Thou might have plung'd me deep in hell,
To gnash my gooms, and weep and wail, [gums]
In burning lakes,
Where damned devils roar and yell,
Chain'd to their stakes;

Yet I am here a chosen sample,
To show Thy grace is great and ample;
I'm here a pillar o' Thy temple,
Strong as a rock,
A guide, a buckler, an example
To a' Thy flock.

But yet, O Lord! confess I must
At times I'm fash'd wi' fleshly lust; [troubled]
An' sometimes too, in warldly trust,
Vile self gets in;
But Thou remembers we are dust,
Defil'd wi' sin.

O Lord! yestreen, Thou kens, wi' Meg--
Thy pardon I sincerely beg--
O! may't ne'er be a living plague
To my dishonour,
An' I'll ne'er lift a lawless leg
Again upon her.

Besides I farther maun avow-- [must]
Wi' Leezie's lass, three times, I trow--
But, Lord, that Friday I was fou, [drunk]