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The Temperance Song Banner

Editor: Emmet G. Coleman
Publisher: Temperance Music Co., Rocky Mount, Va., 1907
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d1A dreadful foe is in our land
d2A soul thrilling message comes swiftly
d3All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall
d4Am I a soldier of the cross
d5[As] I walk [walked] through [in] the woodland meadow [meadows]
d6Awake, arise ye sons of men
d7Be firm, be bold, be strong, be true
d8Blest be the tie that binds our hearts in Christian love
d9Broad is the road [stream] that leads to death [wrath]
d10Christian, let your burning light
d11Clear the tracks for we are coming
d12Come and help us sing the praises
d13Come, let us sing of fount and spring What drink with water can compare
d14Dare to be brave, dare to be true, Strive for the right
d15Dark hung the shadows of sin's deepest night
d16Down in a room all cozy and bright
d17Father, dear father, come home with me now
d18Fierce and thick the battle rages
d19For God and home and every land
d20For God and home and native land our watchword
d21God bless our native land, Firm may she
d22God save our Union, may it forever stand
d23God save the dear boys, they are precious
d24Great God of nations now to thee
d25Hail, Columbia's fair temperance daughters
d26Hark to the sound of voices, Hark to the tramping feet
d27He was all alone in the city
d28Hear the shout of triumph, hear the mighty song
d29Hear the temperance call, freemen
d30Holy and reverend is the name
d31How oft do we sing of the prodigal son
d32I am dreaming tonight of a home I had
d33I am thinking of you, mother
d34I dreamed that [of] the great judgment morning
d35I entered once a home of care
d36I had wandered off from heaven
d37I love thee, dear Savior, thy name I adore
d38I wandered alone with thoughts in my dreams
d39I wish all the liquor was bottled up well
d40I'm behind the times, well perhaps it is true
d41It was not on the field of battle
d42I've seen the funeral of my hopes
d43Kind, loving words, O, scatter them
d44Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom
d45Listen, boys, to what I propose
d46Little drops of whiskey, Little mugs of beer
d47Loyal, noble and true
d48Marching, marching, marching on to victory
d49Mid scenes of confusion, of drunkenness
d50Mourn for the thousands slain
d51My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty
d52My soul be on thy [your] guard
d53No home, no home, cried a little girl
d54O comrades in this conflict
d55O hear the tolling of the bells
d56O Johnnie, our darling come back from the town
d57Once wee dimpled arms of a fair baby boy
d58Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross
d59Our army calls for volunteers
d60Our youthful hearts with [for] temperance burn
d61Out in the world, away from all light
d62Sad is the heart whose only hope
d63See a million drunkards, marching to their doom
d64See the armies of Isr'l as they wandered in sin
d65Sing ye ransomed ones of Jesus
d66Sisters, be to Jesus true
d67Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling
d68Speed our cause we pray
d69Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross
d70Take this message to my mother
d71The despot's at our very door
d72There is a sweet home where the weary find rest
d73There is heard a call to rally
d74There's an enemy at hand
d75There's no hope for the drunkard
d76Tramp, tramp, tramp, to a drunkard's grave
d77We are little armor bearers
d78We're a band of soldiers, Marching to the fray
d79When burdened down with sin and grief
d80When, doomed to death, the apostle lay
d81When I lie on my pillow tonight
d82With the talent God has given
d83Won't you sign the pledge dear friends, today
d84You'll find it out we've come to stay
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