text:  Be pitiful O God! "We pray together at the kirk For mercy mercy solely-- Hands weary with the evil work We lift them to the Holy! The corpse is calm below our knee-- Its spirit bright before Thee-- Between them worse than either we-- Without the rest or glory! Be pitiful O God! "We sit on hills our childhood wist Woods hamlets streams beholding! The sun strikes through the furthest mist The city's spire to golden