4 Wi’ thankfu’ hert gang thro’ the yett, And liltin’, a’ His Temple thrang; It’s richt that we sood gratefu’ be, And bless His name baith lood and lang.
Whush’d a’ the sangs in Zion sung Till Thou, O Lord, be there; Wi’ Thee’s oor tryst; a’ flesh sal airt To Thee, that hearkens prayer.
Jerusalem, thy yetts athin Oor feet sal stand or lang.
To thee there maun come ilka clan, That’s o’ Jehovah’s ain; The trystin’‐place o’ Israel’s race, To God’s name laud to gie;