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 God, 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.
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 God and the right. Tho' our numbers may be few, God 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 hells 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 God your strength is great for the right.
Unfurl the Temp'rance Banner And fling it to the breeze, And let the glad hosanna Sweep over land and seas; To God 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.
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.