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DARE TO BE A DANIEL.
P. P. BLISS.
1. Stand-ing by pur - pose true, Heed - ing God's com-mand, 2. Ma ny might - y
lost, Dar - ing not to stana, 3. Ma ny gi - ants great and tall, Stalk - ing through the land, 4. Hold the temperance ban - ner high! On to vic - tory grand!
Hon - or
them, the faith - ful few, All hail to Dan - iel's band !
Used by per. of The John Church Co., owners of Copyright.
RAISE THE STANDARD HIGH.
D. S. HAKES.
1. Raise the standard high, Sound the gath’ring cry, Let the e vil kingdom fall ; 2. D - ver sea and land, With an i - ron hand, Has the monarch held his sway ; 3. Let the right prevail, Let the vil fail in the con-flict fierce and long,
purpose true, And a
will to do, Sons of freedom, come ye all. But his rule shall cease, And the reign of peace Usher in the gold - en day. Till the land is free, And the vic - to- ry Crowns the temp’rance army strong.'
Used by per. of J. E. WHITE, owner of Copyright.
Raise the temp'rance stand-ard high, Shout the mighty bat tle
Arr. by H. BOND.
1. Our Fa-ther, through the com - ing year We know not what shall be ;
1 Our Father, through the coming year
We know not what shall be ;
Its ordering all to thee.
For what the world holds fair ;
Deceive and prove but care. 3 It may be it shall darkly blend
Our love with anxious fears,
The tried of many years.
No fears our trust shall move ; Thou knowest what for each is best,
And thou art perfect Love. 938 1 Now, gracious Lord, thine arm reveal,
And make thy glory known ;
And soften hearts of stone.
May mercy set us free;
Begin and end with thee.
That saints may love thee more ;
And raise your voices high :
That shows salvation nigh.
Each moment brings it near;
Welcome each closing year. 3 Not many years their rounds shall run,
Nor many mornings rise,
To our admiring eyes. 4 Ye wheels of nature, speed your course!
Ye mortal powers, decay!
Ye bring eternal day.
With all its hopes and fears,
With all its mourners' tears ; 2 Thy thankful people praise thee, Lord,
For countless gifts received ;
grace to keep the faith
We now desire to flee ;
Be spent, good Lord, for thee.
943 1 Bless, O Lord, each opening year 1 Thou who roll'st the year around, To the souls assembling here ;
Crowned with mercies large and free, Clothe thy word with power divine, Rich thy gifts to us abound, Make us willing to be thine.
Warm our praise shall rise to thee. 2 Where thou hast thy work begun, 2 Kindly to our worship bow, Give new strength the race to run ;
While our grateful thanks we tell, Scatter darkness, doubts, and fears,
That, sustained by thee, we now Wipe away the mourner's tears.
Bid the parting year — farewell! 3 Bless us all, both old and young, 3 All its numbered days are sped, Call forth praise from every tongue ;
All its busy scenes are o'er, Let our whole assembly prove
All its joys forever fled, All thy power and all thy love!
All its sorrows felt no more. 942
4 Mingled with th’eternal past,
Its remembrance shall decay ; 1 Praise to God, and thanksgiving!
Yet to be revived at last
At the solemn judgment-day.
944 2 Praise him for his budding green, 1 While, with ceaseless course the sun April's resurrection-scene;
Hasted through the former year, Praise him for his shining hours,
Many souls their race have run, Starring all the land with flowers !
Nevermore to meet us here. 3 Praise him now for snowy rest,
2 Swiftly thus our fleeting days Falling soft on Nature's breast;
Bear us down life's rapid stream ; Praise for happy dreams of birth,
Upward, Lord, our spirits raise, Brooding in the quiet earth!
All below is but a dream. 4 For his year of wonder done,
3 Thanks for mercies past receive; Praise to the All-Glorious-One!
Pardon of our sins renew;
With eternity in view.