Hear the heavenly music ringing,

.

See the light, how it breaks,
Good news to mortals bringing,
See the light:

Come, O Savior! hasten on,
Make earth a happy home.

4 We soon shall bask in glory,
See the light, how it breaks,
Mankind be pure and holy,
See the light

Streams bright from Christ the fountain,
See the light, how it breaks,
Wide o'er God's holy mountain,

See the light:

Come, O Savior, hasten on,
Make earth a happy home.

176.

P. M.

MACKAY.

1 THERE's a good time coming, friends,
A good time coming;
There's a good time coming friends,
Wait a little longer :

We may not live to see the day,
But earth shall glisten in the ray,
Of the good time coming;
Cannon-balls may aid the truth,

But thought's a weapon stronger;
We'll win our battle by its aid,
Wait a little longer.

O, there's a good time, &c.

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2 There's a good time coming, friends,
A good time coming;
The pen shall supersede the sword,
And right, not might, shall be the lord,
In the good time coming:

Worth, not birth, shall rule mankind,
And be acknowledged stronger;
The proper impulse has been given,
Wait a little longer.

O, there's a good time, &c.

3 There's a good time coming, friends, A good time coming;

Hateful rivalries of creed,

Shall not make their martyrs bleed,
In the good time coming;
Religion shall be shorn of pride,
And flourish all the stronger;
And Charity shall trim her lamp,
Wait a little longer.

O, there's a good time, &c.

4 There's a good time coming, friends,.
A good time coming;

War in all men's eyes shall be
A monster of iniquity,

In the good time coming:
Nations shall not quarrel then,

To prove which is the stronger;
Nor slaughter men for glory's sake,
Wait a little longer.

O, there's a good time, &c.

XI. TEMPERANCE.

177.

C. M.

1 CAN we forget the gloomy time,
When Bacchus ruled the day,-
When dissipation, sloth and crime
Bore undisputed sway?

The time-the time the gloomy time-
The time now passed away,
When dissipation, sloth and crime
Bore undisputed sway.

2 All honor to the noble band,

Who feared no creature's frown,
And boldly pledged both heart and hand,
To put intemp'rance down;

The band-the band-the noble band-
The band of blest renown-
Who boldly pledged both heart and hand
To put intemp'ranee down.

Nor shall the Pledge be e'er forgot,
That so much bliss creates-

We'll touch not-taste not-handle not,
Whate'er intoxicates ;

The Pledge-the Pledge is not forgot
The Pledge that Satan hates;

We'll touch not-taste not-handle not,
Whate'er intoxicates.

1 OH! shun the bowl, when rich delight
Shines loveliest, mortal, in thy sight;
Oh loathe the charms that tempt to sip,
Oh dash the rapture from thy lip!

2 For 'neath the nectared pleasure's tide,
The rankest dregs of woe abide ;
And every drop that cheers thy heart,
Will madden more the poison's smart.
3 'Tis like the smile of treachery,
'Tis like the glassy ocean's dye:
Deceit is lurking in that glow,
And death and danger frown below.

4 Then, mortal, when the joys of earth
Invite thee to a pangless mirth,
Beware, nor dare the bowl to sip,
But dash the rapture from thy lip.

179.

P. M. F. W. ADLINGTON.

1 THERE came for the pledge a poor victim of

folly ;

His face bore the marks of contention and strife; With his children he came, his poor Oscar and Rolle,

And her the poor sufferer, his soul-stricken wife:
Oh! sad was his heart, as around him he gazed;
His wild staring eyes with hard drinking were
glazed;

He felt like a stranger, ashamed and amazed,
And seemed undecided to tarry or go.

2 Intemp'rance had set its foul seal on his features, And heart-grinding poverty claimed him her own; You scarce could believe he was one of God's

creatures,

He looked so unmanly, so wretched and lone : He asked for the pledge with a tone of petition, And surveyed it all o'er with a look of contrition, Till meekly he came to the prudent decision, "Twere safest to sign it and 'scape from his foe. 3 He stretched forth his hand that with palsy was shaking,

And scarce could his fingers support the light pen; He sobbed as he wrote, for his stout heart was

breaking;

He signed and again he is numbered with men :
Intently he gazed on the record before him,
While looked his poor wife as she fain would

adore him, [him, Convinced that the pledge would to virtue restore And give her wn husband again to her heart. 4 There comes to the church a fair daughter of Erin, While two lovely children her footsteps attend ; Tis she, the once wretched, but now happy Mirein,

Who leans on the arm of her husband and friend: There's a tear on her cheek from the fountain of

pleasure,

A smile on her lip as she looks on her treasure; While gratitude springs in her heart without

measure,

For blessings that blot out the memory of pain.
5 They come to the Altar where penitents gather,
And breathe their thanksgiving to God's holy name;
That he the loved husband, and now honored father,
Was plucked as a brand from the furnace of shame.