Sir Walter Scott

Ah, County Guy, the hour is nigh,
The sun has left the lea,
The orange flower perfumes read more

Ah, County Guy, the hour is nigh,
The sun has left the lea,
The orange flower perfumes the bower,
The breeze is on the sea.

Where lives the man that has not tried,
How mirth can into folly glide,
And folly into read more

Where lives the man that has not tried,
How mirth can into folly glide,
And folly into sin!

Loud o'er my head though awful thunders roll,
And vivid lightnings flash from pole to pole,
Yet read more

Loud o'er my head though awful thunders roll,
And vivid lightnings flash from pole to pole,
Yet 'tis Thy voice, my God, that bids them fly,
Thy arm directs those lightnings through the sky.
Then let the good Thy mighty name revere,
And hardened sinners Thy just vengeance fear.

As many servants so many enemies.

As many servants so many enemies.

Let ease and rest at times be given to the weary.

Let ease and rest at times be given to the weary.