A new Psalm for the chapel of Kilmarnock,
On the thanksgiving-day for his Majesty’s recovery.

O, SING a new Song to the Lord--------!
Make, all and every one,
A joyful noise, ev’n for the king
His Restoration.--------

The sons of Belial in the land
Did set their heads together;
Come, let us sweep them off, said they,
Like an o'erflowing river.--------

They set their heads together, I say,
They set their heads together:
On right, on left, on every hand,
We saw none to deliver. --------

Thou madest strong two chosen Ones,
To quell the Wicked's pride:
That Young Man, great in Issachar
The burden-bearing Tribe.

And him, among the Princes chief
In our Jerusalem,
The judge that 's mighty in thy law,
The Man that fears thy name.--------

Yet they, even they, with all their might,
Began to faint and fail;
Even as two howling, ravening wolves
To dogs do turn their tail:----

Th' Ungodly o'er the Just prevail'd,
For so thou hadst appointed;
That thou might'st greater glory give
Unto thine own Anointed.

And now thou hast restor’d our State,
Pity our Kirk also
For she by tribulations
Is now brought very low!------

Consume that High-Place, Patronage,
From off thy holy hill;
And in thy fury burn the book
Even of that man M'Gill.

Now hear our Prayer, accept our Song,
And fight thy Chosen's battle:
We seek but little, Lord, from thee,
Thou kens we get as little.----