2 Then tyrants' crowns and sceptres, 262 CH 7s. & 6s. AIR-" Scots wha hae.” HILDREN of the glorious dead, Not for stern ambition's prize, 2 This is proud oppression's hour, While on ev'ry southern gale, 3 Never! by your country's shame, Onward, then, ye fearless band, Yours shall be the Christian's stand, 263 TUNE-" Oft in the stilly night." Ere slumber's chain has bound When all her silvery light The moon is pouring round me, I kneel and pray That God would give some token, On Southern plains, Shall all ere long be broken. me, Though slavery's chain has bound me, Kneel I, and feel the might Of God's right arm around me. 2 When at the driver's call, In cold or sultry weather, From whom the sun Of hope has long departed; Still find me broken-hearted. Of night is sighing round me, 264 MY C. M. AIR-" Ortonville." Y mind to me a kingdom is, 2 It roves about and sweetly brings, From earth, and sea, and sky, Ten thousand bright and glorious things, Unseen by mortal eye. 3 O! let it once be quench'd and mute, Then I should sink below the brute, 4 There's scarce a brute that God has made, 5 The drunkard's drowsy powers alas! 6 They change the peaceful joys of home, To deadliest hate and wo, And throw a sombre robe of gloom, 7 His lively babes that climb his knee, And laugh his welcome home, Insulting brats appear to be, That mock to see him come; 8 And she who meets him at the door, 9 If I the drunkard's bowl reject, Shall I command the less respect, 10 O may my mind be not like his, 265 M1P AIR-" Sweet Home." ID sorrows and sadness I'm destined to roam, Forlorn, and forsaken, deprived of my home; Intemperance hath robbed me of all that was dear, Of my home in the skies, and my happiness here. "Home! home! sweet, sweet home!" An exile from God, I shall ne'er find a home. 2 I vainly presumed when I first took the cup, I could drink if I chose, or I could give it up; But I tampered too long, too long tempted Heaven, Till an outcast from God, and his presence I'm driven. "Home! home! sweet, sweet home!" On earth or in heaven, I shall ne'er find a home. 3 My heart-broken wife in her grave hath found rest, And my children have gone to the land of the blest; While I a poor wretch, a vile wanderer like Cain, With the mark" of the beast, on the earth still remain. "Home! home! sweet, sweet home!" How happy was I with my loved ones at home. 4 Farewell to the social endearments of home; Justly loathed by my fellows I wander alone; For presumptuously sinning and tempting the Lord, Of the fruit of my ways I must reap the reward. "Home! home! sweet, sweet home!" An exile from God, I shall ne'er find a home. 266 W C. M. AIR-" Auld Lang Syne." ITH banner and with badge we come, To fight against the hosts of Rum, And this shall be our song: CHORUS. We love the clear Cold Water Springs, 2 Cold Water-Army is our name, And so, in truth and justice claim The blessings of the free. We love the clear Cold Water Springs, &c. 3 Though others love their rum and wine, And drink till they are mad, To water we will still incline, |