The Cold Water

Like the rush of the storm,
With the shout, of reform,
The triumph of truth is abroad
Like the whirlwind, it sweeps,
Lake the lightning it lenpe
Speed, speed to the tempest of God

Lo, the jug is upturned,
And the barrel 1s burned,
Aud its contents aro scattered abroad;
With our cold water mob,
We shall finish the job
Make way for the chariots of God:

Without trumpet or drum,
In battalions, they come,
And their banners are floating abroad
Without weapons, they fight,
In their cold water might;
Success to the armies of God!

The conflict grows hot,
With the sober and sot
Who advanced to the war without blood;
Come, unite, heart and hand,
With the cold water band,
And shout for the battle of God!

Ye men of the still,
of the jug and the gill,
Lo, the beacons are kindled abroad
The hogshead in flames
Your salvation proclaims
Come and list with the legions of God!