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d1 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
d2 | All hail, ye veteran soldiers | | | | | | | |
d3 | Almighty God, thy [your] word is cast [sown, spread] | | | | | | | |
d4 | Arise, ye temperance hosts to glory | | | | | | | |
d5 | Awake, sons of the kingdom, The King is drawing night | | | | | | | |
d6 | Awake, ye saints of God | | | | | | | |
d7 | Blessed angels, high in heaven | | | | | | | |
d8 | Blest be the tie that binds our hearts in Christian love | | | | | | | |
d9 | Can you go on thus, my brother | | | | | | | |
d10 | Christians, stand fast through the conflict | | | | | | | |
d11 | Come boys, help launch this grand new ship | | | | | | | |
d12 | Come, thou almighty King, Help us thy name to sing | | | | | | | |
d13 | Come, thou soul transforming Spirit | | | | | | | |
d14 | Come to the crystal spring | | | | | | | |
d15 | Forth to the fight, ye faithful | | | | | | | |
d16 | Go deep in the mine and dig down | | | | | | | |
d17 | Go forth, said [saith] the Master | | | | | | | |
d18 | God bless our temperance band | | | | | | | |
d19 | Grandly the people are rising | | | | | | | |
d20 | Great God, whose hand outpours [pours out] the rills | | | | | | | |
d21 | Gushing so bright in the mornning light | | | | | | | |
d22 | Hark, the voice of choral song Floats upon the breeze along | | | | | | | |
d23 | Hark to the voices calling out | | | | | | | |
d24 | Hear the Master say, Go and work today | | | | | | | |
d25 | Hear the temperance call, freemen | | | | | | | |
d26 | Heard ye not voice from heaven | | | | | | | |
d27 | Homeprotectors, hold your ground | | | | | | | |
d28 | I could not do without him, Jesus is more to me | | | | | | | |
d29 | In the hour of trial | | | | | | | |
d30 | Jesus, I come to thee, No one beside cares | | | | | | | |
d31 | Let thy soundings be deep | | | | | | | |
d32 | Lift up the loud hosannah | | | | | | | |
d33 | Lord, let thy blessing now descend | | | | | | | |
d34 | Lord, now we part in thy blest name | | | | | | | |
d35 | Marching on, O mighty army | | | | | | | |
d36 | May every year but draw more near | | | | | | | |
d37 | Meek and lowly, pure and holy | | | | | | | |
d38 | Meet it with the sword of truth | | | | | | | |
d39 | Men of purpose, sound the tocsin | | | | | | | |
d40 | Mine eyes have seen the glory | | | | | | | |
d41 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
d42 | My God, how endless [lasting] is thy love | | | | | | | |
d43 | My soul be on thy [your] guard | | | | | | | |
d44 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
d45 | New mercies, new blessings, new light | | | | | | | |
d46 | Now God be with us, for the night is closing | | | | | | | |
d47 | Now to heaven our prayer [prayers] [cry] ascending | | | | | | | |
d48 | O look not on the tempting cup | | | | | | | |
d49 | O sad are the homes in the world tonight | | | | | | | |
d50 | O try to keep in line, boys | | | | | | | |
d51 | Onward, onward, band victorious | | | | | | | |
d52 | Our cause is now rejected | | | | | | | |
d53 | Our noble temperance army can boast | | | | | | | |
d54 | Precious is the life of the erring | | | | | | | |
d55 | Precious, precious blood of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d56 | Prohibition is marching on to win the day | | | | | | | |
d57 | Rally, comrades, quick, be ready | | | | | | | |
d58 | Return dear one, return tonight | | | | | | | |
d59 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d60 | Savior again to Thy dear name we raise | | | | | | | |
d61 | Scatter the germs of the beautiful | | | | | | | |
d62 | See the star of hope arising | | | | | | | |
d63 | Shall the Moloch of the ages spoil us | | | | | | | |
d64 | Stand fast, all ye soldiers | | | | | | | |
d65 | Stand up for the cold water fight | | | | | | | |
d66 | Take courage, temperance workers | | | | | | | |
d67 | Taste the spring of water flowing | | | | | | | |
d68 | The darkness falls, the wind is high | | | | | | | |
d69 | The day of freedon draweth near | | | | | | | |
d70 | The war drums are beating | | | | | | | |
d71 | There's a better day approaching | | | | | | | |
d72 | There's a murmur in the valley | | | | | | | |
d73 | There's a sound of gladsome shouting | | | | | | | |
d74 | There's woe in the wine cup | | | | | | | |
d75 | 'Tis good, dear friends, to join the cause | | | | | | | |
d76 | Up and away, like the dew of the morning | | | | | | | |
d77 | Up, rouse ye now, brave brother band | | | | | | | |
d78 | Wave aloft the temperance banner | | | | | | | |
d79 | We are prohibition soldiers | | | | | | | |
d80 | We are waiting till the shadows | | | | | | | |
d81 | We can hear the glad sound of their coming | | | | | | | |
d82 | We have lingered by the flowers | | | | | | | |
d83 | We have to fight a foe, boys | | | | | | | |
d84 | We're a temperance crew | | | | | | | |
d85 | We're comrades in the temperance cause | | | | | | | |
d86 | We're the children that march | | | | | | | |
d87 | What might be done if men were wise | | | | | | | |
d88 | What's the price of the license | | | | | | | |
d89 | When freedom, on her natal day | | | | | | | |
d90 | When shall we meet again, Meet ne'er [more] to sever | | | | | | | |
d91 | When the mists at last have risen | | | | | | | |
d92 | Wherever you may be, whatever you may see | | | | | | | |
d93 | Which way you have your boy to go | | | | | | | |
d94 | Who will be drunkards bye and bye | | | | | | | |
d95 | Work the shadows slowly lengthen | | | | | | | |
d96 | Yes, a wave, another wave | | | | | | | |
d97 | Young man, don't tamper with strong drink | | | | | | | |