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Oh, wild is the path of the son of the sea |
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Oh, water for me, bright water for me—Bonny Doon, Scotch air |
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Only this once the wine-cup glowed—Hamburg |
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On, temp'rance, on! speed on blest power |
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On this joyous day, while the cannon's loud voice |
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On this glad day, 0 God, we would |
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Onward ! onward ! all victorious—Grenville. |
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Onward ! onward ! band victorious—Westborough |
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0, 'tis a joyful sound to hear—Mead |
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0 that the Lord would hear. |
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0, thou source of ills unnumbered—Middleton |
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Our country's banners play—Bermondsey |
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Parent of the great creation—Middleton |
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Praise to the Lord on high—Weymouth, |
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Prepare for the battle, attend to the sound |
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Rise and shine through every nation—Oliphant |
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Round the temp'rance standard rally—Zion |
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See from Zion's sacred mountain—Grenville |
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Shall the bone and muscle human |
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Some sing the praise of rosy wine |
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Son of sorrow! son of sorrow—Mount Vernon |
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Sons and daughters of the pilgrims—Zion |
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Source of being ! Holy Father |
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Speed, speed the temperance ship |
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Stay, mortal, stay ! nor heedless thus—Ballermo |
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Stop, poor sinners, stop and think |
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Stretch'd on a heap of straw, his bed |
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Temp'rance, mild blessing, goddess serene |
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Temp'rance, tell the listening world—Watchman, tell us of the night |
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Temp'rance, with pinions widely spread |
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That wine-cup ! touch it not. |
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The blessings of the bounteous God |
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The drink that's in the drunkard's bowl |
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The Pledge ! the Pledge ! the mighty rock |
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The temp'rance trumpet blow |
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There's a blessing on the wing |
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There was a time, there was a time |
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There sprang a tree of deadly name—Luther's Hymn |
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They say the goblet's crowned with flowers |
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