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sing Thy high and
Am beachd do sliiiilean fiorghlan f^in,
Cha 'n 'eil na reulta 's airde glan ;
'S cha 'n 'eil na h-aingle 's naoniha 'n glMr,
'An IJithair do Mhòrachdsa gun snial.
Ach an dean thu t-isleach' f^in,
A dh'èisdeachd cnuimhe anns an hir 1
Fo stòl do chois a' gabhail tJimh,
'S nach faio ach sgiiile beag do d' ghntiis.
Na lasadh t-fhearg O Dhia nan dhl,
Am feadh a dheanam ùrnaigli rìut :
'S mo pheacadh aidicbeam le nair,
'S an truailleachd ghràineil anns 'n a thuit.
Mo chiont tha mar na sMibhte mbr ;
Is leòn iad mi le iomadh lot :
Ta m'anam bochd le 'n cudthrom brfiit,
'S o ni' sbùilibh fàsg* nan dfeura goii't.
Gach uile rahallachd a ta sgrlobht,
A t-fhacal tìor le bagradh teann,
Tbighearn thoill mi aig do làimh,
Gu'm biodh iad ciirnaicbt' air mo clieann.
Ged dh' fb!is na nt'amban dubh le griiaira,
'S mo bhual' le tairneanaicb do neirt
Ged thilg thu mi gu ifrinn sblos,
Gu slorruidh aidicheara do cheart.
Gidheadh am feud an lasair threun
A sgoilteas as a chfil an tuil ;
Drfighadh orm troimh ùmhlachd Chrtosd,
'S mi gabhail dion a steacb fo 'fhuil ?
Dean m' ionnlaid glan, O Dhia na sith,
'S an tobair ioc-shlaint bhrucbd a thaobh,
A bheir dliomh beatha as a' bhks
'S o m' tbruaillidheachd a ni mi saor.
Seen by those purest eyes of Thine
How dim the stars of brightest sheen !
The holiest angels are unclean
Before Thy majesty divine.
But, oh ! wilt Thou Thyself abase
To hear an earthly worm like me,
Beneath Thy fo'otstool, who can see
But dim reflections of Thy face ?
Lord, when I make my prayer to Thee,
When I my sins with sorrow tell,
And vileness into which I fell,
Let not Thy wrath enkindled be I
My guilt like mountains high appears,
That crush my soul beneath their weight.
It has me pierced with sorrows great,
And from mine eyes brought bitter tears.
The threatenings and the curses dread
Found written in Tliy Word, O Lord,
My sins deserve they should be poured
In all their terrors ou my head.
Although the skies grew black with gloom.
And all Thy thunders on me fell,
And Thou shouldst cast me down to hell,
I would admit the righteous doom.
But can that flame that licks each flood
Have any power over me.
If Christ's obedience be my plea.
And I am sheltered by His blood?
Oh, wash me wholly, God of peace,
In healing waters from His side ;
Life from His death shall these provide.
And me from filthiness release !
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DUGALD Buchanan's " Prayer ; " translated by L. MacEkan. The tune has not been ruhlishcd