By the seashore of the sitting Son there are thre sisters the three are one As snow in summer: Behold the DRUMMER his march is on! The Son from heaven: He paid the price O how precious his sacrifice! All things NEW, he prepared a place for all things pure shall behold his face. BEHOLD the the drummer: He marches on! Judgement spews from the time we sail; It was finished with one last NAIL.