# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A little childish voice is stilled | | | | | | | |
d2 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
d3 | All through the land there's a deadly foe | | | | | | | |
d4 | An enemy strong in our land | | | | | | | |
d5 | At evening he retired to pray | | | | | | | |
d6 | Come, thou almighty King, Help us thy name to sing | | | | | | | |
d7 | De gray owl screechin on de chimbly top | | | | | | | |
d8 | Dear Lord, the day has been so long and drear | | | | | | | |
d9 | Down at the cross where my [the] Savior died | | | | | | | |
d10 | Down in a room all cozy and bright | | | | | | | |
d11 | Fight for prohibition, gird our armor on | | | | | | | |
d12 | Forty cakes of liquid woe, who'll buy | | | | | | | |
d13 | However the battle is ended | | | | | | | |
d14 | I am coming to the cross, I am poor | | | | | | | |
d15 | I have a song I love to sing, I'll sing it | | | | | | | |
d16 | If you failed when last you voted profit | | | | | | | |
d17 | If you strike a thorn or rose | | | | | | | |
d18 | If your vote is cast and counted | | | | | | | |
d19 | It's nothing to me, the beauty said | | | | | | | |
d20 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
d21 | My faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary | | | | | | | |
d22 | Old Brother Moses Johnson was a deacon | | | | | | | |
d23 | One night, a poor wretch in a wayside saloon | | | | | | | |
d24 | Someone is sinking | | | | | | | |
d25 | Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness | | | | | | | |
d26 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
d27 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d28 | Talk ye not to me of license | | | | | | | |
d29 | That grand old man of England | | | | | | | |
d30 | The car of temperance moving on | | | | | | | |
d31 | The fields are white, the fields are white | | | | | | | |
d32 | The Lord my Shepherd is, I shall be well supplied | | | | | | | |
d33 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d34 | The pot and the kettle quite angrily spoke | | | | | | | |
d35 | There's a brighter day acoming | | | | | | | |
d36 | There's a day of triumph dawning | | | | | | | |
d37 | There's a promise in God's word | | | | | | | |
d38 | There's a time that is coming at last | | | | | | | |
d39 | They're dying by tens, don't you know it | | | | | | | |
d40 | We have heard the wail of women | | | | | | | |
d41 | We shall meet beyond the river | | | | | | | |
d42 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d43 | What makes me refuse a social glass | | | | | | | |
d44 | Whatever in life you're called on to do | | | | | | | |
d45 | When the Christian wakes, And the battle breaks | | | | | | | |
d46 | Why did my Savior come to earth | | | | | | | |
d47 | Work, for the night is coming, work through the morning hours | | | | | | | |
d48 | Yes, boys, I believe in religion | | | | | | | |
d49 | Zion [Sion], the marvelous story be telling | | | | | | | |