look up! it is wiser and better

Aye to be hopeful than once to despair;
Fling far the sad load of doubt's heavy fetter,
And break off the spell of tyrannous care.
2 Ever look up! there are chances and changes
Helping the hopeful, a hundred to one-
And, through the chaos, High Wisdom arranges
Ever success-if you'll only hope on :
Ever look up! for the wisest is boldest,
Knowing that Providence mingles the cup:
And of all maxims, the best, as the oldest,
Is the true watchword of "Ever look up!"
3 Ever look up! though the grape-shot may rattle,
Or the full thunder-cloud over you burst;
Stand like a rock, and the storm or the battle
Little shall harm you, though doing their worst:
Ever look up! if adversity presses,

Providence wisely has mingled the cup;
And the best counsel, in all your distresses,
Is the stout watchword of "Ever look up."

MARTIN F. TUPPER.

ONWARD, soldiers, to the fight,

England's honour is at stake;

Foes assail-let us unite,

And the tyrant's kingdom shake.
Drink and sin on every side,
Meet our gaze in hideous form;
In the Lord will we confide,
By His aid the land reform.

2 Hear ye not those cries of grief,

From the drunkard's home so drear?