Classic Poem

O, sing a new Song to the L — — !
Make, all and every one,
A joyful noise, ev'n 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 an o'erflowing river. —

They set their heads together, I say,
They set their heads together:
On right, and left, and every hand,
We saw none 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 might,
Began to faint and fail;
Even as two howling, ravening 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 Annointed. —

And now thou hast restor'd our State,
Pity our kirk also,
For she by tribulations
Is now brought very low! —

Consume that High-Place, Patronage,
From off thine holy hill;
And in thy fury burn the book
Even of that man, McGill. —

Now hear our Prayer, accept our Song,
And fight thy Chosen's battle:
We seek but little, L — , from thee,
Thou kens we get as little. —