Ootcast Kirk

Aye and ’tis a bonnie glen And for us the Laird’s enclave Dinna fush the soldiers’ menace ‘Tis this moment that He gave. And we gaither ‘neath the stars And we tak the wine and bread And we cleave with benediction To each Word arr Saviour said. This is Church Mind not the dampness And the laing hike to and fro’ For the Pastor of our choosin’ Meets us here, and helps us grow. Though he lives just like an ootcast With a price upon his head He can still preach Heaven doon t’us And we treasure all he said. Sure ’tis hard times we endure For the One King of our Kirk Jesus, here, atop this hillside And His glorious finished work. And a lark flits kindly by us And a sheep bleats out content And we learn through sterling sufferin’ What the hunted Psalmist meant. Hebrews 11: 38 (well spoken of the Scottish Covenanters of the mid 1600's)