Hymn

From the bright crystal fountain
That flows in beauty free,
From shady hill and mountain
Fill high the cup for me!
Sing of the sparkling waters,
Sing of the cooling spring--
Let Freedom's sons and daughters
Their joyous tribute bring.


From many a happy dwelling,
Late misery's dark abode,
Now the glad peal is swelling--
The hymn of praise to God.
Hear the glad song ascending,
From many thankful hearts;
Hope, Joy, and Peace are blending,
And each its aid imparts.


We'll join the tuneful chorus,
And raise our song on high;
The cheering view before us
Delights the raptured eye;--
The glorious cause is gaining
New strength from day to day,--
The drunkard host is waning,
Before cold water's sway.