789. L. M. Mrs. Sigourney. For a Temperance Anniversary. 1 We praise thee, if one rescued soul, While the past year prolonged its flight, Turned, shuddering, from the poisonous bowl, To health, and liberty, and light. 2 We praise thee, if one clouded home, Where broken hearts despairing pined, Beheld the sire and husband come Erect and in his perfect mind. 3 No more a weeping wife to mock, Till all her hopes in anguish end; No more the trembling child to shock, And sink the father in the fiend. 4 Still give us grace, almighty King! Unwavering at our posts to stand, Till grateful to thy shrine we bring The tribute of a ransomed land. 790. S. M. M. W. Hale. The Same. 1 Praise for the glorious light, Which crowns this joyous day; Whose beams dispel the shades of night, And wake our grateful lay! 2 Praise for the mighty band, Redeemed from error's chain, Whose echoing voices, through our land, Join our triumphant strain! 3 Ours is no conquest gained Upon the tented field; Nor hath the flowing life-blood stained The victor's helm and shield. 4 But the strong might of love, And truth's all-pleading voice, As angels bending from above, Have made our hearts rejoice. 5 Lord! upward to thy throne Th' imploring voice we raise; The might, the strength, are thine alone! Thine be our loftiest praise. 791. L. M. Anonymous. Temperance Hymn. 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 awaked 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. 792. 7s. M. P. H. Sweetser. The Same. 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 intemperance 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! 793. L. M. Sargent. The Same.