Melodies for the Temperance Ship. 5th thousand

#	Text	Tune
d1	A glorious day is breaking
d2	A mother's yearning heart of tenderness
d3	A wail comes o'er the breeze
d4	A wail comes o'er the wave, And speaks of sighing
d5	Again thou leavest thy youthful home
d6	All nature swell the temperance strain
d7	Am I my brother's keeper, Yes, bound by the social ties
d8	Are there tidings in yon vessel
d9	As flows the rapid river
d10	Be present at our meeting, Lord
d11	Behold the temperance ship is launched
d12	Chide mildly the erring
d13	Come, join the splendid temperance ship
d14	Dear Savior, teach our hearts
d15	Drink has a thousand treacherous arts
d16	Drink of this cup, it bears a charm
d17	Father, the storm is loud
d18	Friends of freedom, swell the song
d19	From many a noble vessel
d20	From the bright crystal fountain
d21	From the mountain top and valley
d22	Give me a glass of water cold
d23	Go, feel what I have felt
d24	Go, go, thou that enslavest me
d25	Go, speak to that brave seaman
d26	God gave the gift to man
d27	God is my [our] strong salvation
d28	God is the seamen's friend
d29	Gracious God, to thee belong
d30	Hail new born year, yes, new indeed
d31	Hail, temperance, fair celestial ray
d32	Hail to the glorious cause of truth
d33	Hand me the bowl, ye jovial band
d34	Help us to feel for drunken man
d35	Ho, everyone that thirsteth, come to the waters
d36	How bright the page whose every thought
d37	How long shall virtue languish
d38	I heard a bitter sigh
d39	I heard a voice from heaven address the thoughtless thron
d40	I think of thee, mother
d41	I'd sooner taste the Upas wave
d42	In life's fair dawn all bright and gay
d43	In the bright sunny land of the Italians' fair clime
d44	In the tempest of life when the wave and gale is round
d45	Intemperance, like a raging flood
d46	It was a balmy summer's night
d47	I've struggled hard, yet all in vain
d48	Just launched upon the ocean, where billows
d49	Lead us, heavenly Father, lead us, o'er
d50	Let temperance and her sons rejoice
d51	Lo Zion droops in vain in vain
d52	Mother, Mother, I must leave thee, Far o'er ocean's billow
d53	No more the sparkling glass invites
d54	No power but thine, O, God could bid The rolling waves be calm
d55	Not they are happiest who possess
d56	O God of sailors, hear
d57	O how happy are they who their conscience obey
d58	O look not on the wine cup, friend
d59	O pity me, lady, I'm hungry and cold
d60	O pray for the sailor, now far on the billow O think of his hardships, temptation and pain
d61	O speed thee on, thou temperance ship
d62	O touch it not, for deep within
d63	O'er Arabia's dreary sands, Isr'l passed to distant lands
d64	O'er Mexic's bounding billow, O'er Plymouth's icy strand
d65	One drinks because he's very hot
d66	Only this once, the wine cup glowed
d67	Praise, praise to him, O Lord on high
d68	Press on ye band who nobly brave
d69	Roll on, thou mighty ocean, And as thy billows
d70	Sailor lift up thy voice
d71	Shed not a tear, o'er your friend's early bier
d72	Shout, shout, your voices rise
d73	Sparkling and bright in its liquid light Is the water in our glasses
d74	Speed, speed the temperance ship
d75	Stay, mortal, stay, nor heedless thus
d76	Stay, stay thy hand, lift not the cup
d77	Stretched on a heap of straw, his bed
d78	Temperate in dress, I will not wear apparel rich and gay
d79	The drink that's in the drunkard's bowl
d80	The light ship, how welcome the beacon to me
d81	The murderous cup no more I'll take
d82	The night was dark and fearful
d83	The plague, the plague, bring out your dead
d84	The sailor on the boundless sea
d85	The seraphs bright are hovering
d86	The storm is on the deep
d87	The temperance cause is going on going on
d88	There sprang a tree of deadly name
d89	There's a draught that causeth sadness
d90	Thou art, O God, the Giver great, Of all
d91	Though hard the winds are blowing
d92	Though sore beset with gulit and fear
d93	'Tis but a drop
d94	Together now we'll sweetly live
d95	Touch not the cup, it is death to thy [the] soul
d96	We are scattered, we are scattered, Though a joyful band
d97	We praise thee, Father, Thou who didst, in thy creative
d98	We praise thee, Lord, if but one soul
d99	We were crowded in the cabin
d100	When bright rosy morning peeps over the hills