Christusregnat
Puritan Board Professor
Hello All,
We bought a Baptist Hymnal from the mid 20th Century about 10 years ago, and it had a delightful little jewel of a hymn that is to the tune of "O Tenenbaum":
There's danger in the flowing bowl!
Touch not, taste not, handle not!
'Twill ruin body, ruin soul!
Touch not, taste not, handle not!
'Twill rob the pocket of its cash;
'Twill scourge thee with a cruel lash;
And all thy hopes of pleasure dash,
Touch not, taste not, handle not!
"Strong drink is raging," God hath said:
Touch not, taste not, handle not!
And thousands it hath captive led!
Touch not, taste not, handle not!
It leads the young, and strong and brave;
It leads them to a drunkard's grave;
It leads them where no arm can save--
Touch not, taste not, handle not!
Come let us join each heart and hand,
Touch not, taste not, handle not!
To drive the traffic from the land;
Touch not, taste not, handle not!
We need the strongest, bravest hearts
To foil the cruel tempter's arts,
And heal his fearful wounds and smarts--
Touch not, taste not, handle not!
Oh, hasten, then the happy time!
Touch not, taste not, handle not!
When joyful bells their notes will chime;
Touch not, taste not, handle not!
Then raise the temp'rance flag on high,
And lift your voices to the sky--
Sing glory be to God on high!
Touch not, taste not, handle not!
The verse above the "hymn" is, of course Paul's injunction to not buy into this paganism.
Of course, in our family, this quickly became "O Temp'rance Tree! O Temp'rance Tree!"
Cheers,
We bought a Baptist Hymnal from the mid 20th Century about 10 years ago, and it had a delightful little jewel of a hymn that is to the tune of "O Tenenbaum":
There's danger in the flowing bowl!
Touch not, taste not, handle not!
'Twill ruin body, ruin soul!
Touch not, taste not, handle not!
'Twill rob the pocket of its cash;
'Twill scourge thee with a cruel lash;
And all thy hopes of pleasure dash,
Touch not, taste not, handle not!
"Strong drink is raging," God hath said:
Touch not, taste not, handle not!
And thousands it hath captive led!
Touch not, taste not, handle not!
It leads the young, and strong and brave;
It leads them to a drunkard's grave;
It leads them where no arm can save--
Touch not, taste not, handle not!
Come let us join each heart and hand,
Touch not, taste not, handle not!
To drive the traffic from the land;
Touch not, taste not, handle not!
We need the strongest, bravest hearts
To foil the cruel tempter's arts,
And heal his fearful wounds and smarts--
Touch not, taste not, handle not!
Oh, hasten, then the happy time!
Touch not, taste not, handle not!
When joyful bells their notes will chime;
Touch not, taste not, handle not!
Then raise the temp'rance flag on high,
And lift your voices to the sky--
Sing glory be to God on high!
Touch not, taste not, handle not!
The verse above the "hymn" is, of course Paul's injunction to not buy into this paganism.
Of course, in our family, this quickly became "O Temp'rance Tree! O Temp'rance Tree!"
Cheers,