1.
O, sing a new song to the Lord!
Make, all and every one,
A joyful noise, ev'n for the King
His restoration!
2.
The sons of Belial in the land
Did set their heads together.
' Come, let us sweep them off,' said they,
' Like an o'erflowing river!'
3.
They set their heads together, I say,
They set their heads together:
On right, and left, and every hand,
We saw none to deliver.
4.
Thou madest strong two chosen ones,
To quell the Wicked's pride:
That Young Man, great in Issachar,
The burden-bearing tribe;
5.
And him, among the Princes, chief
In our Jerusalem,
The Judge that's mighty in Thy law,
The man that fears Thy name.
6.
Yet they, even they with all their strength,
Began to faint and fail;
Even as two howling, rav'ning wolves
To dogs do turn their tail.
7.
Th' ungodly o'er the just prevail'd;
For so Thou hadst appointed,
That Thou might'st greater glory give
Unto Thine own anointed!
8.
And now Thou hast restored our State,
Pity our Kirk also;
For she by tribulations
Is now brought very low!
9.
Consume that high-place, Patronage,
From off Thy holy hill;
And in Thy fury burn the book
Even of that man M'Gill!
10.
Now hear our prayer, accept our song,
And fight Thy chosen's battle!
We seek but little, Lord, from Thee:
Thou kens we get as little!

(Note: - The word 'fear' and in verse 5, and in other references in the Bible, does not mean, to be afraid of, but has the meaning - a deep reverence or piety towards God.)

O, sing a new song to the Lord!
Make, all and every one,
A joyful noise, even for the King
His restoration!

The sons of Belial in the land
Did set their heads together.
' Come, let us sweep them off,' said they,
'Like an overflowing river!'

They set their heads together, I say,
They set their heads together:
On right, and left, and every hand,
We saw none to deliver.

You made strong two chosen ones,
To quell the Wicked's pride:
That Young Man, great in Issachar,
The burden-bearing tribe;

And him, among the Princes, chief
In our Jerusalem,
The Judge that is mighty in Your law,
The man that fears Your name.

Yet they, even they with all their strength,
Began to faint and fail;
Even as two howling, ravening wolves
To dogs do turn their tail.

The ungodly over the just prevailed;
For so You had appointed,
That You might greater glory give
Unto Your own anointed!

And now You have restored our State,
Pity our Church also;
For she by tribulations
Is now brought very low!

Consume that high-place, Patronage,
From off Your holy hill;
And in Your fury burn the book
Even of that man M'Gill!

Now hear our prayer, accept our song,
And fight Your chosen's battle!
We seek but little, Lord, from You:
You know we get as little!