1 Fu’ fain was I, when folk did cry, “To God’s Hoose let us gang”;
To hills on hie I’ll cast my e’e; Whaur else is help for man?
Gin that the Lord Had ne’er been on our side, Noo Isra‐el May weel and truly say,
When Zion’s thirldom God brocht hame, Like dreamin’ folk were we;
Lord, frae the mirky haughs o’ dool