3 Be kind to those around you, To charity hold fast;

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Let each think first of others,

And leave himself till last.

Act as you would that others should
Act always unto you;

Much may be done by ev'ry one—
There's work for all to do.

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2

Mo

Come, friends, &c.

St. Bride.

OURN for the thousands slain,
The youthful and the strong;

Mourn for the wine-cup's fearful reign,
And the deluded throng.

Mourn for the tarnished gem—

For reason's light divine,

Quenched from the soul's bright diadem,

Where God had bid it shine.

3 Mourn for the lost, but call,

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Call to the strong, the free,

Rouse them to shun that dreadful fall;
And to the refuge flee.

Mourn for the lost, but pray,

Pray to our God above,

To break the fell destroyer's sway,

And shew His saving love.

"Up abstainers !"

P abstainers! urge your cause
With a zeal nought can abate;

Never waver, never pause,
Glorious triumphs on you wait,-
Triumphs that shall far outweigh
All the trials you have borne ;
While you struggle day by day,
Saving, blessing the forlorn.

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2 Up, abstainers! outcast poor,
Drink-accursed victims save;
Let us make temptations fewer
Which delude men to the grave.
Watch, abstainers! aye be found
Girded with a purpose pure;
Vice hath vassals all around,
Spreading still the subtle lure.
3 Work, abstainers! never ask
Who have joined our noble band;
Spring with fondness to the task,
Thus men's sympathies command.
Ever feel that you are true
To conviction, head, and heart;
Devotion must be stamped on you
Ere an impulse you impart.

4 Wait, abstainers! every year
Magnifies our virtuous plan;
Time rewards each pioneer
Clearing higher paths for man.
Faster, faster, true men gather
Round our standard all unfurl'd,
Youthful son and hoary father
Vow to bear it round the world.

Lo

Stuttgart.

THOMAS KNOX.

ORD, the maddening cup shall never
To our thirsting lips be pressed;
But our draught shall be, for ever,
The cold water Thou hast blessed.

2 This shall give us strength to labour,
This make all our stores increase;
This with Thee, and with our neighbour,
Binds us in the bonds of peace.

3 For the lake, the well, the river,
Water-brook, and crystal spring,
Do we now, to Thee, the Giver,
Thanks, our daily tribute bring.

PIERPONT

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IN

"A cry for help."

́NTEMPERANCE spreads o'er all the land,
Breathing its blight on young and old;

Its work is seen on every hand,

Filling men's hearts with grief untold;
Within its toils our brethren lie

In sin, and misery, and shame,
Too dull to think, too weak to fly,
Ensnared in Freedom's sacred name.

2 The young are sinking day by day
In deepest sin and wretchedness;
In anguish wild to you they pray,
To help them in their sore distress.
They cry aloud, they cry to you—

The strong, the wise, the pure, the good—
You, who such sorrows never knew,

And in such danger ne'er have stood.

3 Oh, Christians! pass not heedless by ;
'Tis Christ's own lambs for help who call,
On wings of love to aid them fly,

And rest not till ye save them all.
Begin at once, begin to-day,

Their sorrows chase, the cause destroy,
Each home shall then be pure indeed,
And filled with light, and peace, and joy.

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OH,

REV. C. GARRETT.

"Merrily sing of Temperance."

H, while we're blest with health and strength,
Let's live as all men should;

And always lend a helping hand
To aid the public good.

And let us ever try to keep

Our conscience pure and free,

And merrily sing of Temperance,
Of peace and liberty.

2 In all that's right we'll take delight,
And hate whate'er is wrong;

And every good and righteous cause
We'll help to push along;
Thus with the truly good and great
We'll work in harmony;
And merrily sing of Temperance,
Of peace and liberty.

3 And thus in love and sympathy,
We'll spend our youthful days,
And in the songs of Temperance
Our cheerful voices raise.

We'll plead the cause where'er we go,
Which sets the drunkard free,

And merrily sing of Temperance,
Of peace and liberty.

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R

"Rely on yourself."

A. SIMPSON.

ELY on yourself as you go through life,
That is, if you would thrive;

A man without pluck, always waiting for luck,
Is a drone in the social hive.

Banish all doubts from your bosom for ever,

Heed not the tempters, who seek to mislead : And Heaven will smile on your earnest endeavour, And give you each day all the strength that you need.

Chorus.

Then battle your way like a man through life,
All obstacles over-ride;

If you would succeed in this world of strife,
Don't float like a straw with the tide.

2 Now "Pluck" is a man with an iron will,
Who quaffs the crystal cup;

While "Luck" is a drone who will linger until
Some fortunate chance turns up.

Steadfastly, then, to your purpose continue,
If either fame or position you'd win :

For hardships bring out the good that's within you,
Remember, 'tis cowards alone who give in.

3 This life is so full of the tempter's wiles,
That some are sure to fall:

Remember, amid all its numberless smiles,
That "
strong drink" is the worst of all.
Bacchus may proffer the goblet of pleasure,
Count, ere you sip it, the risk and the cost;
All those rich gifts that in manhood we treasure,
May through the bright death-dealing wine-cup
be lost.

4 Then always be true in the noblest sense,
Whatever be your lot;

And seek not to dazzle with show and pretence,
Do not seem to be what you're not.
Fairy-like tempters may try to beguile you,
Falsehood with truthfulness cunningly blend;
Be not discouraged though some may revile you,
Uprightness will always prove best in the end.

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What might be done.

T. H. EVANS.

HAT might be done if men were wise};
What glorious deeds, my suff'ring brother;
Would they unite,

In love and right,

And cease their scorn of one another.

2 All slavery, warfare, lies and wrongs; All vice and crime might die together; And fruit and corn,

To each man born,

Be free as warmth in summer weather. 3 The meanest wretch that ever trod; The deepest sunk in guilt and sorrow Might stand erect,

In self-respect,

And share the teeming world to-morrow.