Yea, thou excell'st in rich attire The lamp that lights the globe Thy sparkling garment heav'ns admire, Thy husband is thy robe. This raiment never waxes old, 'Tis always new and clean: From summer-heat and winter-cold, Thy husband can thee screen. All who the name of worthies bore, Since Adam was undrest, No worth acquir'd, but as they wore Thy husband's purple vest. This linen fine can beautify The soul with sin begirt. 0 bless his name, that e'er on thee Thy husband spread his skirt. Are dunghills decked with flow'ry glore, Which Solomon's outvie: : Sure thine is infinitely more, Thy husband decks the sky. Thy hands could never work the dress, By grace alone thou'rt gay. Grace vents and reigns through righteousness, Thy husband's bright array. To spin thy robe no more dost need Than lilies toil for theirs; Out of his bowels ev'ry thread Thy husband thine prepares. Ralph Erskine |
Muckle Kate Not a very ordinary name! But then, Muckle Kate, or Big Kate, or Kate-Mhor, or Kate of Lochcarron was not a very ordinary woman! The actual day of her salvation is difficult to trace to its sunrising, but being such a glorious day as it was, we simply wish to relate something of what shone forth in the redeemed life of that "ill-looking woman without any beauty in the sight of God or man." Muckle Kate was born and lived in Lochcarron in the county of Ross-shire. By the time she had lived her life to its eighty-fifth year she had well-earned the reputation of having committed every known sin against the Law of God with the exception murder. Speaking after the manner of men, if it took "Grace Abounding" to save a hardened sinner like John Bunyan, it was going to take "Grace Much More Abounding" to save Muckle Kate. However, Grace is Sovereign and cannot be thwarted when God sends it on the errand of salvation, and even the method used in bri
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