1 Round the temp'rance standard rally
All the friends of human kind;
Snatch the devotees of folly,
Wretched, perishing, and blind:
Loudly tell them
How they comfort now may find.
2 Bear the blissful tidings onwards,
Bear them all the world around;
Let the myriads thronging downwards,
Hear the sweet and blissful sound,
In the paths of peace be found.
3 Plant the temp'rance standard firmly;
Round it live and round it die;
Young and old defend it sternly,
Till we gain the victory,
And all nations
Hail the happy jubilee.
Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #970