# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
101 | O brave reformers not in vain | | | | | | | |
102 | Hurrah for the men who work | | | | | | | |
103 | Down the vista of the century | | | | | | | |
104 | There's nothing like an earnest will | | | | | | | |
105 | Labor fearless, labor faithful | | | | | | | |
106 | Live to do good, this world should be | | | | | | | |
107 | Live for something be not idle | | | | | | | |
108 | Sons of toil, and daughters true | | | | | | | |
109 | Truth is dawning, see the morning | | | | | | | |
110 | Hark, the plains with music sound | | | | | | | |
111 | Come sound the praise of truth's fair name | | | | | | | |
112 | Be firm, be bold, be strong, be true | | | | | | | |
113 | Three angel [royal] spirits walk the earth | | | | | | | |
114 | Think, think not that martyrs die in vain | | | | | | | |
115 | What is noble, that which places | | | | | | | |
116 | Let love be your religion | | | | | | | |
117 | Inspired by love, my we abstain | | | | | | | |
118 | May I possess an honest heart | | | | | | | |
119 | The roses in the summer time | | | | | | | |
120 | Let such as feel oppression's load [rod] | | | | | | | |
121 | Think gently of the erring one | | | | | | | |
122 | Scorn not the slightest word or deed | | | | | | | |
123 | Ho thou traveler on life's highway | | | | | | | |
124 | Speak gently, it is better far | | | | | | | |
125 | Ah, be kind, life hath no secret | | | | | | | |
126 | The morn of peace is beaming | | | | | | | |
127 | A noble deed, a noble thought | | | | | | | |
128 | In speaking of a person's faults | | | | | | | |
129 | Let monumental pillars rise | | | | | | | |
130 | O for such an education | | | | | | | |
131 | The common school, the common school | | | | | | | |
132 | Once in the busy streets | | | | | | | |
133 | Ye sons of Columbia who bravely have fought | | | | | | | |
134 | For gold bright suns | | | | | | | |
135 | O, cling to the union | | | | | | | |
136 | Earth, of man the bounteous mother | | | | | | | |
137 | O sweet is the season of rest | | | | | | | |
138 | When virtue and beauty Are wedded | | | | | | | |
139 | Gather your roses while you may | | | | | | | |
140 | So ripe and full, the gathered sheaf | | | | | | | |
141 | What art thou, death that I should fear | | | | | | | |
142 | Say not they die those martyr souls | | | | | | | |
D1 | Let all with grateful hearts adore | | | | | | | |
D2 | To Nature's God let praise flow | | | | | | | |
D3 | To Science, Truth and Reason, all | | | | | | | |
D4 | To Wisdom, Mercy, Truth and Love | | | | | | | |
D5 | To Wisdom, Power, and Love | | | | | | | |
D6 | May the grace of mother Nature | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]