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Friends of Freedom."

(TEMPERANCE SONG.)

1. Friends of freedom! swell the song; Young and old, the strain prolong, Make the temp'rance 2. Shrink not when the foe appears; Spurn the coward's guilty fears; Hear the shrieks, be

Onward march the world to save; Who would filla drunkard's grave, And bear his infa-my? Touch not-Tastenot-Handle not, Who would be a drunkensot, The worst of mis - e-ries?

3 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.

4 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,
Temp'rance all the world shall sway,
And reign triumphantly.

Wash me, cleanse me, in the blood that flowed on Cal

world your

watching in
call me to

tender-ness

meet Him in

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me, And

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thor and

nev-er knew; My Saviour
Saviour too; Then pray that your Saviour may bring them to

CHORUS.

praying, For you I am praying, I'm praying for

you!

Sun of my Soul, Thou Saviour dear.

(HURSLEY.)

1. Sun of my soul! Thou Saviour dear, It is not night if Thou be near; Oh,may no earth-born cloud a 2. When soft the dews of kindly sleep My wearied eyelids gently steep, Be my last tho't,-how sweet to

Come, sound His praise abroad.

(SILVER STREET.)

Come, sound His praise.-Concluded.

2 He formed the deeps unknown;

He gave the seas their bound;
The watery worlds are all His own,
And all the solid ground.

3 Come, worship at His throne,
Come, bow before the Lord:

We are His work, and not our own; He formed us by His word. 4 To-day attend His voice,

Nor dare provoke His rod;

Come, like the people of His choice,
And own our gracious God.

God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears
God shall lift up thy head.

2 Through waves, and clouds, and storms,
He gently clears thy way;

Wait thou His time; so shall this night
Soon end in joyous day.

3 What though thou rulest not!

Yet heaven, and earth, and hell
Proclaim, God sitteth on the throne,.
And ruleth all things well.

4 Far, far above thy thought
His counsel shall appear,

When fully He the work has wrought,
That caused thy needless fear.

My Soul, be on thy Guard.

(LABAN.)

J. Wesley.

LOWELL MASON.

3 Ne'er think the victory won,
Nor lay thine armor down;

Thine arduous work will not be done,
Till thou obtain thy crown.

4 Fight on, my soul, till death

Shall bring thee to thy God!

He'll take thee at thy parting breath,
Up to His blest abode.

And to our wondering view reveal
The mercies of our God.

3 Revive our drooping faith,

Our doubts and fears remove,
And kindle in our breasts the flame
Of never-dying love.

4 'Tis thine to cleanse the heart,
To sanctify the soul,

To pour fresh life in every part,
And new-create the whole.

5 Come, Holy Spirit, come;

Our minds from bondage free;
Then shall we know, and praise, and love,
The Father, Son, and Thee.

J. Hart.