Defil’d wi’ sin.
May be Thou lets this fleshly thorn
Beset Thy servant e’en and morn,
Lest he owre proud and high should turn
That he’s sae gifted:
If sae, Thy han’ maun e’en be borne
Until Thou lift it.
Lord, bless Thy chosen in this place,
For here Thou hast a chosen race: