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Gracious God, to thee belong—Pleyel's Hymn |
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Hail, day of joy !—Star of Bethlehem |
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Hail, temp'rance ! fair celestial ray |
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Hail! the New Year jubilee |
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Hand me the bowl! ye jovial band |
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Hark ! hark ye ! 0 listen—St. Denis |
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Hark ! the herald angels sing— Wilson |
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Heavenly Father ! give thy blessing—Sicily |
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Help us to feel for drunken man |
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He was a virtuous youth—Boylton |
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Holy, holy, holy Lord—Kir |
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Hosannas, Lord, to thee we sing |
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How bright the page where every thought |
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How dear to my heart are the days of my childhood |
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How long, 0 God, how long |
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How long shall virtue languish—Romaine |
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If one bright spot there is on earth |
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I heard a voice from heaven, |
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Intemp'rance, like a raging flood |
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Intemp'rance rears its sinful towers—Newcourt |
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I saw a youth in his father's hall |
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I spring from the rock, from mountain side |
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It is useless to talk of the temperance cause |
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I've thrown the bowl aside |
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Land of Columbia ! awake—Daughter of Zion |
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Let him who may think—Bethlehem |
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Let Temperance and her sons rejoice—Sterling |
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List, shipmates, to a seaman's lay |
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Long and gloomy was the night—PleyeVs Hymn |
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Lord of heaven and earth, assist us—Siberia |
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Lo ! Zion droops in vain—in vain |
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Luff up boys ; clew up and furl every sail |
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Mid sorrows and sadness—Home, sweet home, |
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Mournful and sad upon my ear—Ballermo |
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Now begin the heavenly theme |
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Now, 0 Lord, in peace dismiss us—Sicily |
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O'er Arabia's dreary sands |
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Oh ! soft sleep the hills in their sunny repose—Scotland |
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Oh, is there not now any fireman's song |
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Oh, shun the bowl—Star of Bethlehem |
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Oh, shun the bowl, when rich delight |
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Oh, touch it not, for deep within |
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Oh, turn from the wine-glass away |
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