Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
259 . A New Psalm for the Chapel of Kilmarnock
O
Make, all and every one,
A joyful noise, even for the King
His restoration.
Did set their heads together;
Come, let us sweep them off, said they,
Like an o’erflowing river.
They set their heads together;
On right, on left, on every hand,
We saw none to deliver.
To quell the Wicked’s pride;
That Young Man, great in Issachar,
The burden-bearing tribe.
In our Jerusalem,
The judge that’s mighty in thy law,
The man that fears thy name.
Began to faint and fail:
Even as two howling, ravenous wolves
To dogs do turn their tail.
For so thou hadst appointed;
That thou might’st greater glory give
Unto thine own anointed.
Pity our Kirk also;
For she by tribulations
Is now brought very low.
From off thy holy hill;
And in thy fury burn the book—
Even of that man M’Gill.
And fight thy chosen’s battle:
We seek but little, Lord, from thee,
Thou kens we get as little.