Dear Lamb! this Congregation
Is poor, despise her not;
She's taken with thy Passion
As were she on the spot,
Where earning her Election,
Thy Heart-strings broke in death;
That stirs up her affection,
And gives her life and breath.

Shouldst thou desire her beauty,
For shame she bides her face;
And shouldst thou look for duty,
Ah! here she has no place:
O that Thy bowels' feeling
O'er us might joyful be;
Howe'er Thou'rt with us dealing,
0 then how blest are we!

Hymn written November 15, 1753 - Memoirs of James Hutton (1856)