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ears 'fore my creation, Thro' Adam's cause? When frae my mither's womb I fell, Thou might ha'e plunged me deep in hell, To gnash my gums, to weep an' wail, In burnin' lake, Whare damned devils roar an' yell, Chain'd to a stake. Yet I am here, a chosen sample; To show thy grace is great an' ample; I'm here a pillar in thy temple, Strong as a rock, A guide, a buckler, an example, To a' thy flock. But yet, oh Lord! confess I must, At times I'm fash'd[223] wi' fleshly lust; An' sometimes, too, wi' warldly trust, Vile self gets in: But Thou remembers we are dust, Defil'd in sin. Maybe thou lets this fleshly thorn Beset thy servant e'en an' morn Lest he owre high an' proud should turn, 'Cause he's sae gifted; If sae, Thy ban' maun e'en be borne, Until Thou lift it. Lord, bless Thy chosen in this place, For here Thou hast a chosen race: But God confound their stubborn face, And blast their name, Wha bring Thy elders to disgrace And public shame. Lord, mind Cawn Hamilton's deserts, He drinks, and swears, and plays at cartes[224], Yet has sae mony takin' arts, Wi' grit an' sma'[225], Frae God's ain priests the people's hearts He steals awa'. And whan we chasten'd him therefore, Thou kens how he bred sic a splore[226], As set the warld in a roar O' laughin' at us,-- Curse Thou his basket and his store, Kail and potatoes. Lord, hear my earnest cry and pray'r Against the Presbyt'ry of Ayr; Thy strong right hand, Lord, mak' it bare Upo' their heads, Lord, weigh it down, and dinna spare, For their misdeeds. Oh Lord my God, that glib-tongu'd Aiken, My very heart and saul are quakin', To think how we stood groanin', shakin', And swat wi' dread, While he wi' hingin' lips and snakin', Held up his head. Lord, in the day of vengeance try him, Lord, visit them wha did employ him, And pass not in thy mercy by 'em, Nor hear their pray'r; But for thy people's sake destroy 'em, And dinna spare, But, Lord, remember me and mine, Wi' mercies temp'ral and divine, That I for gear[227] and grace may shine, Excell'd by nane, And a' the glory shall be thine
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