1 STAY, mortal, stay! nor heedless thus,
Thy sure destruction seal;

Within that cup there lurks a curse,
Which all who drink must feel.

2 Disease and death, forever nigh,
Stand ready at the door;
And eager wait to hear the cry,'
Of 'give me one glass more.'

3 Stay, mortal, stay! repent, return,
Reflect upon thy fate;

The poisonous draught indignant spurn-
Spurn, spurn it, ere too late.

4 O fly the place of licensed sin,
Nor linger near the door,

Lest thou, perchancę, should taste again
The treacherous one glass more.'

188.

L. M.

1 GOD of our fathers, 'tis thy hand, Hath turned the tide of death away, That rolled in madness o'er the land, And filled thy people with dismay. 2 Thy voice awoke us from our dream ; Thy spirit taught our hearts to feel; 'Twas thy own light, whose radiant beam Came down our duty to reveal.

3 Almighty Parent, still in thee

Our spirits trust for strength divine;
Gird us with heaven's own energy,
And o'er our paths let wisdom shine.

4 The work of man's destruction stay;
The tide of fire still backward press;
Drive each delusive mist away,
And every humble effort bless.

189.

7s. M. P. H. SWEETser.

1 HARK! the voice of choral song Floats upon the breeze along,

Chanting clear, in solemn lays,

Man redeemed-to God the praise!'

2 Angels, strike the golden lyre!
Mortals, catch the heavenly fire!
Thousands ransomed from the grave,
Millions yet our pledge shall,save!
3 Save from sin's destructive breath,
Save from sorrow, shame and death-
From foul intemp'rance and strife,
Save the husband, children, wife!
4 Courage! let no heart despair—
Mighty is the truth we bear!
Forward then, baptized in love,
Led by wisdom from above!

1 I'VE thrown the bowl aside,

For me no more shall flow

Its ruddy stream or sparkling tide,
How bright soe'er it glow;

I've seen extending wide

Its devastating sway,

Seen reason yield his power to guide,

I've cast the bowl away.

2 O ne'er tempt me again
To drain the cup of sin;

For ruin dire, disease, and pain,
Taint all that foams within;
Neglected duties rise

In fearful sad array,

Up to its brim,-I will be wise,—
I've cast the bowl away.

3 My days of revelry

O gladly I give up;

They're but the marks of misery,

Which lurk within the cup;

While Indolence and Want,
And Poverty display

Themselves in every drunkard's haunt,—
I've cast the bowl away!

4 A drunkard's gloomy grave
Shall ne'er be made for me;
O rather let the rushing wave
Engulph me in the sea!
And may it be my lot

To die 'neath Reason's ray!
Remembered by my friends or not,—
I've cast the bowl away!

191.

8s. & 7s.

PIERPONT.

1 PILLOWS wet with tears of anguish,
Couches pressed in sleepless woe,
Where the sons of Belial languish,
Father, may we never know.

2 For the maddening cup

shall never

To our thirsting lips be pressed,
But our draft shall be, forever,

The cold-water thou hast blessed.

3 This shall give us strength to labor,
This make all our stores increase;
This, with thee and with our neighbor,
Bind us in the bonds of peace.

4 For the lake, the well, the river,
Water-brook and crystal spring,
Do we now, to thee, the Giver,
Thanks, our daily tribute, bring.

192.

P. M.

WASH. HARP.

1 TOUCH not the cup, it is death to thy soul,
Touch not the cup, touch not the cup;
Many I know who have quaffed from the bowl;
Touch not the cup, touch it not:

Little they thought that the demon was there,
Blindly they drank and were caught in the snare,
Then of the death-dealing bowl oh beware!
Touch not the cup, touch it not!

2 Touch not the cup when the wine glistens bright,
Touch not the cup, touch not the cup;
Tho' like the ruby it shines in the light,
Touch not the cup, touch it not:

The fangs of the serpent are hid in the bowl,
Deeply the poison will enter thy soul,

Soon will it plunge thee beyond thy control,
Touch not the cup, touch it not.

3 Touch not the cup, young man in thy pride,
Touch not the cup, touch not the cup;
Hark to the warning of thousands who've died,
Touch not the cup, touch it not:

Go to their lonely and desolate tomb,

Think of their death, of their sorrow and gloom, Think that perhaps thou may'st share in their Touch not the cup, touch it not. [doom,

4 Touch not the cup, O drink not a drop,
Touch not the cup, touch not the cup;
All that thou lovest entreat thee to stop,
Touch not the cup, touch it not.

Stop! for the home that to thee is so near,
Stop! for thy friends that to thee are so dear,
Stop, for thy country, the God thou dost fear,
Touch not the cup, touch it not.

1 "Tis but a drop,' the father said,
And gave it to his son,

But little did he think a work

Of death was then begun :
The drop' that lured when thus the babe
Scarce lisped his father's name,
Inspired a fatal appetite

Within his infant frame.

2 'Tis but a drop,' the comrades cried,
In truant school-boy tone,-

It did not hurt us in our robes,
Nor will it now we're grown ;'
And so they drank the mixture up—
That reeling youthful band;

For each had learned to love the taste,
From his own father's hand.

3 Tis but a drop-I need it now,'
The staggering drunkard said;
'It was my food in infancy,

My meat, and drink, and bread;
A drop, a drop, oh let me have,
'Twill so refresh my soul!'

He took it-trembled-drank and died,
Grasping the fatal bowl.