# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Pleasant all the ties now binding | | | | | | | |
d102 | Prohibition is marching on to win the day | | | | | | | |
d103 | Rescue the perishing, care for the dying | | | | | | | |
d104 | Ring it out, ring it out on every hand | | | | | | | |
d105 | Ring out the bells, the joyful bells | | | | | | | |
d106 | Rise up to labor, ye who sit | | | | | | | |
d107 | Shall we see the brighter beaming | | | | | | | |
d108 | Shrink not in the battle, friends | | | | | | | |
d109 | Sign tonight, sign tonight | | | | | | | |
d110 | Softly the drunkard's wife breatheth [breathes] | | | | | | | |
d111 | Sound the battle cry | | | | | | | |
d112 | Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness | | | | | | | |
d113 | Stand up, stand up for Temperance | | | | | | | |
d114 | Standing by a purpose true | | | | | | | |
d115 | Star of peace to wanderers weary [dreary] | | | | | | | |
d116 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d117 | Take courage, temperance workers | | | | | | | |
d118 | Temperance men, go raise your standard | | | | | | | |
d119 | The battle cry is sounding, We hear it from afar | | | | | | | |
d120 | The bells are ringing through the land | | | | | | | |
d121 | The crystal wave is rising | | | | | | | |
d122 | The great Physician now is near | | | | | | | |
d123 | The light of truth is breaking | | | | | | | |
d124 | The prohibition army | | | | | | | |
d125 | The state of Maine was first to sing | | | | | | | |
d126 | The temperance chimes are ringing | | | | | | | |
d127 | There are lonely hearts to cherish | | | | | | | |
d128 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d129 | There's a battle song to sing | | | | | | | |
d130 | There's a better time acoming | | | | | | | |
d131 | There's a good time coming, friends | | | | | | | |
d132 | There's a murmur in the valley | | | | | | | |
d133 | There's an evil in the land | | | | | | | |
d134 | They are coming from the mountains | | | | | | | |
d135 | They are drifting away on the sea of life | | | | | | | |
d136 | Through the mists of night is shining | | | | | | | |
d137 | Thy Lord is with thee | | | | | | | |
d138 | Thy mercy, Lord, we humbly seek | | | | | | | |
d139 | 'Tis a work of prevention and cure | | | | | | | |
d140 | 'Tis the song of the morning | | | | | | | |
d141 | To those who bravely take their stand | | | | | | | |
d142 | Touch not the cup, it is death to thy [the] soul | | | | | | | |
d143 | Tramp, tramp, tramp, in the drunkard's way | | | | | | | |
d144 | Unfurl the temperance banner and fling it to the breeze | | | | | | | |
d145 | Up and on, ye true three hundred | | | | | | | |
d146 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d147 | Water, water, sparkling water | | | | | | | |
d148 | Way down upon the Congo river | | | | | | | |
d149 | We are coming to the battle | | | | | | | |
d150 | We are marshalling the forces | | | | | | | |
d151 | We are strong, we are strong Though the contest be long | | | | | | | |
d152 | We are toiling through the darkness | | | | | | | |
d153 | We are waiting for the morning [dawning] | | | | | | | |
d154 | We gladly receive the earnest and true | | | | | | | |
d155 | We have to fight a foe, boys | | | | | | | |
d156 | Welcome to our order | | | | | | | |
d157 | Welcome, ye whose hearts are beating | | | | | | | |
d158 | We've had enough of license laws | | | | | | | |
d159 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d160 | What gives my breath an awful smell | | | | | | | |
d161 | Whatever station we may fill | | | | | | | |
d162 | When darkness brooded o'er the scene | | | | | | | |
d163 | When drink invades the peaceful home | | | | | | | |
d164 | When the right over wrong shall prevail | | | | | | | |
d165 | Wherever you may be, whatever you may see | | | | | | | |
d166 | Who hath woe and bitter sighing | | | | | | | |
d167 | Why, my laddie, to my question | | | | | | | |
d168 | Within a dark garret in tenement house | | | | | | | |
d169 | Work, for the night is coming, work through the morning hours | | | | | | | |
d170 | Would you gain the best in life | | | | | | | |
d171 | Yes, we in those principles join | | | | | | | |
d172 | Yield not to temptation, for yielding is sin | | | | | | | |
d173 | You all look astonished to see farmer Jones | | | | | | | |