Scottish

Excerpt from The Loyal Nonconformist by Robert Wilde (1666)

For holy vestments I'll not take an oath
     Which linen most canonical may be;
Some are for lawn, some holland, some Scots'-cloth
     And hemp, for some, is fitter than all three.

Paul had a cloak, and boots, and parchments too;
     But that he wore a surplice I'll not swear
Nor that his parchments did his orders show,
     Or in his books there was a Common Prayer.

by Robert Wilde, 1666

Excerpt From A Poem on Mr. Calamy’s Imprisonment by Robert Wilde

Let me find honey, though upon a road,
And prize the prison, where my keeper’s God:
Newgate or hell were heaven if Christ were there–
He made the stable so, and sepulchre.
Indeed, the place did for your presence call;
Prisons do want perfuming most of all.
Thanks to the bishop and his good lord mayor,
Who turned the den of thieves into a house of prayer;
And may some thief by you converted be,
Like him who suffered in Christ’s company.

by Robert Wilde

Another by Robert Wilde

Look whisly, friend, thou seldom seest such men,
	Heaven drops such jewels down but now and then--
One in an age, or nation: oh, 'tis rare,
Two Reynoldses(*) should fall to England's share!
Could Rome but show one such, and this were he,
His picture could not 'scape idolatry:
	Whom Papists (not with superstitious fire)
	Would dare to adore, we justly may admire.

by Robert Wilde

(*) The other was Dr. John Reynolds, an Elizabethan Puritan.

Jehovah Tsidkenu by Robert Murray McCheyne (1800s)

I once was a stranger to grace and to God,
I knew not my danger, and felt not my load;
Though friends spoke in rapture of Christ on the tree,index
Jehovah Tsidkenu was nothing to me.

I oft read with pleasure, to sooth or engage,
Isaiah´s wild measure and John´s simple page;
But e´en when they pictured the blood sprinkled tree
Jehovah Tsidkenu seemed nothing to me.

Like tears from the daughters of Zion that roll,
I wept when the waters went over His soul;
Yet thought not that my sins had nailed to the tree
Jehovah Tsidkenu””´twas nothing to me.

When free grace awoke me, by light from on high,
Then legal fears shook me, I trembled to die;
No refuge, no safety in self could I see””
Jehovah Tsidkenu my Saviour must be.

My terrors all vanished before the sweet name;
My guilty fears banished, with boldness I came
To drink at the fountain, life giving and free””
Jehovah Tsidkenu is all things to me.

Jehovah Tsidkenu! my treasure and boast,
Jehovah Tsidkenu! I ne´er can be lost;
In thee I shall conquer by flood and by field,
My cable, my anchor, my breast-plate and shield!

Even treading the valley, the shadow of death,
This “watchword” shall rally my faltering breath;
For while from life´s fever my God sets me free,
Jehovah Tsidkenu, my death song shall be.

by Robert Murray McCheyne

Excerpt from The Sabbath by James Grahame (1804)

220px-Rev_James_GrahameHow still the morning of the hallow’d day!
Mute is the voice of rural labour, hush’d
The ploughboy’s whistle, and the milkmaid’s song.
The scythe lies glittering in the dewy wreath
Of tedded grass, mingled with fading flowers,
That yester-morn bloom’d waving in the breeze.
Sounds the most faint attract the ear — the hum
Of early bee, the trickling of the dew,
The distant bleating midway up the hill.
Calmness sits throned on yon unmoving cloud.
To him who wanders o’er the upland leas,
The blackbird’s note comes mellower from the dale;
And sweeter from the sky the gladsome lark
Warbles his heaven-tuned song; the lulling brook
Murmurs more gently down the deep-worn glen;
While from yon lowly roof, whose curling smoke
O’ermounts the mist, is heard, at intervals,
The voice of psalms — the simple song of praise.

by James Grahame

Bartimeus Restored by James Grahame (1800s)

Blind, poor, and helpless Bartimeus sat,
Listening the foot of the wayfaring man,220px-Rev_James_Grahame
Still hoping that the next, and still the next,
Would put an alms into his trembling hand.
He thinks he hears the coming breeze faint rustle
Among the sycamores; it is the tread
Of thousand steps; it is the hum of tongues
Innumerable: But when the sightless man
Heard that the Nazarene was passing by,
He cried, and said, – ‘Jesus, thou Son of David,
Have mercy upon me!’ and, when rebuked,
He cried the more, ‘Have mercy upon me!’ –

Thy faith has made thee whole,
so Jesus spake,
And straight the blind Beheld The Face of God.

by James Graham

Excerpt from Of God’s Omnipotence by Alexander Hume (1500s)

Like flocks of fowls the colouds aboue,
Furth flies and couers all the sky:
Againe they suddenly remooue,
We wat not where nor reason why:
Bot till obey his holy law,
They poure out rain, sharpe haile, and snaw.

Behald the fearefull thunder crack,
And fierie flauchts sa violent,
Appeares nocht in the cloudis black,
Quhile be the highest they be sent:
The harts of men are dasht with feare,
Sik lights to see, and claps to heare.

by Alexander Hume