| # | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
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| d1 | A glorious light has burst around us | | | | | | | |
| d2 | A little spring had lost its way | | | | | | | |
| d3 | A little spring we raise | | | | | | | |
| d4 | At our table here we sit | | | | | | | |
| d5 | Brightly beams the morning sun | | | | | | | |
| d6 | Brother haste, the tide is rising | | | | | | | |
| d7 | Cold water for ever, come, join in the cry | | | | | | | |
| d8 | Come and join us in our pleasures | | | | | | | |
| d9 | Come and sit beside the window | | | | | | | |
| d10 | Come, friends and brethren [brothers] all unite | | | | | | | |
| d11 | Come, listen awhile to me | | | | | | | |
| d12 | Dare to think, though bigots [others] frown | | | | | | | |
| d13 | Drinking in the crystal water | | | | | | | |
| d14 | Father, dear father, come home with me now | | | | | | | |
| d15 | Fill all your sparkling glasses high | | | | | | | |
| d16 | Friends of temperance, welcome here | | | | | | | |
| d17 | From the danoing billows free | | | | | | | |
| d18 | God of the temperance cause | | | | | | | |
| d19 | Hail, all hail, friends of right | | | | | | | |
| d20 | Hail, all hail, our worthy members | | | | | | | |
| d21 | Hark, how your leader's bugle is sounding | | | | | | | |
| d22 | Heavenly Father, give thy blessing | | | | | | | |
| d23 | How sweet, how heavenly is the sight | | | | | | | |
| d24 | I sing about a boy who dwelt | | | | | | | |
| d25 | In the sunlight flashing | | | | | | | |
| d26 | Jesus actuate and guide | | | | | | | |
| d27 | Now bound by honor's sacred laws | | | | | | | |
| d28 | Now cheer up, ye broken hearted | | | | | | | |
| d29 | O if for me the cup you fill | | | | | | | |
| d30 | O spare my child, in mercy spare | | | | | | | |
| d31 | O thou whose chosen place of birth | | | | | | | |
| d32 | Round the temperance standard rally | | | | | | | |
| d33 | Say, young folks, will you hear my story | | | | | | | |
| d34 | Shout at the reveler's banquet | | | | | | | |
| d35 | Some love to drink from the foamy brink | | | | | | | |
| d36 | Sparkling and bright in its liquid light | | | | | | | |
| d37 | Stand up, stand up for Temperance | | | | | | | |
| d38 | Sweet is the work, O Lord, Thy glorious name to sing | | | | | | | |
| d39 | Tell me, ye winged winds, that round my pathway roar | | | | | | | |
| d40 | The temperance folks are waking up | | | | | | | |
| d41 | Then sing we the praise of cold water | | | | | | | |
| d42 | There is a poison in the cup | | | | | | | |
| d43 | There is woe in the wine cup | | | | | | | |
| d44 | There sprang a tree of deadly name | | | | | | | |
| d45 | Through the golden gates of morning | | | | | | | |
| d46 | To our noble cause forever | | | | | | | |
| d47 | 'Twas midnight's sad and lonely hour | | | | | | | |
| d48 | We are gathering for the conflict | | | | | | | |
| d49 | Welcome to our order | | | | | | | |
| d50 | Were I to search in all the ships | | | | | | | |
| d51 | Whatever station we may fill | | | | | | | |
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