A SERMON Preached at Glascow in SCOTLAND, By Mr. JAMES KEA, TO The Rebels in Arms.  
The TEXT, Zion is wounded.  
BEluved in our Loard,  
before I gang any further, give me leave, by the geate, to show ye twa things, and then I's open my Text and hanle my pearts as they lig in order. 1st. Beluved, wha is meant by Zion i'my Text, that's ean the pure Kirk a Scotland, the haly Profet talls ye with a hoy hart, that Zion is wounded; but gen he had leved e these weafow days a ours, he e plain terms wad a talled ye that te pure Kirk a Scotland is wounded. 2ly. Wha has wounded her trow ye? To this purpose I's tell ye a tale, but I's nay say 'tis true; but be it true, or be it fauce, take't as I tink it a God's benison: When I was a young Laddy, thur was a warsom man a Student a Theology in the College of Aberdeen, an he was te make a Preechment before te Masters a this College; an out au te haly Scripture o God he weiled this Text: an he talled 'em, What will ye give me, an Is't betray her to ye? (and he cud hazel it in Latin, Quid dabitis?) And tere was a honest old man sitinge at te fuet of te Powpit, and he says tull him, Sir, gi'en yele betray him to me, Is't give ye a geud fat Bishopric. Now ye may here by this wha it is that betrays Crist, an wonds te pure Kirk a Scotland. But now te come to my Text, Zion is wounded, te pure Kirk of Scotland is wounded; where is she wounded trow ye? I trow an she were well lanced, ther wad ne prove a  bit in her; but for mere satisfaction, she is wounded e fore places. 1st. She is wounded e her head, e respect a her Rulars. 2ly. E her hands, e respect a her Decipline. 3ly. E her hart, e respect a her Doctrine. An 4ly. E her feet, e respect of her Worship. Now we Gads good leave ya ward or twa to eke a them, in a ward a application, and see Is't come te a close. 1st. Beluved, te pure Kirk a Scotland is wounded e her head, e respect a her Rulars. Is't teel ye, Beluved, te pure Kirk a Scotland has got sick a clack o her head as has girded her breins to jump again: and who is it, trow you? I mean by her Rulars, even those that misrule her; that's even te proud Bishops. And te Bishops they ha' wounded her we three Swords: 1st. We te sword o their Pride. I ha' seen te day, and sea has sum o yea, when a gued Minister wad a gen tripen up an down te get fow wansamly, we a Cap o his head an a short Cleake we a side-neck, an a Gad's name he wad a made a fow wansom Preechment wad a den a hart gued to a heard him: But te Bishop's thur proud fow swingers, that must ha' thur silk Girdles hang dribbling about thur Arses, an as much about thur tales as wouldhave make six peer a Briches tell a peer man. 2ly. she has wounded te pure Kirk a Scotland we the sword a her Gluttony. I ha' heard te day that a gued Minister wouldhave ha' been we'll content we a dish fow a Milk an Bread, or aught that te haly gued Gad wad a sent; but te Bish. thur bellygad lownes, Is't fear tha'l no gang te the Devil we lean branes: they eat and drink an feed oh te fat o te Land, but gen a peer man cum to thur dear deathlike, e'en to famish for caud an hanger, tha'l naw ge him se micle as wouldhave fill his maw. 3ly. Tha ha' wounded te peer Kirk a Scotland we the sword of thur Covetusness. Beluved, that must ha' sea much ilken Bural, sea much Bridal, and sea much for ilken Wile an Testament, an Gad ken what mere beside; we'll Is't say in a wurd ge 'em even te Deel for he's much, an than are even greedy that near be satisfied. Tha ha' sea rob, an sea hirried, and sea pillaged an plundered te peer Kirk a Scotland, that 'gan Gad will ne scarge 'em out o'th' Land, as he did ye ance before, tha'l ne leave her so much as yaw ale to claw her cell withaw. 2ly. Te peer Kirk a Scotland is wounded e her hans, e respect o her Discipline. Is't teel ye, Beluved, te peer Kirk a Scotland is so wounded e her hands, that this long while sine te King oh Angland cam in, she cud ne'er make a hammock o a cauld day: we ha' sike strange an uncouth Laws among us, we'll anger us aul te heart before we geet rid o 'em: tha teel us we must ne preach we out o'er white sacks o or backs, an that we must ha' a neest a whisles set up e or Kirks; that we must ha' o'er Barnes baptezed we a sine o te Cross, or rader we te sine o te hore; we'll let te homigers de what te will, Is't fear Christ an his haly Desciples near learned any sike thing. 3ly. Te peer Kirk a Scotland is wounded e her Hart e respect o her Doctrine. Te Kirk a Scotland is see rotten o her Hart, an that same infection has see spread it sell thro' awe her body, that te sea the truth o her, she is nother  wind nor limb, an ne portion will cure her but te haly, haly Solemn League and Cuvenant renewed, which we Gads good blessing wouldhave restore her to her wont health. Again, 4ly. Te peer Kirk a Scotland is wounded e her feet e respect o her Worship. I can remember, Beluved, sine te Kirk o Scotland meght a-been liknet te a bony nag, that cud amelet an peace it sow sweetly; but te Bishop's thur galloping swingers than got o ye back o that nag, an than quite jaded hime up te ruin; for they lad upon her back te buek o Common Prayer, an te buek o Cannons; an fine that came to London, they lad upon her back te Yeath o Supremacy an te Kirk Law-bueks; an than they came trippen down to Edinburgh te unlate thur baggage, I wornt what arrant than had there; but Beluved, what here an what there, that ha' sea used him, that they ha' no left yeaw fast nail e his fuet: an now Beluved, we may tell o'er teale without lauter, we can liken hime now to neane but balam's Ass, e which story thur be three things te be heeded. 1. Te Ass, that's even te peer Kirk o Scotland. 2ly. Te riders, an that's even te proud Bishops. 3ly. To gued Angel that stopped te Ass by te geate, an who trow ye is that? I wots we'll you wad fain hear that; why 'tis even my good Lard H. Gad's benison on his bony face, there he sits, the trimest light that ere te peer Kirk o Scotland ever saw. And now we hope te gued Angel will kick te lownes out o the saddle, for he hangs by te hough, half out an haufe in; an fain wad he keep in still; an talls ye, let him but stay in an he'll ne'er trouble ye we te porkmantle any mere; but the Devil is a wily paw, let him but get in his little finger, a he'll seen get in his heel hand; let but te Lownes get his arse into the saddle ageane, an ye may awe paw tell ye are weary before ye can get him out again. But now ya ward or twa o uses: an 1. ya word o incorragment te all te gued people o Gad, that ha' set thur heart an hans te renuing te old an ancient Solemn League an Cuvenant: we'll, Is't say ne mere but this, as ye ha' begun this gued work, even see it perfect, and ye shall not lose year reward e heaven, 2ly. I ha' ya word o reproof to ye Provest and Bailiff of this gued Town, ye we'll ne subscribe te year, but bide te next year an then ye we'll; but I see ye are awe alive te year, but Gad ken who will be alive neext. I ha' ya ward mere o reproof to ye Collectors o ye Kings rents, ye will not subscribe nowther, till next year your Offices be out, for fear o the King's displeasure. Beluved, I must conclude we ya ward, an that is this, even this; There is but ya sort o folk between Gad an ye: taken away that sort o men, an ye may awe gang to heaven, sheeke by shoal, yan by another.  
FINIS.