GOD OUR FATHER.

Is there a lone and dreary hour
When wordly pleasures lost their power? -
My Father! let me turn to thee,

And set each thought of darkness free.

Is there a time of racking grief,
Which scorns the prospect of relief?
My Father! break the cheerless gloom
And bid my heart its calm resume.

Is there an hour of perce and joy,
When hope is all my soul's employ?
My Father! still my hopes will roam,
Until they rest with Thee their home.

The noon-tide blaze, the midnight scene,
The dawn or twilight's sweet serene,
The glow of life, the dying hour,
Shall own my Father's grace and

CHARLESTON, S. C. 1821.

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TEMPERANCE SONGS, &c.

TEMPERANCE SONGS, & c.

&c.

COME, SIGN THE VOW.

Air-"God save the King."

COME, sign the Temperance pledge,

Thou on life's tottering edge,

Come, sign the vow!

What though thy hair be gray,

Languid thy pulses play,

Give us thy parting day,
Quick, sign the vow.

Manhood, with sinewy form,

Breasting the hard world's storm,

Come, sign the vow!

Here dry a wife's wild tears,
Here hush thy children's fears,

Here bless thy coming years,
Now sign the vow.

Childhood, with earnest glance,

Hither thy steps advance,

Come, sign the vow!

Haste, thy young promise bring,

Pure, simple offering,

Fresh from th' Eternal Spring,

Now sign the vow.

Sinner, of many cares,

Wilder'd with doubts and snares,

Come, sign the vow!

Give us thy trembling hand,

Soon shall foul habit's band

Yield like an osier wand,

Come, sign the vow.

Maiden, untouched by care,

Lovely, and fresh and fair,

Come, sign the vow!