{"id":8040,"date":"2022-01-25T13:04:05","date_gmt":"2022-01-25T13:04:05","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blogs.bath.ac.uk\/edswahs\/?p=8040"},"modified":"2022-01-25T13:04:05","modified_gmt":"2022-01-25T13:04:05","slug":"holy-willies-prayer","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.bath.ac.uk\/edswahs\/2022\/01\/25\/holy-willies-prayer\/","title":{"rendered":"Holy Willie's Prayer"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Holy Willie's Prayer is my favourite Burns poem. \u00a0His take no prisoners approach to Calvanism resonates today, and what a pity there isn't a Burns around to comment on Cancel culture both north and south of the border. \u00a0Today is Burns Night, and this seems a suitable way of marking it. \u00a0I used to know it by heart and recite it in a Cumbrian accent. [<strong>*<\/strong>]<\/p>\n<div class=\"colleft\">\n<p>O Thou, that in the heavens does dwell,<br \/>\nAs it pleases best Thysel',<br \/>\nSends ane to Heaven an' ten to Hell,<br \/>\nFor Thy glory,<br \/>\nAnd no for onie guid or ill<br \/>\nThey've done afore Thee!<\/p>\n<p>I bless and praise Thy matchless might,<br \/>\nWhen thousands Thou hast left in night,<br \/>\nThat I am here afore Thy sight,<br \/>\nFor gifts an' grace<br \/>\nA burning and a shining light<br \/>\nTo a' this place.<\/p>\n<p>What was I, or my generation,<br \/>\nThat I should get sic exaltation?<br \/>\nI wha deserv'd most just damnation<br \/>\nFor broken laws,<br \/>\nSix thousand years 'ere my creation,<br \/>\nThro' Adam's cause.<\/p>\n<p>When from my mither's womb I fell,<br \/>\nThou might hae plung'd me deep in hell,<br \/>\nTo gnash my gums, and weep and wail,<br \/>\nIn burnin lakes,<br \/>\nWhere damned devils roar and yell,<br \/>\nChain'd to their stakes.<\/p>\n<p>Yet I am here a chosen sample,<br \/>\nTo show thy grace is great and ample;<br \/>\nI'm here a pillar o' Thy temple,<br \/>\nStrong as a rock,<br \/>\nA guide, a buckler, and example,<br \/>\nTo a' Thy flock.<\/p>\n<p>O Lord, Thou kens what zeal I bear,<br \/>\nWhen drinkers drink, an' swearers swear,<br \/>\nAn' singing here, an' dancin there,<br \/>\nWi' great and sma';<br \/>\nFor I am keepit by Thy fear<br \/>\nFree frae them a'.<\/p>\n<p>But yet, O Lord! confess I must,<br \/>\nAt times I'm fash'd wi' fleshly lust:<br \/>\nAn' sometimes, too, in worldly trust,<br \/>\nVile self gets in;<br \/>\nBut Thou remembers we are dust,<br \/>\nDefil'd wi' sin.<\/p>\n<p>O Lord! yestreen, Thou kens, wi' Meg<br \/>\nThy pardon I sincerely beg;<br \/>\nO may't ne'er be a livin' plague<br \/>\nTo my dishonour,<br \/>\nAn' I'll ne'er lift a lawless leg<br \/>\nAgain upon her.<\/p>\n<p>Besides, I farther maun avow,<br \/>\nWi' Leezie's lass, three times I trow -<br \/>\nBut Lord, that Friday I was fou,<br \/>\nWhen I cam near her;<br \/>\nOr else, Thou kens, Thy servant true<br \/>\nWad never steer her.<\/p>\n<p>Maybe Thou lets this fleshly thorn<br \/>\nBuffet Thy servant e'en and morn,<br \/>\nLest he owre proud and high shou'd turn,<br \/>\nThat he's sae gifted:<br \/>\nIf sae, Thy han' maun e'en be borne,<br \/>\nUntil Thou lift it.<\/p>\n<p>Lord, bless Thy chosen in this place,<br \/>\nFor here Thou has a chosen race!<br \/>\nBut God confound there stubborn face,<br \/>\nAn' blast their name,<br \/>\nWha brings Thy elders to disgrace<br \/>\nAn' open shame.<\/p>\n<p>Lord, mind Gaw'n Hamilton's deserts;<br \/>\nHe drinks, an' swears, an' plays at cartes,<br \/>\nYet has sae mony takin arts,<br \/>\nWi' great an' sma',<br \/>\nFrae God's ain priest the people's hearts<br \/>\nHe steals awa'.<\/p>\n<p>And when we chasten'd him therefore,<br \/>\nThou kens how he bred sic a splore,<br \/>\nAnd set the world in a roar<br \/>\nO' laughing at us;<br \/>\nCurse Thou his basket and his store,<br \/>\nKail an' potatoes.<\/p>\n<p>Lord, hear my earnest cry and pray'r,<br \/>\nAgainst that Presbyt'ry o' Ayr;<br \/>\nThy strong right hand, Lord mak it bare<br \/>\nUpo' their heads;<br \/>\nLord visit them, an' dinna spare,<br \/>\nFor their misdeeds.<\/p>\n<p>O Lord my God! that glib-tongu'd Aitken,<br \/>\nMy vera heart an' flesh are quakin,<br \/>\nTo think how we stood sweatin, shakin,<br \/>\nAn' pish'd wi' dread,<br \/>\nWhile he, wi' hingin lip an' snakin,<br \/>\nHeld up his head.<\/p>\n<p>Lord, in Thy day o' vengeance try him,<br \/>\nLord, visit them wha did employ him,<br \/>\nAnd pass not in Thy mercy by them,<br \/>\nNor hear their pray'r,<br \/>\nBut for Thy people's sake destroy them,<br \/>\nAn' dinna spare.<\/p>\n<p>But, Lord, remember me an' mine<br \/>\nWi' mercies temporal and divine,<br \/>\nThat I for grace an' gear may shine,<br \/>\nExcell'd by nane,<br \/>\nAnd a' the glory shall be Thine,<br \/>\nAmen, Amen!<\/p>\n<p>................................<\/p>\n<p><strong>*\u00a0<\/strong>Holy Willie was William Fisher, a Kirk Elder in Mauchline. \u00a0You can listen to Richard Wilson reading the poem <a href=\"https:\/\/www.bbc.co.uk\/bitesize\/guides\/zg2mmp3\/audio\">here<\/a>.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"collright\"><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Holy Willie's Prayer is my favourite Burns poem. \u00a0His take no prisoners approach to Calvanism resonates today, and what a pity there isn't a Burns around to comment on Cancel culture both north and south of the border. \u00a0Today is...<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":237,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8040","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-comment"],"acf":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bath.ac.uk\/edswahs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8040","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bath.ac.uk\/edswahs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bath.ac.uk\/edswahs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bath.ac.uk\/edswahs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/237"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bath.ac.uk\/edswahs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8040"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bath.ac.uk\/edswahs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8040\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bath.ac.uk\/edswahs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8040"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bath.ac.uk\/edswahs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8040"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bath.ac.uk\/edswahs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8040"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}