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The Union temperance song book : a collection of songs for picnics, temperance meetings, social gatherings, and the family circle . y soul,for thou hast spoken, I will drink that :=i^=n^ bowl no more, God hashelpdand I have broken-(2- ~^EzEi 3^=3 -^-r-l- i^HS -h- That strong chain that bound be - fore, Temprance now shall ^^iiz3^:^zg=:^=||fp t: -^-t: ._^- =:i-pzlziz^*li«=?z^4»^^^fifcz^=bzl !z^Zi^zfezg:i^gl3zEE be my watchword, Till my days on earth are oer. -F-l—hF- -Fl—hFt ?—I ^—1^ tP^~ tH—»-^ What a thraldom 1 was under, Crushd beneath intemperances reign,Reason, with her voice of thunder Could not break the galling chain;Weeping wife and starving children Plead with tears but plead in v& in vice and black pollution, Where no rays of comfort dart,Shame and scorn and destitution, Could not reach this slavish heart;Chains of adamant had bound me Far too strong to rend to God his grace has found me, Placed me on a solid shore;Father, let it still surround me. That I stray away no more;That alone has power to keep me Safely till my days are oer. ROUND, Sparkling This shall be my drink a - lone. SeEEEEEEEE: Till Our days of life are done. JJToucS not tlje Qtup. FROM THE WASHINGTUNIAN HARP. WomDS, BT J. H. A. TuKE, Long, loifo ago.
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