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The Waters of Trembling

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Nov 28, 1912

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 89, No. 48.

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The Waters of Trembling

By ARTHUR W. SPAULDING

ARTHUR W. SPAULDING
Down by the Waters of Trembling, Brother, we stand. Many are they who have left us, Slender our band.
Yonder the host of oppressors Shout for the fight. Forward! our Leader bids us; Strive for the right!
Over the Waters of Trembling Onward we press. What! are there those among us Feel not the stress?
Stay they in careless pleasure, Stooping to quaff? Before the frown of the battle, Leisure to laugh?
Out of the thirty-two thousand, Ten only remained; Through the Waters of Trembling Three hundred have strained.
Who shall order the battle With fifteen score? Fateful the Waters of Trembling We struggled o’er.
Think on your homes and hearth sides, Ye brief of breath, Stretched on the bloody altar, Oblation to death!
Nay; for the thought is unworthy! Face toward the foe! In the name of Jehovah, to-morrow To victory we go.
He shall order the battle; How, is for him. Loud blare your trumpets, nor suffer Lights to grow dim.
Hail to the coming battle! Brother, your hand! Tried by the Waters of Trembling, Dauntless we stand.
Hendersonville, N. C.