# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | There is poison in the cup | | | | | | | |
d102 | There is woe in the wine cup | | | | | | | |
d103 | There sprang a tree of deadly name | | | | | | | |
d104 | There's much good cheer in youthful age | | | | | | | |
d105 | These temperance folks do crowd us awfully | | | | | | | |
d106 | Thou who in thy church of old | | | | | | | |
d107 | Thou wilt show me the path of life | | | | | | | |
d108 | Through the golden gates of morning | | | | | | | |
d109 | Times flies, they say, it flies | | | | | | | |
d110 | Tinkle, tinkle, silver clear | | | | | | | |
d111 | To his home, his once white | | | | | | | |
d112 | To our noble cause forever | | | | | | | |
d113 | Together, brothers, close bind | | | | | | | |
d114 | 'Twas midnight's sad and lonely hour | | | | | | | |
d115 | We are coming, blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
d116 | We are gathering for the conflict | | | | | | | |
d117 | We are willing to wait a little longer | | | | | | | |
d118 | We hail with joy unceasing | | | | | | | |
d119 | We hope for better days to come | | | | | | | |
d120 | Weep for the fallen, hang your heads in sorrow | | | | | | | |
d121 | Welcome art thou, worthy Templar | | | | | | | |
d122 | Welcome, stranger, to this Temple | | | | | | | |
d123 | We'll ne'er go back, so clear the track | | | | | | | |
d124 | Were I to search in all the ships | | | | | | | |
d125 | When Rechab's sons, in days of old | | | | | | | |
d126 | When the joyous day is dawning | | | | | | | |
d127 | Who is thy neighbor, he whom thou | | | | | | | |
d128 | With a light, cheerful song | | | | | | | |
d129 | With joy we hail thy presence here | | | | | | | |
d130 | Work in God's vineyard | | | | | | | |
d131 | Worthy is the Lamb that was slain | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]