Temperance Glee Book

Editor: Asa Hull
Publisher: Oliver Ditson & Co., Boston, Mass., 1875
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d1A glorious day is dawning, And o'er the waking
d2Away with the wine cup
d3Behold, the day of promise comes
d4Cheer up, cheer up, desponding ones
d5Come, let us sing of fount and spring What drink with water can compare
d6Come, swell the ranks of temperance
d7Flowers with fragrance fill the balmy air
d8Gladly will we rally round
d9Hear the mother's bitter wailing
d10Hear the temperance call, freemen
d11In a wake of light
d12In freedom's cause our sons and brothers
d13Launch the ship of prohibition
d14Leagued with all the powers of darkness
d15Let us rally round the standard
d16Lift up your heads, O ye children of sorrow
d17Live on the field of battle
d18Look not at the wine when blushing
d19Look out for the enemy comrades all
d20Mine eyes have seen the glory
d21My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty
d22My days of youth, though not from folly free
d23Now to heaven our prayer [prayers] [cry] ascending
d24O ask me not to sip the wine
d25O bright is the wine
d26O list the song we sing tonight
d27O the time is near, when in accents clear
d28On brothers on to meet the foe
d29On the ocean of life a sturdy band
d30Onward speed thy conquering flight
d31Over and over again, no matter which way I turn
d32Pure cold water is the drink for me
d33Rally, freemen, rally, the temperance cry prolong
d34Rally round the temperance banner
d35Show thy light in matchless glory
d36Soldiers on life's battlefield
d37Sound the battle cry
d38Sparkling and bright in its liquid light
d39The drink I'll use will not be wine
d40The legions of rummies are waging a warfare
d41The Negro slaves 'neath southern sun
d42The sunbeams are glancing o'er forest
d43The temperance ball is rolling
d44The temperance cause is growing
d45The war drums are beating
d46There are lonely hearts to cherish
d47There are many ways of doing this
d48There is a stream of rapid flow
d49There's a battle to be fought, a victory to be gained
d50They offered me wine, and urged me to drink
d51Though the night o'erhang our dwelling
d52'Tis but the social, friendly glass
d53Touch not the cup, it is death to thy [the] soul
d54Touch not, touch not the sparkling bowl
d55Wake and sing, brother, sing
d56Water from its fountains gushing
d57We are strong, we are strong Though the contest be long
d58We will raise our banner high
d59We're marching on, an army strong
d60Where, where will be the birds that sing
d61Ye sons of freedom, burst asunder
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]