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A beacon has been lighted—Romaine |
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All ye who laugh and sport with death |
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And are ye sure the news is true |
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Another year has run its round |
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Away from the revel—Muhlenberg |
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Be days of drinking wine forgot—Auld Lang Syne |
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Be present at our meeting, Lord |
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Be with me,.Lord, throughout this day |
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Belshazzar is king—Shout the glad tidings |
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Blow the temp'rance trumpet, blow |
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Blow ye the trumpet, blow—Jubilee |
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Can we forget the gloomy time—Auld Lang Syne |
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Cheerily, cheerily sound the joyful strain |
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Children who have rallied now—Wallace |
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Come, behold the drunkard dying—Welsh Melody |
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Come, sons of Columbia, while proudly and high |
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Come, ye messengers of mercy—Littleton |
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Come, ye that know and fear the Lord |
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Come, thou Almighty King—Italian Hymn |
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Crystal streamlet! gently flowing—Sicilian Hymn |
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Dash to the floor that bowl—Sebastian Bach, H. M. |
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Daughter of nations ! awake from thy slumb's Daughter |
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Daughter of Zion ! awake from thy slumbers of Zion |
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Farewell to the cup ! we have tarried too long—Scotland |
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Father, how wide thy glory shines |
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Friends of man and foes to madness—Wilmot |
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Friends of freedom, swell the song—Wallace, |
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God in the Gospel of his Son |
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Go, self-polluted loathsome wretch—Melody |
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