No 328.

Dwight Williams.

Touch Not, Taste Not.

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'Twill ru in body, And thousands it

hath To drive the traffic When joyful bells the

1. There's danger in the flow-ing bowl! Touch not, taste not, han - dle not! 2. "Strong drink is rag-ing," God hath said: Touch not, taste not, han - dle not! 3. Come, let us join each heart and hand, Touch not, taste not, han - dle not! has - ten, then, the happy time! Touch not, taste not, handle not!

4. Oh,

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"Maryland."

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ru - in soul! Touch not, taste not, handle not! captive led! Touch not, taste not, handle not! from the land; Touch not, taste not, handle not! notes will chime; Touch not, taste not, han - dle not!

'Twill rob the pocket of its cash; 'Twill scourge thee with a cruel lash;

It leads the young, and strong, and brave; It leads them to
a drunkard's grave;
We need the strong-est, bravest hearts To foil the cruel tempter's arts,
Then raise the temp'rance flag on high, And lift your voices to the sky-

BBY

Some-bod-y vot-ed to ru-in my boy, Was that somebody you?......

was it you?

"Forward!" all along the line resounding, Bids us march a- way.
Slowly backward see the foe re-ced -ing; Forward march to-day.
And with earnest prayer and sup-pli-ca-tion Forward march to-day.

No. 332.

Battle Hymn of the Republic.

Julia Ward Howe.

1. Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is 2. I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hun-dred circling camps; They have 3. He has sound-ed forth the trump-et that shall never sound re-treat; He is 4. In the beauty of the lilies, Christ was born a-cross the sea, With a

tram-pling out the vint-age where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the

builded Him an altar in
sifting out the hearts of men
glo
ry in His bos-om that

the eve-ning dews and damps; I
be-fore His judg-ment seat. O
trans-fig- ures you and me; As

fateful light-ning of His ter
righteous sen-tence by the dim
soul, to an-swer Him! be ju-
make men holy, let us die

CHORUS.

Melody, "Glory, Hallelujah.”

can read His be swift, my He died to

His truth is marching on. His day is marching on. Our God is marching on. While God is marching on.