CROSS AND CROWN. C. M. 39 Plymouth Coll. 1. The Lord attends when children pray; A whisper he can hear; 40 JOYFULLY. 10s. REV A. D. MERRILL. 1. Joyfully, Joy - fully onward I move, Bound for the land of bright spirits above; Angelic choristers sing as I come, "Joy - fully, joy-fully haste to thy home. Soon, with my pilgrimage ended below, Home to that land of de- light will I go; 2. Friends fondly cherished have passed on before; Waiting, they watch me approaching the shore; Singing, to cheer me through death's chilling gloom, "Joyfully, joyfully haste to thy home." Sounds of sweet melody fall on my ear; Harps of the blessed, your voices I hear! Rings with the harmony heaven's high dome, "Joyfully, joyfully haste to thy home. 3. Death, with thy weapons of war lay me low; W. HUNTER. "JOYFULLY," Concluded. Pilgrim and stranger no more shall I roam, Joy - fully, joyfully resting at home. 41 42 AROUSE, NEW ENGLAND SONS, AROUSE ! Arr. by J. W. D. 1. With banner and with badge we come, An army true and strong; To fight against the hosts of rum, And 2. "Cold Water Army" is our name, O, may we faithful be; And so in truth and justice claim The CHORUS. this shall be our song: We love the clear cold water springs, Supplied by gentle showers; To feel the strength cold blessings of the free. We love, &c. 9 water brings, The vic-to- ry is ours. 3 Though others love their rum and wine, 4 I pledge to thee this hand of mine, 47 Song of Freedom. C. M. 1 Arouse! New England sons, arouse! 2 In bondage! Men whom freedom nursed In her own chosen home! Where patriots' blood was freely poured In holy martyrdom ? 3 Arouse! New England sons, arouse! If here supinely ye will sleep, 4 Arouse, and see how false the name The tyrant's galling chain? 5 Free, while the halls ye rear are burned! Free, while your sons are driven By slavery's mobs, because they dare 6 Free, while the very homes you've made 7 Arouse! New England sons, arouse! And strike for freedom and for God 8 Nail up your banner to the walls! TUNE-" Lily Dale." 1 Some love to drink from the foamy brink, O, water, bright water! pure, precious, free; 2 O, a goodly thing is the cooling spring, O, water, &c. 3 As pure as Heaven is the water given; 'Tis forever fresh and new; Distilled in the sky, it comes from on high, In the shower and the gentle dew. O, water, &c. 4 Let them say 'tis weak, yet its strength I'll For the worn rock owns its sway; [seek, And we're borne swift along by its wings so When it rises to fly away. [strong, O, water, &c. 5 There is strength in the glee of the mighty sea, When the loud, stormy wind doth blow; And a fearful sight is the cataract's might, As it leaps to the depths below. O, water, &c. |