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 Religion′s votaries shall bewail thy loss

While prayers arise, or Zion's songs are sung.

For thou wert ever still the poor man′s friend,

And at his pillow, when with sickness worn,

With Christ′s most holy precepts would′st attend,

From midnight hour until the dawning morn.

O! Cumnock′s daughters, while ye mourn your Seer,

Let not your hearts with hopeless grief be torn;

Lift up your eyes, and wipe away the tear,

Soon breaks the dawn of everlasting morn.

Then shall you hear your Pastor′s voice again,

Jesus receive me! and the flock thou gave!

O let us grace the glories of thy reign,

Thy love is all-omnipotent to save.

Fancy be hush′d—the theme is too sublime

For erring mortals in this vale of tears,