Hew Morrison Collection > Reminiscences of the life and labours of Dugald Buchanan, formerly teacher and evangelist at Rannock, Perthshire

DUGALD BLX'HAXAX'S SPIRITUAL SOXGS. 183
Thou King of kings. How solemn 'tis for lips un-
clean Thy Great and Holy name to mention. The
Highest Angels in th}^ Heavenly Host, compared with
Thee, are weak in strength, and blind their sight !
How little know they of Thy Mighty works ! How
far surpassing all their praise of Thee, is Thy glory
infinite ! compared with purity Divine, the brightest
stars are dim. Nor spotless are the Highest, Holiest
Angels when stand they do before Thy glorious throne.
Oh ! wilt Thou condescend ? Wilt Thou lend an ear
to hear a worm on earth, a dweller at Thy footstool,
one who only sees a little shadow of Thy face. Oh !
everlasting God, let not thine anger kindled be when
now I pour my prayer out — when sin with shame
to Thee I do confess — the abominable transgression
of which I have been guilty. My guilt is as the
mountains high. On me it has inflicted many w^ounds.
The burden of my sins has crushed my soul, and from
mine eye has wrung the bitter tear.
Eternal God, canst Thou me save, and not ignore
Thy justice great ? And if to me, Thou mercy shalt ex-
tend, can this be done, without reflection on thy
character and God-head true ? Nay, does not justice
strict demand unless denied, that I for evermore
should perish. My dreadful guilt has scarcely left
Thee room that mercy or grace on me Thou should'st
bestow. All the curses of the law that written are,
all dreadful threatenings denounced against the guilty.
Lord I deserve them at Thy hand. My doom is just,
though heaped these curses were, for ever on my head.
Though Heavens frown in wrath, tho' prostrate low I
should be laid, by thunder of Thy power. Though