# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
s99 | Softly fades the twilight ray | | | | | | | |
s100 | Happy land, happy land | | | | | | | |
s101 | O, merry goes the time | | | | | | | |
s102 | My drink shall be the flowing fountain | | | | | | | |
s103 | Hear the temperance call, freemen | | | | | | | |
s104 | Children all, both great and small | | | | | | | |
s105 | Some love to drink from the foamy brink | | | | | | | |
s106 | Come, now, every girl and boy | | | | | | | |
s107 | Haste to the mountain side | | | | | | | |
s108 | I asked a sweet robin one morning in May | | | | | | | |
s109 | Give me a draught from the crystal spring | | | | | | | |
s110 | O Jerusalem, fair dwelling | | | | | | | |
s111 | How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood | | | | | | | |
s112 | Sparkling and bright in its liquid light | | | | | | | |
s113 | The drink that's in the drunkard's bowl | | | | | | | |
s114 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
r1 | School is open, take your places | | | | | | | |
r2 | Cheerily, cheerily sound the strain | | | | | | | |
r3 | He that from the o'erflowing bowl | | | | | | | |
r4 | If a weary task you find it | | | | | | | |
r5 | Seek from the skies | | | | | | | |
r6 | Time, a smooth, deceitful stream | | | | | | | |
r7 | Let us chant the evening song | | | | | | | |
r8 | Day is gone | | | | | | | |
r9 | Early to bed, and early to rise | | | | | | | |
r10 | Come, girls, come | | | | | | | |
r11 | Dear brothers, farewell, heaven guide you safely home | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]