5 The cause of Temperance is thine own,
  Our plans and efforts bless;
We trust, O Lord! in thee alone
  To crown them with success.

     Edwin F. Hatfield, 1872.

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.

588 Webb. 7s & 6s.  D.

The Temperance Banner. (1192)

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.

The Crystal Fountain. (1193)

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.