Page:Loss in a land, or, Lamentation in city and country with sighs from Perth for the death of ... Mr. William Wilson minister of the gospel at Perth.pdf/7

 ( 7 ) Where ly the Steps in ſhivers all,

Waiting the Trumpet's ſolemn call,

The Top which reach'd to Heav'n before;

In Heav'n confirm'd for evermore.

At the great Day that's drawing near,

When the chief Shepherd ſhall appear,

This great Shepherd, on his right Hand,

In white Raiment cloathed ſhall ſtand,

Shining like Light, whiter than Snow,

No Fuller could it whitten ſo.

And of his Flock ſome hidden ones,

In Crown of Gold, like precious Stones,

Upon his Crown ſhall ſparkle ſo,

But hold my Muſe no further go.

In chequer'd' Work of Words and Groans;

O Perth, in fable now thou moans!

Houſe is left us deſolate,

our candle is put out,

And his dear Flock is ſcattered,

their own Shepherd without. For Temple-Songs, which we have ſung,

with grave ſweet Melodie,

We're mourning for our Paſtor, whom

our Eyes ſhall no more ſee: With him into God's Houſe we went,

with voice of Joy and Praiſe:

Throng crowded Multitudes, which kept

the ſolemn holy Days. But now our Synagogues are ſhut,

theſe Doors faſt bolted be,

Eſſembled Elders where ye ſtood,

us enter them to fee. The ruler of the Synagogue,

in Houſe of ſilence lyes;

our furniſh'd table is now drawn,

alas! before our Eyes.