The old professers hug their Priests
And stand aloof amazed
To see us bruse the serpents head
And they'v no power to save him

For marching &

Old babels tower is at the door
Ats tasll Ias tany steeple
Nothing can hit or maker quit
Like union in Gods people

For marching &

Her end has come and work is done
And God will bless the boldest
We rise to state her fall is great
The prophet John has told us

For marching &

Her end tishas come and work is done
And great is their disaster
Who preach for gain will sink in pain
For God hath spoiled their pastuers

For marching &

The hypocrites that will not Quit
The prectice of back biting
Must have a place A hell at last
For such there is provided

For marching &

All those who mock the power of God
Of his servents make derission
Will quake and faear when Chris[t] appears
To send them to distruction

For marching &

The old professers hug their Priests And draw aloof amazed To see us bruse the serpents head And they'v no power to save him

For marching &

Old babels tower is at the door As tall as any steeple Nothing can hit or maker quit Like union in Gods people

For marching &

Her end has come and work is done And God will bless the boldest We rise to state her fall is great The prophet John has told us

For marching &

Her endhas come and work is done And great is their disaster Who preach for gain will sink in pain For God hath spoiled their pastuers

For marching &

The hypocrites that will not quit The practice of back biting Must have a place a hell at last For such there is provided

For marching &

All those who mock the power of God Of his servents make derission Will quake and fear when Christ appears To send them to distruction

For marching &