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d1 | A glorious day is dawning, And o'er the waking | | | | | | | |
d2 | A voice is heard which hell alarms | | | | | | | |
d3 | Alcohol, the foe of free men | | | | | | | |
d4 | Am I my brother's keeper, Yes, bound by the social ties | | | | | | | |
d5 | At the polls take your position | | | | | | | |
d6 | Baptist, Baptist is my name | | | | | | | |
d7 | Be with us, Lord, as from this place we go | | | | | | | |
d8 | Bring the good old bugle, boys, We'll sing another song | | | | | | | |
d9 | Brothers, sisters, welcome here | | | | | | | |
d10 | Camp meeting down the wilderness | | | | | | | |
d11 | Come and join us in our pleasures | | | | | | | |
d12 | Come, friends and brethren, all unite | | | | | | | |
d13 | Come to the rescue, my brother | | | | | | | |
d14 | Courage, brother, do not stumble | | | | | | | |
d15 | Dear brother, come home | | | | | | | |
d16 | Don't cross the line, boys | | | | | | | |
d17 | Far out upon life's ocean | | | | | | | |
d18 | Father in heaven thy kingdom come | | | | | | | |
d19 | Fling aloft the temperance banner | | | | | | | |
d20 | Friends of freedom, lift your banners | | | | | | | |
d21 | Friends of temperance, quick to arms | | | | | | | |
d22 | Friends of temperance, welcome here | | | | | | | |
d23 | From New England's granite hills to Dixie | | | | | | | |
d24 | From the mountain top and valley | | | | | | | |
d25 | Gently chide the weak and sinful | | | | | | | |
d26 | Go sound the trumpet's martial strain | | | | | | | |
d27 | God be with you till we meet again | | | | | | | |
d28 | God bless our noble state | | | | | | | |
d29 | God bless our temperance band | | | | | | | |
d30 | God bless the home, though humble | | | | | | | |
d31 | Gracious Father, thou art taking | | | | | | | |
d32 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
d33 | Hail, the temperance reformation | | | | | | | |
d34 | Hark, the bells are ringing, Let us laugh with joy | | | | | | | |
d35 | Hark, ye voters, hear the bugle | | | | | | | |
d36 | Heavenly Father, give thy blessing | | | | | | | |
d37 | Here and there throughout the land | | | | | | | |
d38 | Ho, my brethren, true and faithful | | | | | | | |
d39 | Ho, my comrades, see our banner | | | | | | | |
d40 | Ho ye friends of prohibition | | | | | | | |
d41 | I hear the angels cry | | | | | | | |
d42 | I was a brandy blossom | | | | | | | |
d43 | I would not enter whiskey shop | | | | | | | |
d44 | I'm a thorough going temperance man | | | | | | | |
d45 | I'm mama's little darling | | | | | | | |
d46 | In the wretched haunts of vice | | | | | | | |
d47 | I've no need to be a Templar | | | | | | | |
d48 | Keep the temperance banner waving | | | | | | | |
d49 | Let the still air rejoice | | | | | | | |
d50 | Life's morn soon flies away | | | | | | | |
d51 | Mine eyes have seen the glory | | | | | | | |
d52 | My country, broad and fine | | | | | | | |
d53 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
d54 | My country, 'tis to thee, | | | | | | | |
d55 | Now bound by honor's sacred laws | | | | | | | |
d56 | Now, friends, come gather in a ring | | | | | | | |
d57 | Now to heaven our prayer [prayers] [cry] ascending | | | | | | | |
d58 | O God, to thee we all | | | | | | | |
d59 | O help us Lord each hour of need | | | | | | | |
d60 | O Lord, in mercy bless | | | | | | | |
d61 | O rouse ye, Christian women | | | | | | | |
d62 | O the old folks would be happy | | | | | | | |
d63 | O the sadness of our homes | | | | | | | |
d64 | O think of the homes round us | | | | | | | |
d65 | O what a good time there will be | | | | | | | |
d66 | Of the loving household band | | | | | | | |
d67 | On brothers on to meet the foe | | | | | | | |
d68 | Onward, still to duty pressing | | | | | | | |
d69 | Our father's God, of thee | | | | | | | |
d70 | Out to [the] sea mid [midst] stormy gales | | | | | | | |
d71 | Pass the word along the column | | | | | | | |
d72 | Pleasant are the ties now binding | | | | | | | |
d73 | Pledged to honor, truth and duty | | | | | | | |
d74 | Rest, weary heart, From all thy silent grief(s) | | | | | | | |
d75 | Round the temperance standard rally | | | | | | | |
d76 | See, O see, the mighty wave | | | | | | | |
d77 | See the sparkling water, flowing now so free | | | | | | | |
d78 | Shout the joyous tidings | | | | | | | |
d79 | Stand for the right, brother, stand for the right | | | | | | | |
d80 | Storm the fort, ye gallant soldiers | | | | | | | |
d81 | Sweet home is a treasure | | | | | | | |
d82 | The goblet is sparkling and tempting to view | | | | | | | |
d83 | The landlord lives for gold alone | | | | | | | |
d84 | The Lord is our Refuge and Strength | | | | | | | |
d85 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d86 | The politicians now believe | | | | | | | |
d87 | The prohibition army is gathering | | | | | | | |
d88 | The prohibition banner, we'll unfurl it to the breeze | | | | | | | |
d89 | The temperance ball is rolling | | | | | | | |
d90 | The temperance folks are waking up | | | | | | | |
d91 | The temperance men are on their way | | | | | | | |
d92 | There's a great shining day drawing near | | | | | | | |
d93 | There's a time that is coming at last | | | | | | | |
d94 | There's an evil in the land | | | | | | | |
d95 | They tell us that the woods are full | | | | | | | |
d96 | Through the infant days I watched him | | | | | | | |
d97 | Thy mercy, Lord, we humbly seek | | | | | | | |
d98 | Tramp, tramp, tramp, in the drunkard's way | | | | | | | |
d99 | Up, brothers, up to work and pray | | | | | | | |
d100 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |