The stars are steady abune; br I' the water they flichter and flee; br But, steady aye, luikin doon br They ken theirsels i' the sea. br br A' licht, and clear, and free, br God, thou shinest abune; br Yet luik, and see thysel in me, br Aye on me luikin doon. br br ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ br br Throu the heather an' how gaed the creepin thing, br But abune was the waff o' an angel's wing. br br ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ br br Hither an' thither, here an' awa, br Into the dub ye maunna fa'; br Oot o' the dub wad ye come wi' speed, br Ye maun lift yer han's abune yer heid. br br ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ br br Whaur's nor sun nor mune, br Laigh things come abune. br br br br br br * br br My thouchts are like worms in a starless gloamin br My hert's like a sponge that's fillit wi' gall; br My soul's like a bodiless ghaist sent a roamin br I' the haar an' the mirk till the trumpet call. br br Lord, turn ilk worm til a butterflee, br Wring oot my hert, an' fill 't frae thy ain; br My soul syne in patience its weird will dree, br An' luik for the mornin throu the rain.