THE HARP OF P1TCAIRN. 307 
HYMN. 
1. 
I WILL not encumber my verse 
With metaphor, figure, or trope ; 
Nor will I the praises rehearse 
Of aught in Creation's wide scope ; 
My Bible shall furnish the theme, 
My subject will angels applaud, 
My soul shall rejoice in his name, 
My Brother, my Saviour, my God. 
2. 
My Brother, How grateful that sound 
When sorrow preys deep on the heart ; 
When malice and discord abound, 
What balm can a brother impart. 
A tender, unchangeable friend, 
On whose bosom 'tis sweet to recline, 
Ever prompt to assist or defend ; 
Such a Friend, such a Brother is mine. 
3. 
My Saviour ! Thrice glorious name ! 
But who of the children of men 
The wondrous appointment may claim ? 
Or who can the title sustain ? 
Immanuel, Jesus, alone 
Doth fulness and fitness combine, 
He only for sin can atone, 
And He is my Saviour, e'en mine. 
