A New Psal Fr The Chapel Of Kilarnk
a new psalm for the chapel of kilmarnock
ohanksgiving-day for his majesty's recovery.
o sing a new song to the lord,
make, all and every one,
a joyful noise, even for the king
his restoration.
the sons of belial in the land
did set their heads together;
e, let us sweep them off, said they,
like an o'erflowing river.
they set their heads together, i say,
they set their heads together;
ht, o, on every hand,
we saw o deliver.
thou madest strong two chosen ones
to quell the wicked's pride;
that young man, great in issachar,
the burden-bearing tribe.
and him, among the princes chief
in our jerusalem,
the judge that's mighty in thy law,
the man that fears thy name.
yet they, even they, with all their strength,
began to faint and fail:
even as two howling, ravenous wolves
to dogs do turail.
th' ungodly o'er the just prevail'd,
for so thou hadst appointed;
that thou might'st greater glive
unto thine own anointed.
and now thou hast restored our state,
pity our kirk also;
for she by tribulations
is nht very low.
e that high-place, patronage,
from off thy holy hill;
and in thy fury burn the book—
even of that man m'gill.
now hear our prayer, accept our song,
and fight thy chosen's battle:
we seek but little, lord, from thee,
thou ke as little.
ohanksgiving-day for his majesty's recovery.
o sing a new song to the lord,
make, all and every one,
a joyful noise, even for the king
his restoration.
the sons of belial in the land
did set their heads together;
e, let us sweep them off, said they,
like an o'erflowing river.
they set their heads together, i say,
they set their heads together;
ht, o, on every hand,
we saw o deliver.
thou madest strong two chosen ones
to quell the wicked's pride;
that young man, great in issachar,
the burden-bearing tribe.
and him, among the princes chief
in our jerusalem,
the judge that's mighty in thy law,
the man that fears thy name.
yet they, even they, with all their strength,
began to faint and fail:
even as two howling, ravenous wolves
to dogs do turail.
th' ungodly o'er the just prevail'd,
for so thou hadst appointed;
that thou might'st greater glive
unto thine own anointed.
and now thou hast restored our state,
pity our kirk also;
for she by tribulations
is nht very low.
e that high-place, patronage,
from off thy holy hill;
and in thy fury burn the book—
even of that man m'gill.
now hear our prayer, accept our song,
and fight thy chosen's battle:
we seek but little, lord, from thee,
thou ke as little.