The Works of Adam Petrie; The Scotish Chesterfield. M.DCC.XX.--M.DCC.XXX. Now First Collected (Paperback)

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: POEM The Metaphor of Ministers being compared to Shepherds. Faithful Shepherds of the bleating Flock, Whose Care has been to feed on Age's Sock! Where Food in Plenty, and Springs rushing be, E'refrom the Second of the blessed Three. Keep still your Flock with most sincere Desires, From Robbers roving like the heavenly Fires, That by fits one Flash succeeds as one expires. With their great Cunning, waits them to ensnare, By their Deceit and Fraud ply'd here and there. Here find they shelter from each chilling Breeze, And from the Winter's mighty raging Freeze. There they'll be safe from every Thunder crack, '/'/hi' out it burst, and in great Grumblings brack With flashing Flames that will all Straglers wrack Kind Providence doth for the Flock prepare, All that's for Comfort and their present Fare; To To fit the Flock to travel on to Bliss, Where Floods of Comforts rushing they'U not miss. On Sharon' Rose they pasture in their Way, A nd Valley Lilly that bloometh ever gay. The purling Springs, that from the Rock do fioic, Refresh them still, when scorched here below. Ply hard, 0 Shepherds; and with ardor pray, For Strength to them to climb the milky Way: See to the Weak that Cordials you give, Their linking Spirits to rouse and relieve, dead you the tatter d, ivhen Need doth demand; And feed the Hungry with a liberal Hand. Prop up the Feeble, and to them Strength restore, With Views of Comforts, they have them before. On their Wounds drop Gilead's sovereign Balm, Which ranker'd Souls mightily doth Calm. Now to the Drowsie Stimulatings give, That them from Lethargy you may relieve. The Vile from Clean separate by your Club; Till with brine Tears their Spots they do off rub: For such do sap, and undermine God's Law, And slight his Threatnings given us to aw. 'Tis vain to s...