On the Thanksgiving-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;

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, on left, on 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 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 by tribulations

Is now brought very low.

Consume that high-place, Patronage,

From off thy holy hill;

And in thy fury burn the book—

Even of that man M'Gill.[1]

Now hear our prayer, accept our song,

And fight thy chosen's battle

We seek but little, Lord, from thee,

Thou kens we get as little.

[1] Dr. William M'Gill of Ayr, whose 'Practical Essay on the Death of Jesus Christ' led to a charge of heresy against him.Burns took up his cause in 'The Kirk of Scotland's Alarm' (p.351).—Lang.