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;
Come, let us sweep them off, said they,
Like ano’erflowing river.
They set their heads together, I say,
They settheir heads together;
On right, on left, on every hand,
We sawnone to 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 turn their tail.
Th’ ungodly o’er the just prevail’d,
For so thou hadst appointed;
That thou might’st greater glory give
Unto thine own anointed.
And now thou hast restored our State,
Pity our Kirk also;
For she bytribulations
Is now brought very low.
Consume that high-place, Patronage,
From off thy holy hill;
And in thy fury burnthe book-
Even of that man M’Gill.^1
Now hear our prayer, accept our song,
And fight thy chosen’s battle:
We seek butlittle, Lord, from thee,
Thou kens we getas little.