This text comes from Rump Songs, a historical songbook transcribed on Wikisource and reproduced from the pinned revision linked below.
My Brethren all attend,
And list to my relation:
This is the day, mark what I say,
Tends to your renovation;
Stay not among the Wicked,
Lest that with them you perish,
But let us to New-England go,
And the Pagan People cherish;
Then for the truths sake come along, come along,
Leave this place of Superstition:
Were it not for we, that the Brethren be,
You would sink into Perdition.
There you may teach our hymns,
Without the Laws controulment:
We need not fear, the Bishops there,
Nor Spiritual-Courts inroulment;
Nay, the Surplice shall not fright us,
Nor superstitious blindness;
Nor scandals rise, when we disguise,
And our Sisters kiss in kindness;
Then for the truths sake, &c.
For Company I fear not,
There goes my Cosin Hannah,
And Ruben, so perswades to go
My Cosin Joyce, Susanna.
With Abigal and Faith,
And Ruth, no doubt, comes after;
And Sarah kind, will not stay behind;
My Cosin Constance Daughter;
Then for the truths sake, &c.
Tom Tyler is prepared,
And th’ Smith as black as a coal;
Ralph Cobler too with us will go,
For he regards his soul;
The Weaver, honest Simon,
With Prudence, Jacobs Daughter,
And Sarah, she, and Barbary
Professeth to come after;
Then for the truths sake, &c.
When we, that are elected,
Arrive in that fair Country,
Even by our faith, as the Brethren saith,
We will not fear our entry;
The Psalms shall be our Musick,
Our time spent in expounding,
Which in our zeal we will reveal
To the Brethrens joy abounding;
Then for the truths sake, &c.