537 Let Us Arise. P.M.
Moral Reforms.
Do you slumber in your tent, Christian soldier,
While the foe is spreading woe thro' the land?
Do you note his rising pow'r,
Growing bolder ev'ry hour?
Will he not our land devour while you stand?
CHO.--Let us arise, all unite!
Let us arise in our might!
Let us arise! speak for God and the right.
Tho' our numbers may be few,
God will lead us grandly thro'
And our arms with strength endue by his might.
2 Can you sleep while homes are rent, Christian soldier?
Are not heavens turned to hells by his pow'r?
Mark you not the mother's sigh?
Hear you not the children's cry?
See you not their loved ones die ev'ry hour?
3 Can you linger in your tent, Christian soldier?
Satan's smiling o'er your idle delay.
Thousands perish while you wait,
While you counsel and debate;
Heed you not their awful fate as they stray?
4 Let us rise in holy wrath, Christian soldiers,
Crush the evil 'neath the heel of our might!
Counting cost, no longer wait;
Forward, manhood of the state!
For in God your strength is great for the right.
E.S. Lorenz
538 Webb. 7s & 6s. D.
(1192) The Temperance Banner.
Unfurl the Temp'rance Banner
And fling it to the breeze,
And let the glad hosanna
Sweep over land and seas;
To God be all the glory
For what we now behold--
Oh, let the cheering story
In every ear be told.
2 The drunkard shall not perish
In Alcohol's dire chain,
But wife and children cherish
Within his home again;
And sobered men, repenting,
Will bow at Jesus' feet,
Their thankful hearts relenting
Before the mercy-seat.
3 A new-waked zeal is burning
In this and every land,
And thousands now are turning
To join our temp'rance band;
The light of truth is shining
In many a darkened soul;
Ere long its rays combining
Will blaze from pole to pole.
539 Webb. 7s & 6s. D.
(1193) The Crystal Fountain.
From brightest crystal fountain
That flows in beauty free,
By shady hill and mountain
Fill high the cup for me!
Sing of the sparkling waters,
Sing of the cooling spring--
Let freedom's sons and daughters
Their joyous tribute bring.
2 From many a happy dwelling,
Late misery's dark abode,
The joyous peal is swelling--
The hymn of praise to God,
Glad songs are now ascending
From many a thankful heart,
Hope, Joy, and Peace are blending,
And each their aid impart.
3 We'll join the tuneful chorus
And raise our song on high!
The cheering view before us
Delights the raptured eye;
The glorious cause is gaining
New strength from day to day,
The drunkard host is waning
Before cold water's sway.