7 Atweel, I weary mair than a’ That lang for dawn o’ day; Lat Isra‐el trust God Himsel’, For He sal mercy hae.
Wi’ liltin’ new, He then my moo’ Wi’ praise to Him did fill; Wha see and fear sal win the lear The Lord to lippen til.
But aye wi’ Thee sal mercy be, Tho’ men haud Thee in fear.