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3 | The little break that glides along | | | | | | | |
4 | Cold water, cold water, the great and bounteous giver | | | | | | | |
5 | Though many crave the flowing bowl | | | | | | | |
6 | We're coming, we're coming, the fearless and free | | | | | | | |
7 | Welcome, brethren, welcome here | | | | | | | |
8 | With joy we hail the temperance cause | | | | | | | |
9 | Away, away the tempting bowl | | | | | | | |
10 | The brooklet dancing through the glen | | | | | | | |
11 | Out in the street with naked feet | | | | | | | |
12 | Our father, dear father has not drunk a drop | | | | | | | |
13 | Hearts today are beating high | | | | | | | |
14 | Awake, awake, and join our ranks | | | | | | | |
15 | Water is best for the trees of the forest | | | | | | | |
16 | O water for me bright water for me | | | | | | | |
17 | Dash the wine cup away | | | | | | | |
18 | You may boast of your brandy and wine | | | | | | | |
19 | There is a brighter era dawning | | | | | | | |
20 | On brothers on to meet the foe | | | | | | | |
21 | A little, 'tis a little word | | | | | | | |
22 | O have you heard the glorious news that round | | | | | | | |
23 | Come, arouse thee, arouse thee, my brave Swiss boy | | | | | | | |
24 | Dear Father, drink no more, I pray | | | | | | | |
25 | O, a goodly thing is the cooling spring | | | | | | | |
26 | When you see the ruddy wine, touch it not | | | | | | | |
27 | He signed the pledge | | | | | | | |
28 | Friends of temperance, quick to arms | | | | | | | |
29 | From the mountain's rugged | | | | | | | |
30 | 'Tis the balmy shower descending | | | | | | | |
31 | O come with me, and sing with glee | | | | | | | |
32 | Friends of freedom, swell the song | | | | | | | |
33 | Lord, when I read the drunkard's doom | | | | | | | |
33b | Intemperance, like a raging flood | | | | | | | |
34 | Now let us strike the cheerful strain | | | | | | | |
36 | O touch not the wine cup, dear brother | | | | | | | |
37 | O happy is the man [child] who [that] hears instruction's [religion's] [Messiah's] warning voice | | | | | | | |
38 | May every year but draw more near | | | | | | | |
39 | Star of the temperance morning, hail | | | | | | | |
40 | Lord, before thy holy altar | | | | | | | |
41 | Sad is the drunkard's life | | | | | | | |
42 | O dear, cried he, who rules below | | | | | | | |
43 | My soul be on thy [your] guard | | | | | | | |
44 | A song, a joyous song tonight | | | | | | | |
45 | How can we leave them | | | | | | | |
46 | Out in the gloomy night, sadly I roam | | | | | | | |
47 | Come sound his praise [name] abroad, And hymns | | | | | | | |
48 | Gushing so bright in the mornning light | | | | | | | |
49 | What is beauty's deadliest foe | | | | | | | |
50 | O patiently we've waited To see the happy day | | | | | | | |
51 | How dear to the heart are the scenes of my childhood | | | | | | | |
52 | O say, did you see on the brow of that night | | | | | | | |
53 | We praise thee, if one rescued soul | | | | | | | |
54 | Now we can sing with grateful hearts | | | | | | | |
55 | Weep for the fallen, hang your heads in sorrow | | | | | | | |
56 | The teetotallers are coming | | | | | | | |
57 | O what has made the grog men sigh | | | | | | | |
58 | 'Tis night, the drunkard sits alone | | | | | | | |
59 | Ply the oar, brother, and speed the boat | | | | | | | |
60 | There's a voice that speaks within us | | | | | | | |
61 | Water, sparkling water | | | | | | | |
62 | The army of temperance is gathering its men | | | | | | | |
63 | O be warned of your danger | | | | | | | |
64 | I've a little darling sister | | | | | | | |
65 | We're on the road that leads along | | | | | | | |
66 | Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah | | | | | | | |
69 | Sparkling and bright in its liquid light | | | | | | | |
70 | Ye friends of temperance and self-denying | | | | | | | |
71 | Now to heaven our prayer [prayers] [cry] ascending | | | | | | | |
72 | Come away, come away, where the beams of comfort shine | | | | | | | |
73 | The flowers drink their morning draught | | | | | | | |
74 | The temperance star is shining | | | | | | | |
75 | Beautiful water my beverage shall be | | | | | | | |
76 | Praise, give praise, and from our hearts uplift | | | | | | | |
77 | We've made up our mind | | | | | | | |
78 | I'm thinking on thy smile, Mary | | | | | | | |
79 | I'm thinking of the hour, Jamie | | | | | | | |
80 | When the bright morning star the new daylight | | | | | | | |
81 | Gushing so bright in the mornning light | | | | | | | |
82 | Drink not, ye merry girls and boys | | | | | | | |
83 | A song, a song to the bubbling spring | | | | | | | |
86 | There's a good time coming, friends | | | | | | | |
87 | There's no light in the window for me, — mother | | | | | | | |
88 | To arms, to arms, and boldly stand | | | | | | | |
89 | We'll proclaim it from the mountains | | | | | | | |
90 | Come, leave your delicious libations | | | | | | | |
91 | We have met you here again, friends | | | | | | | |
92 | If any habit hold you fast | | | | | | | |
93 | To greet our banner rightly | | | | | | | |
94 | Turn away, turn away, from the bright drops that foam | | | | | | | |
95 | How long, O Lord, our God | | | | | | | |
96 | A better time would soon appear | | | | | | | |
97 | Faith works by love, and purifies | | | | | | | |
98 | You're a proper nice young man | | | | | | | |
99 | Now don't you know the reason why | | | | | | | |
100 | I once used to think, there was nothing like drink | | | | | | | |
101 | Mourn for the thousands slain | | | | | | | |
102 | Now, O Lord, in peace dismiss us | | | | | | | |
102b | Round the temperance standard rally | | | | | | | |
102c | For the thousands, Lord, that suffer | | | | | | | |
103 | Mighty God, may we approach thee | | | | | | | |
103b | Lord, while saints and angels fear thee | | | | | | | |