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.