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1. There's dan - ger in the flow-ing bowll Touch not, taste not, ban - dle not! 2. “Strong drink is rag - ing,” God bath said: Touch not, taste not, han - dle not! 3. Come, let us join each heart and hand, Touch not, taste not, han - dle not! 4. Oh, has - ten, then, the bar - py time! Touch not, taste not, ban - dle not!
'Twill ru - in bod - y, in soul! Touch not, taste not, ban - dle not! And thousands it bath cap - tive led! Touch not, taste not, han - dle not! To drive the traf - fic from the land; Touch not, taste not, han - dle not! When joy - ful bells the notes will chime; Touch not, taste not, han - dle not!
'Twill rob the pock-et of its cash; 'Twill scourge thee with a cru - el 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 cru - el tempter's arts, Then raise the temp'rance flag on high, And lift your voi - ces to the sky,
And all thy hopes of pleasure dash, — Touch not, taste not, han-dle not! It leads them where no arm can save- Touch not, taste not, han-dle not! And heal his fearful wounds and smarts—Touch pot, taste not, han-dle not! Sing, glo - rybe to God on highl-Touch not, taste not, han-dle not!
No. 330. The Temperance Army.
Mrs. Carrie B. Adams.
COPYRIGHT, 1896, BY CHAS. H. GABRIEL.
E, 0. EXCELL, OWNER.
No. 332. Battle Hymn of the Republic.
Melody, “Glory, Hallelujah."
1. Mine eyes have seen the glo - ry of the com - ing of the Lord; He is 2. I have seen Him in the watch-fires of & hun-dred cir- cling camps; They have 3. He has sound -ed forth the trump-et that shall nev - er sound re-treat; He is 4. In the beau - ty of the lil - ies, Christ was born a-cross the sea, With &
tram-pling out the vint-age where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the build - ed Him an al - tar in the eve-ning dews and damps; I can read His sift - ing out the hearts of men be- fore His judg-ment seat. O
be swift, my ry in His bos - om that trans-fig - ures you and me; As He died to
fate - ful light-ning of His ter ri - ble swift sword; His truth is march-ing on. righteous sen-tence by the dim and flar-ing lamps; His day is march-ing on. soul, to an-swer Him! be ju , bi - lant, my feet! Our God is march-ing on. make men ho- ly, let
to make men free; While God is march-ing on.
His truth is marching on.
His day is marching on. Glo-ryl glo-ry, hal-le - lu-jah! Glo-ry! glo-ry, hal-le-lu-jah!.
Our God is marching on. While God is marching on.