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