'Tis thine alone, almighty Name, To raise the dead to life, The lost inebriate to reclaim From pa.s.sion's fearful strife.

2 What ruin hath intemperance wrought, How widely roll its waves!

How many myriads hath it brought To fill dishonored graves!

3 And see, O Lord! what numbers still Are maddened by the bowl, Led captive at the tyrant's will, In bondage heart and soul!

4 Stretch forth thy hand, O G.o.d, our King!

And break the galling chain; Deliverance to the captive bring, And end th' usurper's reign.

5 The cause of Temperance is thine own, Our plans and efforts bless; We trust, O Lord! in thee alone To crown them with success.

Edwin F. Hatfield, 1872.

537 Let Us Arise. P.M.

_Moral Reforms._

Do you slumber in your tent, Christian soldier, While the foe is spreading woe thro' the land?

Do you note his rising pow'r, Growing bolder ev'ry hour?

Will he not our land devour while you stand?

Cho.--Let us arise, all unite!

Let us arise in our might!

Let us arise! speak for G.o.d and the right.

Tho' our numbers may be few, G.o.d will lead us grandly thro'

And our arms with strength endue by his might.

2 Can you sleep while homes are rent, Christian soldier?

Are not heavens turned to h.e.l.ls by his pow'r?

Mark you not the mother's sigh?

Hear you not the children's cry?

See you not their loved ones die ev'ry hour?

3 Can you linger in your tent, Christian soldier?

Satan's smiling o'er your idle delay.

Thousands perish while you wait, While you counsel and debate; Heed you not their awful fate as they stray?

4 Let us rise in holy wrath, Christian soldiers, Crush the evil 'neath the heel of our might!

Counting cost, no longer wait; Forward, manhood of the state!

For in G.o.d your strength is great for the right.

E.S. Lorenz.

588 Webb. 7s & 6s. D.

_The Temperance Banner._ (1192)

Unfurl the Temp'rance Banner And fling it to the breeze, And let the glad hosanna Sweep over land and seas; To G.o.d be all the glory For what we now behold-- Oh, let the cheering story In every ear be told.

2 The drunkard shall not perish In Alcohol's dire chain, But wife and children cherish Within his home again; And sobered men, repenting, Will bow at Jesus' feet, Their thankful hearts relenting Before the mercy-seat.

3 A new-waked zeal is burning In this and every land, And thousands now are turning To join our temp'rance band; The light of truth is shining In many a darkened soul; Ere long its rays combining Will blaze from pole to pole.

539 Webb. 7s & 6s. D.

_The Crystal Fountain._ (1193)

From brightest crystal fountain That flows in beauty free, By shady hill and mountain Fill high the cup for me!

Sing of the sparkling waters, Sing of the cooling spring-- Let freedom's sons and daughters Their joyous tribute bring.

2 From many a happy dwelling, Late misery's dark abode, The joyous peal is swelling-- The hymn of praise to G.o.d, Glad songs are now ascending From many a thankful heart, Hope, Joy, and Peace are blending, And each their aid impart.

3 We'll join the tuneful chorus And raise our song on high!

The cheering view before us Delights the raptured eye; The glorious cause is gaining New strength from day to day, The drunkard host is waning Before cold water's sway.

540 Hebron. L.M.

_Corner-Stone Laying._ (1178)

An earthly temple here we raise, Lord G.o.d, our Savior! to thy praise; Oh! make thy gracious presence known, While now we lay its corner-stone.

2 Within the house thy servants rear, Deign by thy Spirit to appear; On all its walls salvation write, From corner-stone to topmost height.

3 And when this temple, "made with hands,"

Upon its firm foundation stands, Oh! may we all with loving heart, In n.o.bler building bear a part,

4 Where every polished stone shall be A human soul won back to thee; All resting upon Christ alone,-- The chief and precious Corner-Stone.

Mrs. Catherine H. Johnson, 1866.

541 Chesterfield. C.M.

_Prayer for the Nation._ (1217)

Lord! while for all mankind we pray, Of ev'ry clime and coast, Oh! hear us for our native land,-- The land we love the most.

2 Oh! guard our sh.o.r.e from ev'ry foe, With peace our borders bless, With prosperous times our cities crown, Our fields with plenteousness.

3 Unite us in the sacred love Of knowledge, truth, and thee; And let our hills and valleys shout The songs of liberty.

4 Lord of the nations! thus to thee Our country we commend; Be thou her Refuge and her Trust, Her everlasting Friend.

John Reynell Wreford, 1837.