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a new psal for the chapel of kilarnock

on the thanksgivg-day for his ajesty&039;s revery

o sg a new ng to the lord,

ake, all and every one,

a joyful noise, even for the kg

his restoration

the ns of belial the nd

did set their heads tother;

e, let sweep the off, said they,

like an o&039;erflog river

they set their heads tother, i say,

they set their heads tother;

on right, on left, on every hand,

we saw none to deliver

thou adest strong o chosen ones

to ell the wicked&039;s pride;

that young an, great issachar,

the burden-bearg tribe

and hi, aong the prces chief

our jerale,

the jud that&039;s ighty thy w,

the an that fears thy na

yet they, even they, with all their strength,

began to fat and fail:

even as o howlg, raveno wolves

to dogs do turn their tail

th&039; ungodly o&039;er the jt prevail&039;d,

for thou hadst appoted;

that thou ight&039;st greater glory give

unto the own anoted

and now thou hast restored our state,

pity our kirk al;

for she by tributions

is now brought very low

nsu that high-pce, patrona,

fro off thy holy hill;

and thy fury burn the book—

even of that an &039;gill

now hear our prayer, aept our ng,

and fight thy chosen&039;s battle:

we seek but little, lord, fro thee,

thou kens we t as little

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