Hymnal: The Sacred Melodeon
Date: 1848
Compiler: A S Hayden
Publisher/Printer: A S Hayden
First Line: Friends of freedom swell the song
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Tune: Friends of Freedom Swell the Song
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Page Number: 248, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsFriends of freedom, swell the song;
Young and old, the strain prolong,
Make the temp'rance army strong,
And on to victory!
Lift your banners, let them wave,
Onward march a world to save;
Who would fill a drunkard's grave,
And bear his infamy?
Shrink not when the foe appears;
Spurn the coward's guilty fears,
Hear the shrieks, behold the tears,
Of ruin'd families!
Raise the cry in every spot,
"Touch not, taste not, handle not;"
Who would be a drunken sot,
The worst of miseries!
Give the aching bosom rest,
Carry joy to every breast;
Make the wretched drunkard blest,
By living soberly.
Raise the glorious watchword high,
"Touch not, taste not, till you die!"
Let the echo reach the sky,
And earth keep jubilee.
God of mercy, hear us plead,
For thy help we intercede:
See how many bosoms bleed,
And heal them speedily.
Hasten, Lord, the happy day,
When, beneath thy gentle ray,
Temperance all the world shall sway,
And reign triumphantly.