1 Hoo loesome, Lord o’ Hosts, to me Appears Thy Hoose o’ Prayer, And hoo delichtsome sune to be Wi’ them that loe Thee there.
Lord o’ us a’, hoo is Thy name On hie exaltit far, That has Thy glory set abune The yontmaist lemin’ star!
O, let Thy licht leme and Thy truth, To airt me straucht to Thee; And wear me til Thy holie hill, Whaur Thy lown biggins be.
Fu’ fain was I, when folk did cry, “To God’s Hoose let us gang”;