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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!

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'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!

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

Was it you?

No. 330. The Temperance Army.
Charlotte G. Homer.

Mrs. Carrie B. Adams.



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No. 332. Battle Hymn of the Republic.
Julia Ward Howe.

Melody, “Glory, Hallelujah."

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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.

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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.

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