FOR Scotland's and for freedom's right
The Bruce his part had played,
In five successive fields of fight
Been conqured and dismayed;
BEAUTIFUL, sublime, and glorious;
Mild, majestic, foaming, free, -
Over time itself victorious,
Image of eternity!
I walk'd the fields at morning's prime,
The grass was ripe for mowing;
The skylark sang his matin chime,
LAMP of our feet whereby we trace
Our path when wont to stray;
Stream from the fount of heav'nly grace,
Pour your tears wild and free - balm best and holiest!
Fallen is the lofty tree, low as the lowliest;