A Compendious Bulk of Godly Psalms and Spiritual Songs
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This project was conceived to clean up those books as much as possible and make them more accessible to the interested reader, leading to the creation of a massive list of variant spellings and their corrections. This was used to clean up the text, but is of course only as complete as the list itself. Because of the nature of the original transcription, some words have missing characters or places where the original language (e.g., Greek) was not transcribed. This effort does not change that. Be aware that the original transcription can also be faulty and in some cases entire sentences may be missing.
Although this is no substitute for a properly compared, proofed, and scholarly edition, I believe that the result is a document which is far more accessible, particularly for searching for terms using standard spelling. The document has been cleaned and presented in what I hope is a pleasing and useful format for the vast majority of Christian brothers and sisters who just want access to read these spiritually nourishing works.
However, a word of warning: The Puritans were a very diverse group of people and their age was characterized with godliness, but also much upheaval, disputation and strife. They disagreed on many doctrines and some of these works contain less orthodox or Scriptural views than others. The reader is strongly advised to read with discernment, particularly if it is unknown whether author is trustworthy.
This project took a huge amount of time and skill to bring to fruition. I would particularly like to thank David Jonescue for the initial list of Puritans he found on EEBO and the concept behind this project as well as the continuous, unceasing efforts toward seeing this complete. Without his labor, this would not be available. Alex Sarrouf was invaluable in providing the initial list of over 7,000 spelling variations he had identified and corrected, as well as continuing to review more than 16,000 additions to that list for any typos.
Logan West
(with David Jonescue and Alex Sarrouf)
www.puritansearch.org
ANE Cōpendious 〈…〉 of godly Psalms and spirit 〈…〉 collectit forth of sindrie pa 〈…〉 Scripture, with diueris v 〈…〉 tis changeit out of prophan 〈…〉 in godly sangis, for 〈…〉 sin and harlatrie. With 〈…〉 mentation of sindrie 〈…〉 and godly Ballads not contenit in t •• first editioun.
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Imprenti • 〈◊〉 Edinburgh be IOHNE 〈◊〉 for Henry Charter 〈…〉 M. D. LXXVI ••
Cum priuilegio 〈…〉
| The year of our Lord. | Pasche day. | The Goldin number. | The Sondayis Letter. | The Leip year. | |
| 〈…〉 . lxxviij. | 30. | Marche. | 2. | E. | |
| 〈…〉 . lxxix. | 19. | April | 3. | O. | |
| 〈…〉 . lxxx. | 3. | April. | 4. | C. | B. |
| 〈…〉 . lxxxj. | 26. | Marche. | 5. | A. | |
| 〈…〉 . lxxxij. | 15. | April. | 6. | G. | |
| 〈…〉 . lxxxiij. | 31. | Marche. | 7. | F. | |
| 〈…〉 . lxxxiiij. | 19. | April. | 8. | E. | D. |
| 〈…〉 . lxxxv. | 11. | April. | 9. | C. | |
| 〈…〉 lxxxvj. | 3. | April. | 10. | B. |
| •• | d | In S. Monence ane Fair. | i |
| e | ii | ||
| ii •• | f | The iii. day the Temple of Jerusalem was buyldit again and consecrate •• t with greit solempnitie. Esdra 6. befo •• the birth of Christ 515. yeiris. | iii |
| g | iv | ||
| xix | A | v | |
| xiii | b | vi | |
| c | vii | ||
| xvj | d | viii | |
| •• | e | ix | |
| f | a •• vi. and vi. | x | |
| x •• i | g | Sone in Aries. | xi |
| ••• | A | xi •• | |
| b | xiii | ||
| •• | •• | xiii •• | |
| d | xv | ||
| x •• iii | e | Aprilis. | xvi |
| xii | f | S. Patrek in Dunbartane ane Fair. | xvii |
| g | xviij | ||
| x •• | A | xix | |
| iiii | b | S. Cudbert in Langtouu in the Mers ane Fair. | xx |
| c | xxj | ||
| xii | d | xxij | |
| e | xxiii | ||
| f | xxiiij | ||
