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1 | O sometimes gleams upon our [my] sight | | | | | | | |
2 | All men ar equal in their birth | | | | | | | |
3 | O yet we trust that somehow good | | | | | | | |
4 | As o'er his furrowed fields which lie | | | | | | | |
5 | Honor him whose hands are sowing | | | | | | | |
6 | All are architects of fate | | | | | | | |
7 | Friends of freedom, ye who stand | | | | | | | |
8 | Saint Augustine well hast thou said | | | | | | | |
9 | Blest is the man, whose softening [generous] heart | | | | | | | |
10 | There are moments when life's shadows | | | | | | | |
11 | What is it that the crowd requite | | | | | | | |
12 | O love, O Life, our faith and sight | | | | | | | |
13 | I love the sunshine everywhere | | | | | | | |
14 | My mind to me a kingdom is | | | | | | | |
15 | How happy is he born and [or] taught | | | | | | | |
16 | Tell me not, in mournful numbers | | | | | | | |
17 | O gift of God, O perfect day | | | | | | | |
18 | Within my breast there is no light | | | | | | | |
19 | May every year but draw more near | | | | | | | |
20 | Men whose boast it is, that ye | | | | | | | |
21 | Ah never shall the land forget | | | | | | | |
22 | The doubts we vainly seek to solve | | | | | | | |
23 | Perplext in faith, but pure | | | | | | | |
24 | Thy voice is on the rolling air | | | | | | | |
25 | Love is and was my Lord and King | | | | | | | |
26 | He loathed the false, yet lived | | | | | | | |
27 | Sleep sweetly, tender heart | | | | | | | |
28 | While day by day our loved one | | | | | | | |
29 | Father of all, in evey age | | | | | | | |
30 | 'Mid pleasures and palaces tho' we may roam | | | | | | | |
31 | We believe in the dawn of a day | | | | | | | |
32 | Ring again the war cry sterling | | | | | | | |
33 | Salvation, O the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
34 | Seize upon truth where'er 'tis | | | | | | | |
35 | Rock of reason, made for me | | | | | | | |
36 | There are lonely hearts to cherish | | | | | | | |
37 | Light in our darkness, sailor, Day is at hand | | | | | | | |
38 | My faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary | | | | | | | |
39 | They tell us that we worship not | | | | | | | |
40 | Work, for the night is coming | | | | | | | |
41 | Sowing the seed by the daylight fair | | | | | | | |
42 | The time has come to stand erect | | | | | | | |
43 | Nearer, O truth, to thee | | | | | | | |
44 | O think of the homes round us | | | | | | | |
45 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
46 | We need it every hour | | | | | | | |
47 | Love Divine, all love impelling | | | | | | | |
48 | A holy spirit goes to war | | | | | | | |
49 | Blow ye [you] the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
50 | Let every human ear attend | | | | | | | |
51 | Joy to the world, the Light is come | | | | | | | |
52 | All hail the Truth, behold, he comes | | | | | | | |
53 | Guide us, Truth, thou star refulgent | | | | | | | |
54 | Hurrah, the day is breaking | | | | | | | |
55 | Hark, the trump of freedom ringing | | | | | | | |
56 | While on this earth ye stay | | | | | | | |
57 | Hark, through the waking earth | | | | | | | |
58 | Rise, my mind [soul], expand thy wings | | | | | | | |
59 | Behold, the reign of freedom comes | | | | | | | |
60 | Up, Man of reason, rouse thee up | | | | | | | |
61 | Humanity, for thee, and for thy liberty | | | | | | | |
62 | For truth where will ye seek | | | | | | | |
63 | What a world of deep sweetness | | | | | | | |
64 | 'Tis true the world is very bad | | | | | | | |
65 | Hear ye the cry, O men of earth | | | | | | | |
66 | The records of the olden time | | | | | | | |
67 | Glad voices let us raise | | | | | | | |
68 | O bright the day that dawneth now | | | | | | | |
69 | Star of progress, guide us onward | | | | | | | |
70 | Come, let us join in cheerful | | | | | | | |
71 | Let superstition be destroyed | | | | | | | |
72 | Ah wretched minds who still remain | | | | | | | |
73 | O the world is moving onward | | | | | | | |
74 | Happy the land of every clime | | | | | | | |
75 | Look around the fields of nature | | | | | | | |
76 | The laws of nature they are sure | | | | | | | |
77 | Nature is the safest teacher | | | | | | | |
78 | The world is young, my brothers | | | | | | | |
79 | The place of worship is not bound | | | | | | | |
80 | Through realms of earnest, lofty thought | | | | | | | |
81 | O Reason, full of grace | | | | | | | |
82 | Rise, reason, shine on all our race | | | | | | | |
83 | Reason, the friend of human kind | | | | | | | |
84 | Comrades, see o'er yonder hill tops | | | | | | | |
85 | We want no counsel from the priest | | | | | | | |
86 | Scourge and tyrant of the land | | | | | | | |
87 | Freedom's charms alike engage | | | | | | | |
88 | Bound fast to creed who can be free | | | | | | | |
89 | There are hearts that never falter | | | | | | | |
90 | I'd rather wear a crown of thorns | | | | | | | |
91 | Be thyself, a nobler gospel | | | | | | | |
92 | Trust thyself, believe, endeavor | | | | | | | |
93 | Still firm in purpose ever be | | | | | | | |
94 | Be thyself, there's nothing grander | | | | | | | |
95 | What of thy life, O friend of mine | | | | | | | |
96 | I live for those who love me for those I know are true | | | | | | | |
97 | Cherish faith in one another | | | | | | | |
98 | Take the spade of perseverance | | | | | | | |
99 | When worth and genius are combined | | | | | | | |
100 | Honor to him who freely gives | | | | | | | |