No 328. Dwight Williams. Touch Not, Taste Not. USED BY PERMISSION. "Maryland." 1. There's dan-ger 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! 4. Oh, has - ten, then, the happy time! Touch not, taste not, han- dle not! When joyful bells the notes will chime; Touch not, taste not, handle not! "Twill rob the pocket 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 cruel tempter's arts, Then raise the temp'rance flag on high, And lift your voices to the sky way. "Forward!" all along the line resounding, Bids us march a tram-pling out the vint-age where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the builded Him an altar in the eve-ning dews and damps; I sifting out the hearts of men be-fore His judg-ment seat. O ry in His bos-om that trans-figures you and me; As glo can read His be swift, my He died to fate-ful light-ning of His ter- ri- ble swift sword; His truth is march-ing on. CHORUS. Glo-ry! glo-ry, hal-le- lu-jah! Glo-ry! glo-ry, hal-le-lu-jah!. His truth is marching on. His day is marching on. Our God is marching on. While God is marching on. |