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d1 | A cheering ray of hope has gleamed Around the hardy | | | | | | | |
d2 | A dark lane in the city, contained a drunkard's cot | | | | | | | |
d3 | A glorious day is breaking | | | | | | | |
d4 | A glorious light has burst around us | | | | | | | |
d5 | A life of temperance | | | | | | | |
d6 | A poor wayfaring man of grief Hath often crossed | | | | | | | |
d7 | A wail comes o'er the wave, And speaks of sighing | | | | | | | |
d8 | Again thou leavest thy youthful home | | | | | | | |
d9 | All nature swell the temperance strain | | | | | | | |
d10 | Am I my brother's keeper, Yes, bound by the social ties | | | | | | | |
d11 | As the full moon with silver flame | | | | | | | |
d12 | Be present at our meeting, Lord | | | | | | | |
d13 | Before all causes, east or west, I love the temperance cau | | | | | | | |
d14 | Benighted on the troublous main | | | | | | | |
d15 | Blow ye [you] the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
d16 | Cease poor drunkard, I implore you | | | | | | | |
d17 | Cheerily, cheerily sound the joyful strain | | | | | | | |
d18 | Chide mildly the erring | | | | | | | |
d19 | Cold and cheerless, all alone | | | | | | | |
d20 | Come all dear children, gather round | | | | | | | |
d21 | Come, all ye true friends of the nation, Attend to humanity | | | | | | | |
d22 | Come, come, come to the fount clear and sweet | | | | | | | |
d23 | Come, join our youthful, happy band | | | | | | | |
d24 | Come, join the splendid temperance ship | | | | | | | |
d25 | Dear Father, drink no more, I pray | | | | | | | |
d26 | Dear Savior, teach our hearts | | | | | | | |
d27 | Death, death to the crested old serpent | | | | | | | |
d28 | Drink of this cup, it bears a charm | | | | | | | |
d29 | Drops of crystal water, O, the summer showers | | | | | | | |
d30 | Drunkards once were given up | | | | | | | |
d31 | Father, the storm is loud | | | | | | | |
d32 | Fill no bumper fair, every drop you sprinkle | | | | | | | |
d33 | Friends of freedom, swell the song | | | | | | | |
d34 | From every fertile prairie | | | | | | | |
d35 | From many a noble vessel | | | | | | | |
d36 | From the bright crystal fountain | | | | | | | |
d37 | From the mountain top and valley | | | | | | | |
d38 | Give me a glass of water cold | | | | | | | |
d39 | Go, feel what I have felt | | | | | | | |
d40 | Go, go, thou that enslavest me | | | | | | | |
d41 | God of the seas, thy [thine awful] thundering | | | | | | | |
d42 | Good night, good night, to every one | | | | | | | |
d43 | Great Author of creation | | | | | | | |
d44 | Hail, temperance, fair celestial ray | | | | | | | |
d45 | Hail to the glorious cause of truth | | | | | | | |
d46 | Hand me the bowl, ye jovial band | | | | | | | |
d47 | He comes not in the murky storm | | | | | | | |
d48 | Heavenly Father, give thy blessing | | | | | | | |
d49 | Help us to feel for drunken man | | | | | | | |
d50 | How bright the page whose every thought | | | | | | | |
d51 | How sweet is that home where the weary shall rest | | | | | | | |
d52 | I heard a bitter sigh | | | | | | | |
d53 | I heard a voice from heaven address the thoughtless thron | | | | | | | |
d54 | I saw a little girl, with half uncovered form | | | | | | | |
d55 | I'll tarry not in all the plain | | | | | | | |
d56 | I'm gazing on the grave, mother, | | | | | | | |
d57 | I'm very fond of a social glass | | | | | | | |
d58 | In a quiet churchyard | | | | | | | |
d59 | In life's fair dawn all bright and gay | | | | | | | |
d60 | In life's gay morn when all is bright | | | | | | | |
d61 | Intemperance, like a raging flood | | | | | | | |
d62 | It requires not the learning of Greece or Rome | | | | | | | |
d63 | I've struggled hard, yet all in vain | | | | | | | |
d64 | Let temperance and her sons rejoice | | | | | | | |
d65 | Let the still air rejoice | | | | | | | |
d66 | Let thy devotees extol thee | | | | | | | |
d67 | Lo Zion droops in vain in vain | | | | | | | |
d68 | Long ago, long ago, in the old bay state | | | | | | | |
d69 | May every year but draw more near | | | | | | | |
d70 | Merrily the temperance horn | | | | | | | |
d71 | Mid scenes of reflection on times which are past | | | | | | | |
d72 | Mid sorrows and sadness I'm destined to roam | | | | | | | |
d73 | Mother, dry that flowing tear | | | | | | | |
d74 | Mother, Mother, I must leave thee, Far o'er ocean's billow | | | | | | | |
d75 | No more the sparkling glass invites | | | | | | | |
d76 | Not they are happiest who possess | | | | | | | |
d77 | O come, come away, from labor now reposing | | | | | | | |
d78 | O how happy are they who their conscience obey | | | | | | | |
d79 | O lady fair, why art thou weeping | | | | | | | |
d80 | O look not on the wine cup, friend | | | | | | | |
d81 | O Pilot, 'tis a fearful night | | | | | | | |
d82 | O pity me, lady, I'm hungry and cold | | | | | | | |
d83 | O pity the drunkard, in sadness he pines | | | | | | | |
d84 | O soft sleep the hills on their sunny repose | | | | | | | |
d85 | O spare my child, in mercy spare | | | | | | | |
d86 | O think on the sailor tossed on the billow | | | | | | | |
d87 | O touch it not, for deep within | | | | | | | |
d88 | O what a gloomy sight Is a distillery | | | | | | | |
d89 | O'er Arabia's dreary sands, Isr'l passed to distant lands | | | | | | | |
d90 | O'er Mexic's bounding billow, O'er Plymouth's icy strand | | | | | | | |
d91 | One drinks because he's very hot | | | | | | | |
d92 | Our fathers fought in days gone by | | | | | | | |
d93 | Our good old ship is under way | | | | | | | |
d94 | Praise, praise to him, O Lord on high | | | | | | | |
d95 | Press on ye band who nobly brave | | | | | | | |
d96 | Rouse ye friends of temperance | | | | | | | |
d97 | Say not that woman's voice must stay its silvery note | | | | | | | |
d98 | See, brothers, see, how the cause speeds on | | | | | | | |
d99 | See, daylight is fading o'er earth [the earth] and o'er ocean | | | | | | | |
d100 | Shall 'ere cold water be forgot | | | | | | | |