Against that presbt’ry o’ Ayr;
Thy strong right hand, Lord make it bare
Upo’ their heads!
Lord, weigh it down, an’ dinna spare,
For their misdeeds.
But, Lord, remember me and mine
Wi’ mercies temp’ral and divine,
That I for gear and grace may shine,
Excell’d by name;
And a the glory shall be thine,