Now a' the congregation o'er
Is silent expectation;
For Moodie speels the holy door, climbs to
Wi' tidings o' damnation,
Should Hornie, as in ancient days, Satan
'Mang sons o' God present him,
The very sight o' Moodie's face
To's ain het hame had sent him his own hot
Wi' fright that day.
Hear how he clears the points o' faith