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    O
  
  
    COME
  
  
    AWAY
  
  
    H.
  
  
    M.
  
    "And
  
  
    be
  
  
    not
  
  
    drunk
  
  
    with
  
  
    wine
  
  
    wherein
  
  
    is
  
  
    excess:"
  
  
    Eph.
  
  
    5-18.
  
    Key
  
  
    of
  
  
    D
  
  
    Major,
  
    1.
  
  
    O
  
  
    come,
  
  
    come
  
  
    a
  
  
    -
  
  
    way,
  
  
    From
  
  
    la
  
  
    -
  
  
    bour
  
  
    now
  
  
    re
  
  
    -
  
  
    pos
  
  
    -
  
  
    ing,
  
  
    Our
  
  
    ju
  
  
    -
  
  
    bi
  
  
    -
  
  
    lee
  
  
    has
  
  
    set
  
  
    us
  
  
    free.
  
  
    -O
  
  
    come,
  
  
    come
  
  
    a
  
  
    way!
  
    2.
  
  
    We
  
  
    wel
  
  
    -
  
  
    come
  
  
    you
  
  
    here!
  
  
    With
  
  
    heart
  
  
    and
  
  
    hand
  
  
    wide
  
  
    o
  
  
    -
  
  
    pen,
  
  
    Ye
  
  
    gal
  
  
    -
  
  
    lant
  
  
    sons
  
  
    of
  
  
    tem-per-ance,
  
  
    We
  
  
    wel
  
  
    -
  
  
    come
  
  
    you
  
  
    here!
  
    3.
  
  
    We
  
  
    wel
  
  
    -
  
  
    come
  
  
    you
  
  
    here!
  
  
    Ye
  
  
    who
  
  
    with
  
  
    taste
  
  
    per
  
  
    -
  
  
    vert
  
  
    ed
  
  
    Have
  
  
    seized
  
  
    the
  
  
    cup, and
  
  
    drank
  
  
    it
  
  
    up,-
  
  
    We
  
  
    wel
  
  
    -
  
  
    come
  
  
    you
  
  
    here!
  
    4.
  
  
    We
  
  
    wel
  
  
    -
  
  
    come
  
  
    yon
  
  
    here!
  
  
    Ye
  
  
    who
  
  
    your
  
  
    vows
  
  
    have
  
  
    brok
  
  
    -
  
  
    en,
  
  
    Fall-ing
  
  
    be-fore
  
  
    the
  
  
    tem-ter's
  
  
    power,-
  
  
    We
  
  
    wel
  
  
    -
  
  
    come
  
  
    you
  
  
    herel!
  
    5. We
  
  
    wel
  
  
    -
  
  
    come
  
  
    you
  
  
    here!
  
  
    Ye
  
  
    maids
  
  
    and
  
  
    ma
  
  
    -
  
  
    trons
  
  
    love-ly
  
  
    Whose
  
  
    charms,
  
  
    we
  
  
    yeild,
  
  
    must
  
  
    win
  
  
    the
  
  
    field,
  
  
    We
  
  
    wel
  
  
    -
  
  
    come
  
  
    you
  
  
    here.
  
    Come,
  
  
    hail
  
  
    the
  
  
    day
  
  
    that
  
  
    cel
  
  
    -
  
  
    e
  
  
    -
  
  
    brates
  
  
    The
  
  
    ran
  
  
    -
  
  
    som
  
  
    of
  
  
    th'in
  
  
    -e
  
  
    bri
  
  
    -
  
  
    ates
  
  
    From
  
  
    all
  
  
    that
  
  
    in
  
  
    -
  
  
    tox
  
  
    -
  
  
    cates,
  
  
    O
  
  
    come,
  
  
    come
  
  
    a
  
  
    way!
  
    Heav
  
  
    'ns
  
  
    bless-ings
  
  
    on
  
  
    your plans we
  
  
    pray!
  
  
    Ye
  
  
    come
  
  
    our
  
  
    sinking
  
  
    friends
  
  
    to
  
  
    save,
  
  
    and
  
  
    res
  
  
    -
  
  
    cue
  
  
    from
  
  
    a
  
  
    drunk-ard's
  
  
    grave,
  
  
    We
  
  
    wel
  
  
    -
  
  
    come
  
  
    you
  
  
    here
  
    Come,
  
  
    join
  
  
    us
  
  
    in
  
  
    our
  
  
    holy
  
  
    aim,
  
  
    the
  
  
    poor
  
  
    be
  
  
    -
  
  
    sot
  
  
    -
  
  
    ted
  
  
    to
  
  
    re
  
  
    -
  
  
    claim,
  
  
    The
  
  
    broken
  
  
    heart
  
  
    to
  
  
    cheer
  
  
    a
  
  
    -
  
  
    gain,
  
  
    -O
  
  
    come,
  
  
    sign
  
  
    the
  
  
    pledge!
  
    Ye
  
  
    who
  
  
    have
  
  
    sold
  
  
    your-selves
  
  
    for
  
  
    naught,
  
  
    Take
  
  
    back
  
  
    the
  
  
    price
  
  
    -
  
  
    less
  
  
    boon
  
  
    you
  
  
    bought,
  
  
    O
  
  
    take
  
  
    a
  
  
    sober,
  
  
    second
  
  
    thougt,
  
  
    and
  
  
    try,
  
  
    try
  
  
    again!
  
    Ye
  
  
    who
  
  
    have
  
  
    hearts
  
  
    to
  
  
    feel
  
  
    for
  
  
    woe,
  
  
    Wide
  
  
    as
  
  
    the
  
  
    streams
  
  
    of
  
  
    sor
  
  
    -
  
  
    row
  
  
    flow,
  
  
    O
  
  
    frown
  
  
    on
  
  
    the
  
  
    dead
  
  
    -
  
  
    ly
  
  
    foe
  
  
    But
  
  
    smile
  
  
    on
  
  
    the
  
  
    sons!
  
    The
  
  
    above
  
  
    tune
  
  
    was
  
  
    first
  
  
    published
  
  
    in
  
  
    the
  
  
    Sacred
  
  
    Harp
  
  
    by
  
  
    B.
  
  
    F.
  
  
    White
  
  
    in
  
  
    1850.
  
  
    It
  
  
    is
  
  
    one
  
  
    of
  
  
    the
  
  
    temperance
  
  
    songs,
  
  
    composed
  
  
    for
  
  
    a
  
  
    temperance
  
  
    association.
  
  
    called
  
    the
  
  
    sons
  
  
    of
  
  
    temperance.
  
  
    This
  
  
    association
  
  
    had
  
  
    quite
  
  
    a
  
  
    collection
  
  
    of
  
  
    tunes
  
  
    on
  
  
    the
  
  
    same
  
  
    order
  
  
    of
  
  
    the
  
  
    above.
  
  
    This
  
  
    tune
  
  
    is
  
  
    supposed
  
  
    to
  
  
    have
  
  
    been
  
  
    taken
  
  
    from
  
  
    one
  
  
    of
  
  
    these
  
    collections.
  
  
    It
  
  
    also
  
  
    appears
  
  
    in
  
  
    the
  
  
    Christian
  
  
    Harmony
  
  
    by
  
  
    Walker
  
  
    1866
  
  
    page
  
  
    358,
  
  
    also
  
  
    in
  
  
    Missouri
  
  
    Harmony
  
  
    by
  
  
    Carden
  
  
    in
  
  
    1827,
  
  
    and
  
  
    published
  
  
    in
  
  
    many
  
  
    other
  
  
    songs
  
    and
  
  
    tune
  
  
    books.
  
  
    Walker
  
  
    in
  
  
    his
  
  
    book
  
  
    gives
  
  
    William
  
  
    Houser
  
  
    credit
  
  
    for
  
  
    the
  
  
    treble.