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sheep's clothing,” these ‘‘ clouds without
water, carried about of winds; trees whose
fruit withereth, without fruit, twice dead,
plucked up by the roots ; raging waves of the
sea, foaming out their own shame; wandering
stars, to whom is reserved the blackness of
darkness for ever (Jude 12, 13), that they are
‘‘dogs, and sorcerers, and whoremongers,
and murderers, and idolaters ”’ (Rev. xxii. 15),
and again, that they are ‘‘ fearful and un-
believing, and abominable, and murderers,
and whoremongers, and idolaters, and all
~ lars” (Rev. xxi. 8), and that they ‘shall
have their part in the lake which burneth
with fire and brimstone, which is the second
death” (Rev. xxi. 8), ‘‘where their worm
dieth not, and the fire is net quenched”
(Mark. ix. 44).
Let me only add that they are ‘‘a herd of
many swine feeding ” (Matt. vill. 30).
‘* Ve serpents, ye generation of vipers, how
can ye escape the damnation of hell ?’”’ (Matt.
XXlli, 33).
And now, belovéd brethren, with every
prayer that this adaptation may prove of
lasting blessing to You all, bringing forth
‘‘the fruits of the Spirit’ (Gal. v. 22), especi-
ally ‘‘faith, hope and charity.” ‘But the
greatest of these is charity”’ (1 Cor. xiii. 13).
“ONWARD, PLYMOUTH BRETHREN.”
Choris.
ONWARD, Plymouth Brethren, marching
as to war,
With the cross of jesus trampled on the
floor;
Kelly, Lowe or Jewell! lead against the
foe,
Forward into battle, see their followers
go.
Onward, Plymouth Brethren, marching
as to war,
With the cross of jesus trampled on the
floor.
At the name of Barton, Raven’s host doth flee,
On, M‘Arthy’s following, on to victory,
1 These and others mentioned are or were
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great names among the contending ‘* Brethren.
Stoney’s scoundrels shiver at Our howls of
rage, .
Brothers, lift Your voices, Shriek aloud, Ram-
page !
Like a mighty army moves the Church of.
god.
Brothers, We are treading where the saints
have trod.
We are all divided, fifty bodies We,
Fifty hopes and doctrines, nary charity.
Church and chapel perish !
hell!
But Our kind of Brethren still in safety
dwell.
Raven’s lot can never ‘gainst the lord
prevail,
We are his brave followers, you are Satan’s
tail.
Open Plyms to
Come then, outside peoples, join Our noble
throng !
Blend with Ours your voices in the triumph
song !
Glory, praise and honour unto Us alone!
Christians’ necks our footstool, Heaven itself
Our throne !
P.S.— BELOVED BRETHREN,—The spirit
indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak. For
I, like Balaam (in the old legend), was com-
pelled to express our real feelings and not
our pretended ones. This, of course, abso-
lutely ruins the adaptation. In fact, I am
not certain as to whether it does not rather
give us away !
Alas! we are only poor, weak, failing
creatures !
Your broken-hearted, broken-winded, broken-
kneed brother,
Jubas CAIAPHAS TRUELOVE.
(The man Truelove was at once put out
of fellowship. He will be certainly damned.
—PILATE CROSSPATCH.]