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d1 | A dreadful foe is in our land | | | | | | | |
d2 | A soul thrilling message comes swiftly | | | | | | | |
d3 | All hail the power of Jesus' name | | | | | | | |
d4 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
d5 | I walked thro' the woodland meadows | | | | | | | |
d6 | Awake, arise ye sons of men | | | | | | | |
d7 | Be firm, be bold, be strong, be true | | | | | | | |
d8 | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
d9 | Broad is the road that leads to death | | | | | | | |
d10 | Christian, let your burning light | | | | | | | |
d11 | Clear the tracks for we are coming | | | | | | | |
d12 | Come and help us sing the praises | | | | | | | |
d13 | Come, let us sing of fount and spring | | | | | | | |
d14 | Dare to be brave, dare to be true | | | | | | | |
d15 | Dark hung the shadows of sin's deepest night | | | | | | | |
d16 | Down in a room all cozy and bright | | | | | | | |
d17 | Father, dear father, come home with me now | | | | | | | |
d18 | Fierce and thick the battle rages | | | | | | | |
d19 | For God and home and every land | | | | | | | |
d20 | For God and home and native land | | | | | | | |
d21 | God bless our native land | | | | | | | |
d22 | God save our Union | | | | | | | |
d23 | God save the dear boys, they are precious | | | | | | | |
d24 | Great God of nations now to thee | | | | | | | |
d25 | Hail, Columbia's fair temperance daughters | | | | | | | |
d26 | Hark to the sound of voices! | | | | | | | |
d27 | He was all alone in the city | | | | | | | |
d28 | Hear the shout of triumph | | | | | | | |
d29 | Hear the Temp'rance call | | | | | | | |
d30 | Holy and rev'rend is the name | | | | | | | |
d31 | How oft do we sing of the prodigal son | | | | | | | |
d32 | I am dreaming tonight of a home I had | | | | | | | |
d33 | I am thinking of you, mother | | | | | | | |
d34 | I dreamed that the great judgment morning | | | | | | | |
d35 | I entered once a home of care | | | | | | | |
d36 | I had wandered off from heaven | | | | | | | |
d37 | I love Thee, dear Savior, Thy name I adore | | | | | | | |
d38 | I wandered alone with thoughts in my dreams | | | | | | | |
d39 | I wish all the liquor was bottled up well | | | | | | | |
d40 | "I'm behind the times," well perhaps it is true | | | | | | | |
d41 | It was not on the field of battle | | | | | | | |
d42 | I've seen the fun'ral of my hopes | | | | | | | |
d43 | Kind, loving words, O, scatter them | | | | | | | |
d44 | Lead, kindly Light, amid th'encircling gloom | | | | | | | |
d45 | Listen, boys, to what I propose | | | | | | | |
d46 | Little drops of whiskey | | | | | | | |
d47 | Loyal, noble and true | | | | | | | |
d48 | Marching, marching, marching on to victory | | | | | | | |
d49 | 'Mid scenes of confusion, of drunkenness and crime | | | | | | | |
d50 | Mourn for the thousands slain | | | | | | | |
d51 | My country, 'tis of thee | | | | | | | |
d52 | My soul, be on thy guard | | | | | | | |
d53 | No home, no home, cried a little girl | | | | | | | |
d54 | Oh, comrades in this conflict of the right against the wrong | | | | | | | |
d55 | Oh, hear the tolling of the bells | | | | | | | |
d56 | Oh, Johnnie, our darling come back from the town | | | | | | | |
d57 | Once wee dimpled arms of a fair baby boy | | | | | | | |
d58 | Onward, Christian soldiers | | | | | | | |
d59 | Our army calls for volunteers | | | | | | | |
d60 | Our youthful hearts with temp'rance burn | | | | | | | |
d61 | Out in the world, away from all light | | | | | | | |
d62 | Sad is the heart whose only hope | | | | | | | |
d63 | See a million drunkards | | | | | | | |
d64 | See the armies of Israel as they wandered in sin | | | | | | | |
d65 | Sing ye ransomed ones of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d66 | Sisters, be to Jesus true | | | | | | | |
d67 | Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling | | | | | | | |
d68 | Speed our cause we pray | | | | | | | |
d69 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus | | | | | | | |
d70 | Take this message to my mother | | | | | | | |
d71 | The despot's at our very door | | | | | | | |
d72 | There is a sweet home where the weary find rest | | | | | | | |
d73 | There is heard a call to rally | | | | | | | |
d74 | There's an enemy at hand | | | | | | | |
d75 | There's no hope for the drunkard | | | | | | | |
d76 | Tramp, tramp, tramp, to a drunkard's grave | | | | | | | |
d77 | We are little armor bearers | | | | | | | |
d78 | We're a band of soldiers | | | | | | | |
d79 | When burden'd down with sin and grief | | | | | | | |
d80 | When, doomed to death, the apostle lay | | | | | | | |
d81 | When I lie on my pillow tonight | | | | | | | |
d82 | With the talent God has giv'n | | | | | | | |
d83 | Won't you sign the pledge dear friends, today | | | | | | | |
d84 | You'll find it out we've come to stay | | | | | | | |