1867
Fanny J. Crosby
George F. Root
The New Golden Shower
28
4/4
Bb
4
6
1 Friends of Temperance, quick to arms, We must struggle for the right; And our noble cause with vigor we'll defend, See the foe is gaining ground. We must meet him in the fight, And be faithful and courageous to the end. Chorus: Marching onward, ever onward, Sounding still the battle cry; Soon the tyrant shall be slave, To our army bold and brave! We shall gain a glorious victory by and by. 2 Like the fatal wind that sweeps O'er the deserts burning plain; Is the deep and deadly poison of his breath, While the aged and the young; He is binding with a chain, That will lead them on by thousands down to death. 3 Throw our banner to the breeze, Let the wings that claim redress, Be our signal and our watchword as we go; Like the veterans of the past, We will never, never rest. Till our weapons deal destruction to the foe. 4 Friends of Temperance, quick to arms, We must struggle for the right; And our noble cause with vigor we'll defend; See the foe is gaining ground, We must meet him in the fight-- And be faithful and courageous to the end.