"An' mair--I dinna forbid ye to sing a bit hyme at the funeral. Let
Wullie Allison lift the tune, for he aye keeps the time. Yon Methody's
hyme wad dae:
"'Hide me, oh, my Saviour hide
Till the storm of life is past,'
for the wind'll be doon then, I'm hopin'.
"The fowk'll think it strange, for they a' ken my convictions, sae ye'd
better close wi' a paraphrase:
"'Then will He own His servant's name
Before His father's face.'