7 And sae frae strength to strength they win Alang the lichtsome road, Until in Zion ilka ane, Stands face to face wi’ God.
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.
Jerusalem, thy yetts athin Oor feet sal stand or lang.