WILLIAM STEWART TO THE CHVRCH OF SCOTLAND Sonnet THou little Church to whom Christ hath restor'd The cleare lost light of his Evangell pure Thy God doth with all diligence procure That with his word thou maist be still decor'd Though thou have long his wholesome truth abhor'd Yet his great mercies did thy blindnesse cure Submitting thee unto the carefull cure Of such pastours as truely teach his word Out of whose hands what great thanks now receive All Davids Psalmes set forth in pleasant verse Agreater gift of them thou couldst not crave Whose endlesse fruit my pen cannot rehearse For here thou hast for every accident That may occurre a doctrine pertinent