# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | Ah I am fast sinking in woe | | | | | | | |
d2 | Almighty Father, while we own | | | | | | | |
d3 | Arise, my tenderest thoughts, arise | | | | | | | |
d4 | Behold the glorious banner's spread | | | | | | | |
d5 | Behold, the trophies of our cause | | | | | | | |
d6 | Child of my hope and fears | | | | | | | |
d7 | Come Christian friends before we part | | | | | | | |
d8 | Deep are the wounds strong drink has made | | | | | | | |
d9 | Farewell, my drunken brethren now | | | | | | | |
d10 | Forward let us daily go | | | | | | | |
d11 | Friends of temperance, onward go | | | | | | | |
d12 | Glory to God, whose sovereign grace | | | | | | | |
d13 | God gave the gift to man | | | | | | | |
d14 | God of love, whose boundless mercy | | | | | | | |
d15 | Hark, what cry arrests my ear | | | | | | | |
d16 | Heavenly Father, give thy blessing | | | | | | | |
d17 | How foolish he who counts it good | | | | | | | |
d18 | How long shall virtue languish | | | | | | | |
d19 | I heard a voice from heaven address the thoughtless thron | | | | | | | |
d20 | Let temperance and her sons rejoice | | | | | | | |
d21 | Let us join to praise the Lord | | | | | | | |
d22 | Lift up your hearts and voices too | | | | | | | |
d23 | Long and gloomy was the night | | | | | | | |
d24 | Lovers of pleasure more than God | | | | | | | |
d25 | O hasten, drunkard, to be wise | | | | | | | |
d26 | O thou from whom all gifts proceed | | | | | | | |
d27 | O thou Source of ills unnumbered | | | | | | | |
d28 | Oft have we passed the guilty night | | | | | | | |
d29 | Only this once, the wine cup glowed | | | | | | | |
d30 | Onward's the animating sound | | | | | | | |
d31 | Pledged in a noble cause | | | | | | | |
d32 | Raise your triumphant songs | | | | | | | |
d33 | Rise and shine through [o'er] every nation | | | | | | | |
d34 | Self punished here the drunkard is | | | | | | | |
d35 | Shall we whose souls are lighted | | | | | | | |
d36 | Stay, mortal, stay, nor heedless thus | | | | | | | |
d37 | Stop, drunkard, stop | | | | | | | |
d38 | The drunkard's home shall soon be sweet | | | | | | | |
d39 | Thou heavenly boon that forms the spring | | | | | | | |
d40 | Thousands now, intemperance dreading | | | | | | | |
d41 | Watched by the world's malignant eye | | | | | | | |
d42 | We praise thee, if one rescued soul | | | | | | | |
d43 | Who hath sorrows, who hath woes, Who hath babblings? | | | | | | | |
d44 | Ye lovers of mankind | | | | | | | |
d45 | Ye sons of temperance join | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]