Melodies for the Temperance Ship. 5th thousand

Compare this hymnal
Editor: Phineas Stowe
Publisher: Phineas Stowe, Boston, Mass., 1854
#TextTuneText InfoTune InfoTextScorePage ScanAudio
d1A glorious day is breaking
d2A mother's yearning heart of tenderness
d3A wail comes o'er the breeze
d4A wail comes o'er the wave, And speaks of sighing
d5Again thou leavest thy youthful home
d6All nature swell the temperance strain
d7Am I my brother's keeper, Yes, bound by the social ties
d8Are there tidings in yon vessel
d9As flows the rapid river
d10Be present at our meeting, Lord
d11Behold the temperance ship is launched
d12Chide mildly the erring
d13Come, join the splendid temperance ship
d14Dear Savior, teach our hearts
d15Drink has a thousand treacherous arts
d16Drink of this cup, it bears a charm
d17Father, the storm is loud
d18Friends of freedom, swell the song
d19From many a noble vessel
d20From the bright crystal fountain
d21From the mountain top and valley
d22Give me a glass of water cold
d23Go, feel what I have felt
d24Go, go, thou that enslavest me
d25Go, speak to that brave seaman
d26God gave the gift to man
d27God is my [our] strong salvation
d28God is the seamen's friend
d29Gracious God, to thee belong
d30Hail new born year, yes, new indeed
d31Hail, temperance, fair celestial ray
d32Hail to the glorious cause of truth
d33Hand me the bowl, ye jovial band
d34Help us to feel for drunken man
d35Ho, everyone that thirsteth, come to the waters
d36How bright the page whose every thought
d37How long shall virtue languish
d38I heard a bitter sigh
d39I heard a voice from heaven address the thoughtless thron
d40I think of thee, mother
d41I'd sooner taste the Upas wave
d42In life's fair dawn all bright and gay
d43In the bright sunny land of the Italians' fair clime
d44In the tempest of life when the wave and gale is round
d45Intemperance, like a raging flood
d46It was a balmy summer's night
d47I've struggled hard, yet all in vain
d48Just launched upon the ocean, where billows
d49Lead us, heavenly Father, lead us, o'er
d50Let temperance and her sons rejoice
d51Lo Zion droops in vain in vain
d52Mother, Mother, I must leave thee, Far o'er ocean's billow
d53No more the sparkling glass invites
d54No power but thine, O, God could bid The rolling waves be calm
d55Not they are happiest who possess
d56O God of sailors, hear
d57O how happy are they who their conscience obey
d58O look not on the wine cup, friend
d59O pity me, lady, I'm hungry and cold
d60O pray for the sailor, now far on the billow O think of his hardships, temptation and pain
d61O speed thee on, thou temperance ship
d62O touch it not, for deep within
d63O'er Arabia's dreary sands, Isr'l passed to distant lands
d64O'er Mexic's bounding billow, O'er Plymouth's icy strand
d65One drinks because he's very hot
d66Only this once, the wine cup glowed
d67Praise, praise to him, O Lord on high
d68Press on ye band who nobly brave
d69Roll on, thou mighty ocean, And as thy billows
d70Sailor lift up thy voice
d71Shed not a tear, o'er your friend's early bier
d72Shout, shout, your voices rise
d73Sparkling and bright in its liquid light Is the water in our glasses
d74Speed, speed the temperance ship
d75Stay, mortal, stay, nor heedless thus
d76Stay, stay thy hand, lift not the cup
d77Stretched on a heap of straw, his bed
d78Temperate in dress, I will not wear apparel rich and gay
d79The drink that's in the drunkard's bowl
d80The light ship, how welcome the beacon to me
d81The murderous cup no more I'll take
d82The night was dark and fearful
d83The plague, the plague, bring out your dead
d84The sailor on the boundless sea
d85The seraphs bright are hovering
d86The storm is on the deep
d87The temperance cause is going on going on
d88There sprang a tree of deadly name
d89There's a draught that causeth sadness
d90Thou art, O God, the Giver great, Of all
d91Though hard the winds are blowing
d92Though sore beset with gulit and fear
d93'Tis but a drop
d94Together now we'll sweetly live
d95Touch not the cup, it is death to thy [the] soul
d96We are scattered, we are scattered, Though a joyful band
d97We praise thee, Father, Thou who didst, in thy creative
d98We praise thee, Lord, if but one soul
d99We were crowded in the cabin
d100When bright rosy morning peeps over the hills

[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]
Suggestions or corrections? Contact us



Advertisements