Topic | Sub-Topic | Hymn | First Line |
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Temperance | #1 | Licensed to make the strong man weak | |
Temperance | #2 | We have buried our own little darling | |
Temperance | #3 | Happy, happy children | |
Temperance | #4 | If you'll listen, I'll tell you an incident true | |
Temperance | #5 | Fall and winter, spring and summer | |
Temperance | #6 | A little farm well tilled | |
Temperance | #7 | I'll never vote for revenue | |
Temperance | #8 | I am resting in thee, thou redeemer of men | |
Temperance | #9 | I need thy pardon, Lord | |
Temperance | #10 | To his home, his once white, once lov'd cottage | |
Temperance | #11 | Ring out! Ring out a mighty alarm | |
Temperance | #12 | He that biddeth him God speed | |
Temperance | #13 | Soft fell the mother's lullaby | |
Temperance | #14 | Those temp'rance men do all they can | |
Temperance | #15 | We are coming, license advocates | |
Temperance | #16 | Is it none of your business, my brother | |
Temperance | #17 | Can you vote for license, brother | |
Temperance | #18 | Can a boy forget his mother's pray'r | |
Temperance | #19 | Oh, the "practical" temperance man | |
Temperance | #20 | There's a resting place I know |