A Thousand Years of Prohibition

1 Lift up your hearts in exultation,
Ye who have feared your fight was vain,
Hear the glad cry that thrills the nation,
We shall be free from liquor's chain.

Chorus:
A thousand years of prohibition,
Lift up your eyes, behold the dawn!
The Nation's hope shall find fruition,
When from our land the curse has gone.

2 Long have we fought against the demon,
Luring our sons to drunkard's graves:
Brothers of mine, let us be freemen,
Down with the drink that makes men slaves. [Chorus]

3 O land of ours, that weeps in sorrow
Over the graves that drink has made,
Pray and be glad, for on the morrow
Low in the dust the foe be laid. [Chorus]

4 God's on our side, He will not fail us,
Rise in the strength God gave us to-day;
Strike down the foes that would assail us,
Banish the liquor-curse for aye. [Chorus]

Source: The New Praiseworthy: for the Church and Sunday School #351