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d1 | Alcohol, the foe of free men | | | | | | | |
d2 | All along the Christian's pathway | | | | | | | |
d3 | All gracious God, to thee we raise | | | | | | | |
d4 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
d5 | All ye who would help in the temperance cause | | | | | | | |
d6 | Are we the temple of our God | | | | | | | |
d7 | As the seed is so the harvest | | | | | | | |
d8 | Blest be the tie that binds our hearts in Christian love | | | | | | | |
d9 | Brother, when you work for Jesus | | | | | | | |
d10 | Columbia, the golden, land ever free to man | | | | | | | |
d11 | Come, my soul, thy suit prepare | | | | | | | |
d12 | Come, raise your flag, reformers | | | | | | | |
d13 | Come, rally to the battle | | | | | | | |
d14 | Costly is the temple our God has made | | | | | | | |
d15 | Courage, brother, do not stumble | | | | | | | |
d16 | Crown of pride, and glorious beauty | | | | | | | |
d17 | Do not stand afar, my brother | | | | | | | |
d18 | Fight for prohibition, gird our armor on | | | | | | | |
d19 | For moral heroes, we are calling | | | | | | | |
d20 | Friends of freedom, swell the song | | | | | | | |
d21 | From every stormy wind [sense] that blows | | | | | | | |
d22 | God bless our reading room | | | | | | | |
d23 | God bless our temperance band | | | | | | | |
d24 | God is sending his truth o'er the world | | | | | | | |
d25 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
d26 | Handle not the tempting wine cup | | | | | | | |
d27 | Hark, the voice of choral song Floats upon the breeze along | | | | | | | |
d28 | Hark, what sad and despairing cries | | | | | | | |
d29 | Holy Spirit, faithful Guide | | | | | | | |
d30 | I will arise and go to my Father | | | | | | | |
d31 | Is there work for the temperance voter | | | | | | | |
d32 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
d33 | Just over the way, how I shudder to tell | | | | | | | |
d34 | Labor on, that right may triumph | | | | | | | |
d35 | Like as a father, pities his child | | | | | | | |
d36 | My faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary | | | | | | | |
d37 | My soul be on thy [your] guard | | | | | | | |
d38 | No surrender, pass the word, For the ocnflict quickly gird | | | | | | | |
d39 | O God, we come in faith to thee | | | | | | | |
d40 | O happy day that fixed [seals] [stays] my choice | | | | | | | |
d41 | O life is so dreary, no pen can portray | | | | | | | |
d42 | O Lord, our present meeting bless | | | | | | | |
d43 | O my brother, danger lurketh In the wine cups wiles | | | | | | | |
d44 | O think of the home where the Savior will be | | | | | | | |
d45 | O 'twas rum that spoiled my darling | | | | | | | |
d46 | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
d47 | O'er our land how wide the dangers | | | | | | | |
d48 | One more struggle, brothers, meet it | | | | | | | |
d49 | Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross | | | | | | | |
d50 | Patiently waiting at your heart's door | | | | | | | |
d51 | Prayer is the soul's [heart's] [saint's] sincere desire | | | | | | | |
d52 | Rejoice and be glad, the Redeemer has come | | | | | | | |
d53 | Rise up to labor, ye who sit | | | | | | | |
d54 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d55 | Sad and lonely forth there wanders | | | | | | | |
d56 | See, O see, the mighty wave | | | | | | | |
d57 | See, the fields are ripe for harvest | | | | | | | |
d58 | Sign the pledge tonight, my brother | | | | | | | |
d59 | The Christian army stands arrayed | | | | | | | |
d60 | The pledge is a test act of honor | | | | | | | |
d61 | The temperance war is raging | | | | | | | |
d62 | There are dear ones at home | | | | | | | |
d63 | There's a glorious work before us | | | | | | | |
d64 | Thou hast given this life to me | | | | | | | |
d65 | Touch not the cup, it is death to thy [the] soul | | | | | | | |
d66 | Tramp, tramp, tramp, in the drunkard's way | | | | | | | |
d67 | Under the nation's banner | | | | | | | |
d68 | Up friends of Jesus, the harvest is white | | | | | | | |
d69 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d70 | We are children of the light | | | | | | | |
d71 | We are living, we are dwelling In a grand and awful time | | | | | | | |
d72 | We have heard the wail of women | | | | | | | |
d73 | Weary, weak, by sin oppressed, Father, come I now | | | | | | | |
d74 | We're a band of little soldiers | | | | | | | |
d75 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d76 | Who can save the helpless victim | | | | | | | |
d77 | Who hath sorrow, who hath woe | | | | | | | |
d78 | With outstretched arms of mighty strength | | | | | | | |
d79 | With temperance banner wide unfurled | | | | | | | |
d80 | Woe to them that love the wine cup | | | | | | | |