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JUVENILE TEMPERANCE HYMNS. 69 |
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3 The wine-cup that so many prize, Is not the cup for me, The aching head, the bloated face,
In its sad train I see. But there's a cup of water pure,
And he who drinks it may be sure,
Of health and length of days,
O, that's the cup for me.
O, that's the cup for me,
O, that's the cup for me.
91 8s. & 6s.
Sung at the Odeon, Boston, at the Juvenile Celebration of simultaneous Temperance Meetings.
1 WE'VE heard that round the wine-cup's brim A thousand pleasures stray,
And that strong drink have wondrous power
To drive dull care away; But we have seen the flashing light
Which from the goblet came, Lead, like the meteor, on to tears,
And wretchedness, and shame.
2 We've heard that though 'tis well enough
For men the pledge to sign, Yet youth need never be in haste
Their freedom to resign ; But we are sure ill habits formed
In youth destroy the man ; And we'll secure us from the snare
Thus woven, if we can.
3 The children in Chaldea's court,
Who would not drink the wine, Not only fair in flesh were seen, But wisdom had, divine. |
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