| # | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
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| d1 | A battle for right is now raging | | | | | | | |
| d2 | All hail the power of abstinence | | | | | | | |
| d3 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
| d4 | At home, abroad, by day or night | | | | | | | |
| d5 | Boys, stand firm, whate'er betide us | | | | | | | |
| d6 | Brother, you may work for Jesus | | | | | | | |
| d7 | California the gem of the ocean | | | | | | | |
| d8 | Children, do you see the wine | | | | | | | |
| d9 | Come, children, and join in our No License | | | | | | | |
| d10 | Come friends and brethren, all unite | | | | | | | |
| d11 | Come, friends of temperance, ere we part | | | | | | | |
| d12 | Come, join our earnest band | | | | | | | |
| d13 | Come, join the famous army | | | | | | | |
| d14 | Come, listen to me, children | | | | | | | |
| d15 | Dare to be [do] right, dare to be true | | | | | | | |
| d16 | Dear Father, drink no more, I pray | | | | | | | |
| d17 | Dear God, and shall we ever live | | | | | | | |
| d18 | Fight for prohibition, gird our armor on | | | | | | | |
| d19 | From out our crystal fountain | | | | | | | |
| d20 | Go, bury thy [your] sorrow, The world hath [has] its share | | | | | | | |
| d21 | God bless our temperance band | | | | | | | |
| d22 | God is sending his truth o'er the world | | | | | | | |
| d23 | Hark, ye voters, hear the bugle | | | | | | | |
| d24 | Ho, my comrades, see our banner | | | | | | | |
| d25 | I need thee every hour, most gracious Lord | | | | | | | |
| d26 | If on our [some] pleasant Sabbath day | | | | | | | |
| d27 | If you would not a drunkard be | | | | | | | |
| d28 | In the wretched haunts of vice | | | | | | | |
| d29 | Intemperance, like a raging flood | | | | | | | |
| d30 | Jesus loves me, this I know, For the Bible | | | | | | | |
| d31 | Let temperance and her sons rejoice | | | | | | | |
| d32 | Little children, love each other | | | | | | | |
| d33 | Little drops of water, little grains of sand | | | | | | | |
| d34 | Lord, accept our humble singing | | | | | | | |
| d35 | Mourn for the thousands slain | | | | | | | |
| d36 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
| d37 | My soul be on thy [your] guard | | | | | | | |
| d38 | Now, O Lord, in peace dismiss us | | | | | | | |
| d39 | O ask me not to take the cup | | | | | | | |
| d40 | O, God, look down upon | | | | | | | |
| d41 | O Lord, our eyes have waited long | | | | | | | |
| d42 | Of all the tints that light looks on | | | | | | | |
| d43 | Prohibition is the theme | | | | | | | |
| d44 | Standing by a purpose true | | | | | | | |
| d45 | The banner cross is waving high | | | | | | | |
| d46 | There's a blight of desolation | | | | | | | |
| d47 | There's a movement strong and grand | | | | | | | |
| d48 | There's an army that's marching to death | | | | | | | |
| d49 | This is God's day of rest | | | | | | | |
| d50 | Through all the wide world | | | | | | | |
| d51 | 'Tis a lesson you should heed | | | | | | | |
| d52 | Touch not the cup, it is death to thy [the] soul | | | | | | | |
| d53 | Unfurl the temperance banner and fling it to the breeze | | | | | | | |
| d54 | We are camping tonight on no license ground | | | | | | | |
| d55 | We stand for home, we stand for truth | | | | | | | |
| d56 | We will rally in our might | | | | | | | |
| d57 | Welcome, welcome is the greeting | | | | | | | |
| d58 | When the storms of life are raging, Tempests wild on sea and land | | | | | | | |
| d59 | When we are old enough to vote | | | | | | | |
| d60 | Where is now the merry party | | | | | | | |
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