Sectarian Cudgel

Religion which the soul must have
Or peris in the slaughter
Is what the ancient writers called
A well of living water

Chorus

O every one that thirst O come
O come ye to the waters
Freely drink and quench your thirst
With Zions sons and daughters

Religion is A growing plant
Come listen poor backsliders
And every measuring line thats drawn
The stream is growing wider

O every one &c.

Religion has been growing low
And we have been A fearing
But since the day star has arose
The morning lights appearing

O every one &c

Our Saviour now has sent his aid
While in our great confusion
To call his armies on perade
And free them from delusion
Chorus, For marching orders now has come O com
The barly loof begins to roll
The medians are affrited
The draggons troops can near withstand for marching order
Before the Lords United

The pitcher and the lamp has come
The light we now discover
The draggon he begins to yell
The saints begin's to gather for marching

Sectarian Cudgel

Religion which the soul must have Or peris in the slaughter Is what the ancient writers called A well of living water

Chorus

O every one that thirst O come O come ye to the waters Freely drink and quench your thirst With Zions sons and daughters

Religion is A growing plant Come listen poor backsliders And every measuring line thats drawn The stream is growing wider

O every one &c.

Religion has been growing low And we have been A fearing But since the day star has arose The morning lights appearing

O every one &c

Our Saviour now has sent his aid While in our great confusion To call his armies on perade And free them from delusion Chorus, For marching orders now has come O com The barly loof begins to roll The medians are apprived The draggons troops can near withstand for marching order Before the Lords United

The pitcher and the lamp has come The light we now discover The draggon he begins to yell The saints begin's to rather for marching