y miles, and not see a reeking
house or hear a cock crow, &c. When ended, he and those with him lay
down in the sheep-house, and got some sleep; and early next morning went
up a burn-side and stayed long. When he came back, he sang the 32d psalm
from the 7th verse to the end; and then repeated that verse,

_Thou art my hiding-place, thou shalt
from trouble keep me free;
Thou with songs of deliverance
about shalt compass me._

Saying these and the following are sweet lines which I got at the
burn-side this morning, and will get more to-morrow; and so will get
daily provision.----He was never behind any who put their trust in him,
and we will go on in his strength, making mention of his righteousness,
and of his only. He met with another remarkable deliverance, for the
enemy coming upon him, and some others, they were pursued by both horse
and foot a considerable way. At last, getting some little height between
them and the enemy, he stood still and said, Let us pray here; for if
the Lord hear not our prayers and save us, we are all dead men, &c.
Then he began, saying, Lord, it is thy enemy's day, hour and power, they
may not be idle: But hast thou no other work for them, but to send them
after us? send them after them to whom thou wilt give strength to flee,
for our strength is gone. Twine them about the hill, Lord, and cast the
lap of thy cloke over old Sandy and their poor things, and save us this
one time; and we'll keep it in remembrance, and tell it to the
commendation of thy goodness, pity and compassion, what thou didst for
us at such a time. And in this he was heard; for a cloud of mist
interveened immediately betwixt them; and in the mean time a post came
to the enemy to go in quest of Mr. Renwick and a great company with him.

At this time it was seldom that Mr. Peden could be prevailed on to
preach; frequently answering and advising people to pray much, saying,
It was praying folk that would get through the storm; they would yet get
preaching, both meikle and good, but not much good of it, until judgment
was poured out to lay the land desolate, &c.

In the same year 1685, being in Carrick, John Clark of Muirbrook, being
with him, said, Sir, what think ye of this time? Is it not a dark and
melancholy day? Can there be a more discouraging time than this? He
said, Yes, John, this is a dark discouraging time, but there will be a
darker time than this; these silly graceless creatures the cur