Melodies for the Temperance Band

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Editor: Phineas Stowe
Publisher: Nathaniel Noyes, Boston, Mass., 1856
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d1A cheering ray of hope has gleamed Around the hardy
d2A dark lane in the city, contained a drunkard's cot
d3A glorious day is breaking
d4A glorious light has burst around us
d5A life of temperance
d6A poor wayfaring man of grief Hath often crossed
d7A wail comes o'er the wave, And speaks of sighing
d8Again thou leavest thy youthful home
d9All nature swell the temperance strain
d10Am I my brother's keeper, Yes, bound by the social ties
d11As the full moon with silver flame
d12Be present at our meeting, Lord
d13Before all causes, east or west, I love the temperance cau
d14Benighted on the troublous main
d15Blow ye [you] the trumpet, blow
d16Cease poor drunkard, I implore you
d17Cheerily, cheerily sound the joyful strain
d18Chide mildly the erring
d19Cold and cheerless, all alone
d20Come all dear children, gather round
d21Come, all ye true friends of the nation, Attend to humanity
d22Come, come, come to the fount clear and sweet
d23Come, join our youthful, happy band
d24Come, join the splendid temperance ship
d25Dear Father, drink no more, I pray
d26Dear Savior, teach our hearts
d27Death, death to the crested old serpent
d28Drink of this cup, it bears a charm
d29Drops of crystal water, O, the summer showers
d30Drunkards once were given up
d31Father, the storm is loud
d32Fill no bumper fair, every drop you sprinkle
d33Friends of freedom, swell the song
d34From every fertile prairie
d35From many a noble vessel
d36From the bright crystal fountain
d37From the mountain top and valley
d38Give me a glass of water cold
d39Go, feel what I have felt
d40Go, go, thou that enslavest me
d41God of the seas, thy [thine awful] thundering
d42Good night, good night, to every one
d43Great Author of creation
d44Hail, temperance, fair celestial ray
d45Hail to the glorious cause of truth
d46Hand me the bowl, ye jovial band
d47He comes not in the murky storm
d48Heavenly Father, give thy blessing
d49Help us to feel for drunken man
d50How bright the page whose every thought
d51How sweet is that home where the weary shall rest
d52I heard a bitter sigh
d53I heard a voice from heaven address the thoughtless thron
d54I saw a little girl, with half uncovered form
d55I'll tarry not in all the plain
d56I'm gazing on the grave, mother,
d57I'm very fond of a social glass
d58In a quiet churchyard
d59In life's fair dawn all bright and gay
d60In life's gay morn when all is bright
d61Intemperance, like a raging flood
d62It requires not the learning of Greece or Rome
d63I've struggled hard, yet all in vain
d64Let temperance and her sons rejoice
d65Let the still air rejoice
d66Let thy devotees extol thee
d67Lo Zion droops in vain in vain
d68Long ago, long ago, in the old bay state
d69May every year but draw more near
d70Merrily the temperance horn
d71Mid scenes of reflection on times which are past
d72Mid sorrows and sadness I'm destined to roam
d73Mother, dry that flowing tear
d74Mother, Mother, I must leave thee, Far o'er ocean's billow
d75No more the sparkling glass invites
d76Not they are happiest who possess
d77O come, come away, from labor now reposing
d78O how happy are they who their conscience obey
d79O lady fair, why art thou weeping
d80O look not on the wine cup, friend
d81O Pilot, 'tis a fearful night
d82O pity me, lady, I'm hungry and cold
d83O pity the drunkard, in sadness he pines
d84O soft sleep the hills on their sunny repose
d85O spare my child, in mercy spare
d86O think on the sailor tossed on the billow
d87O touch it not, for deep within
d88O what a gloomy sight Is a distillery
d89O'er Arabia's dreary sands, Isr'l passed to distant lands
d90O'er Mexic's bounding billow, O'er Plymouth's icy strand
d91One drinks because he's very hot
d92Our fathers fought in days gone by
d93Our good old ship is under way
d94Praise, praise to him, O Lord on high
d95Press on ye band who nobly brave
d96Rouse ye friends of temperance
d97Say not that woman's voice must stay its silvery note
d98See, brothers, see, how the cause speeds on
d99See, daylight is fading o'er earth [the earth] and o'er ocean
d100Shall 'ere cold water be forgot

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