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No 328.

Dwight Williams.

Touch Not, Taste Not.

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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!

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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-

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"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.

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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.”

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

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