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d1 | All hail the temperance morning | | | | | | | |
d2 | Almost persuaded, now to be free | | | | | | | |
d3 | Brother hast thou wandered far | | | | | | | |
d4 | Come friends and brethren, all unite | | | | | | | |
d5 | Come, swell the ranks of temperance | | | | | | | |
d6 | Do I refuse, 'Tis but a glass of sparkling wine | | | | | | | |
d7 | Drop a glad thanksgiving from your lips tonight | | | | | | | |
d8 | Fill the ranks with soldiers | | | | | | | |
d9 | Friends of temperance, quick to arms | | | | | | | |
d10 | From brightest crystal fountain | | | | | | | |
d11 | Hark, the voice of choral song Floats upon the breeze along | | | | | | | |
d12 | Hear the glorious anthem swelling | | | | | | | |
d13 | Heavenly Father, give thy blessing | | | | | | | |
d14 | Ho, my comrades, see the signal waving | | | | | | | |
d15 | Ho sound the tocsin shout aloud hurrah | | | | | | | |
d16 | How can you drink again, my friend | | | | | | | |
d17 | How tenderly Jesus loves us | | | | | | | |
d18 | Hurrah, for sparkling water | | | | | | | |
d19 | I have drank the social glass, boys | | | | | | | |
d20 | I saw a wayworn traveler | | | | | | | |
d21 | Let the children come to me, said the blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
d22 | Let us gather in the children | | | | | | | |
d23 | Look at your loved ones my brother | | | | | | | |
d24 | Loose the life boat, set it bounding | | | | | | | |
d25 | Mother, dear mother, if friends may draw near | | | | | | | |
d26 | My country, 'tis for thee Whose boast is liberty | | | | | | | |
d27 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
d28 | Nay, touch it not, 'tis poison | | | | | | | |
d29 | Now to heaven our prayer [prayers] [cry] ascending | | | | | | | |
d30 | O have you heard the glorious news that round | | | | | | | |
d31 | O how sweet 'tis to toil | | | | | | | |
d32 | O patiently we've waited To see the happy day | | | | | | | |
d33 | Only a sister pleading tonight | | | | | | | |
d34 | Out in the gloomy night, sadly I roam | | | | | | | |
d35 | Pure through the veins the life tide flows | | | | | | | |
d36 | Rally, let us rally and for temperance boldly stand | | | | | | | |
d37 | Rally round the temperance banner | | | | | | | |
d38 | Rescue the man who to dram shops will go | | | | | | | |
d39 | Say brother, will you join us | | | | | | | |
d40 | See the temperance banner waving | | | | | | | |
d41 | Should auld acquaintance be forgot, who've fallen by the way | | | | | | | |
d42 | Sing we merrily | | | | | | | |
d43 | Something to do, has been ringing today | | | | | | | |
d44 | Sowing the [their] seed by the daylight [dawnlight] fair | | | | | | | |
d45 | Stand firm for temperance, nobly stand | | | | | | | |
d46 | Stand up, stand up for Temperance | | | | | | | |
d47 | The army of temperance is gathering its men | | | | | | | |
d48 | The gospel blue, the badge that you | | | | | | | |
d49 | The heart of home is beaming | | | | | | | |
d50 | The light of truth is breaking | | | | | | | |
d51 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d52 | The temperance wave O may it roll | | | | | | | |
d53 | The wave is rolling far and wide | | | | | | | |
d54 | There is dawning a glorious day | | | | | | | |
d55 | There were ninety and nine that [who] safely lay | | | | | | | |
d56 | There's a hope that is richer by far | | | | | | | |
d57 | Touch not the cup, it is death to thy [the] soul | | | | | | | |
d58 | Unfurl the temperance banner and fling it to the breeze | | | | | | | |
d59 | Wandering in the paths of folly | | | | | | | |
d60 | We come, dear friends, to proffer | | | | | | | |
d61 | We come, great God, to thee In deep humility | | | | | | | |
d62 | We have gathered here tonight | | | | | | | |
d63 | We will rally in our might | | | | | | | |
d64 | We will work for temperance movements | | | | | | | |
d65 | Welcome, comrades, glad we greet you | | | | | | | |
d66 | We'll drink no more the beaming wine, we'll be no more | | | | | | | |
d67 | We're marching to Canaan with banner and song | | | | | | | |
d68 | When my little weeping child | | | | | | | |
d69 | When the right over wrong shall prevail when the | | | | | | | |
d70 | Who hath sorrows, who hath woes, Who hath babblings? | | | | | | | |
d71 | With banner and with badge we come | | | | | | | |
d72 | Yield not to temptation, for yielding is sin | | | | | | | |