| ix | g | Lady day in the west wenus ane Fair. | xxv |
| A | xxvj | ||
| x ••• | b | The 2 •• . day Ueneis was begun to be buyldit. anno. 422. | xwii |
| vi | c | xxviii | |
| d | xx •• x | ||
| xiiii | •• | •• x | |
| •• | f | xxx •• |
| xi | g | j | |
| A | The first day Rome was destroy it be Alarik King of Gothis, after ii. yeiris seige. anno 412. Blondus. The Temple of Jerusalem is purgit from Adolatrie be King Hezekiah. •• . Paral. 29. | ii | |
| xix | b | iii | |
| viii | •• | iv | |
| d | v | ||
| xvj | e | vi | |
| v | f | vii | |
| g | viii | ||
| xiii | A | ix | |
| ii | b | x | |
| c | at v and vi. | xi | |
| x | d | xii | |
| e | xiii | ||
| xviij | f | Maij. | xiv |
| vii | g | xv | |
| A | The 11. day Joshua circumciseth the pepill in Bilgall. | xvi | |
| xv | b | xvij | |
| iiii | c | Ios. 5. | xviij |
| d | The 18. day the pepill passit saif throw the reid sey, and Pharaoh with his Oist drow nit. Exod. 14.15. | xix | |
| xii | e | xx | |
| •• | f | xxi | |
| g | xxij | ||
| ix | A | xxiij | |
| b | xxiiij | ||
| xvii | c | Mark Evangel. | xxv |
| vi | d | xxvi | |
| e | xxvij | ||
| xiiii | •• | xxviij | |
| iii | g | at iv. and ane half. | xxix |
| A | and vii. and ane half. | xxx |
| xi | b | Philip and Jacob. | •• |
| c | ii | ||
| xix | d | Haly Cross day in Kinnocher and in Peblis ane Fair. | iii |
| viii | e | iv | |
| f | v | ||
| xvi | g | The 6. day Rome was takin be the Duke of Burbone. an. 1527. | vi |
| v | A | vii | |
| b | viii | ||
| xiii | c | ix | |
| ii | d | x | |
| e | Sone in Gemini. | xi | |
| x | f | xii | |
| g | xiii | ||
| xviii | A | xiiii | |
| vii | b | The 15. day God did rain Manna to the pepill. Exo. 15. | xv |
| c | xvi | ||
| xv | d | xvii | |
| iiii | e | The 17. day Noah enterit in the Ark. Gene. 7. | xviii |
| f | xix | ||
| xii | g | xx | |
| i | A | at iv. and viii. | xxi |
| b | xxii | ||
| ix | c | xxiii | |
| d | xxiiii | ||
| xvii | e | xxv | |
| vi | f | xxvi | |
| g | The 27. day Noah came forth of the ark. Genes. 8.9. The 29 day Constantinople was takin be Mahomete. | xxvii | |
| xiiii | A | xxviii | |
| iii | b | xxix | |
| c | xxx | ||
| xi | d | xxxi |
| e | Th •• first day the pepill of I •• raell come in the hill of Sinai: vtherwise called Casius, & their abaid almaist ane year. Exo. 19. | i | |
| xix | f | ii | |
| viii | g | iii | |
| xv | A | iv | |
| v | b | v | |
| e | The vi. day Alexander the greit is borne. | vi | |
| xiii | d | vii | |
| ii | e | viii | |
| f | ix | ||
| x | g | x | |
| A | S. Barnabie Lawder fair. | xi | |
| xviii | •• | xii | |
| vii | c | Sone in Cancer. | xiii |
| d | Iunij laugest day. | xiv | |
| xv | c | xv | |
| iiii | f | Quarter before iii. | xvi |
| g | xvij | ||
| xii | A | xviii | |
| j | b | The 19. day James the Sxet King of Scotland was borne Anno. 1566. | xix |
| c | xx | ||
| ix | d | xxi | |
| e | xxij | ||
| xvii | f | xxiij | |
| vi | g | S. Ihone in S. Iohnstonn ane Fair. | xxiiij |
| A | xxv | ||
| xiv | b | xxvi | |
| iii | c | xxvij | |
| d | xxviij | ||
| xi •• | e | Peter p •• stle. | xxix |
| •• | xxx |
| xvj | f | i | |
| v | g | ii | |
| A | iii | ||
| xiii | b | iv | |
| ii | c | Heir endis the Canicular days. | v |
| d | vi | ||
| x | e | vii | |
| f | Lady day in Striuiling and Dundie ane fair. | viii | |
| xviii | g | ix | |
| vii | A | x | |
| b | xi | ||
| xv | c | at vi. and vi. | xii |
| iiii | d | xiii | |
| e | Rude day in Craill and Iedburgh ane fair. | xiv | |
| xii | f | xv | |
| •• | g | Sone in Libra. | xvi |
| A | Ni •• ht and day of ane lenth. | xvii | |
| ix | b | xviij | |
| c | xix | ||
| xvii | d | Matthew Apostle in Linlighgow ane fair. | xx |
| vi | e | xxi | |
| f | xxii | ||
| xiiii | g | xxiij | |
| iii | A | xxiiij | |
| b | xxv | ||
| xi | c | xx •• | |
| xix | d | at vi and ane half, and v. and ane half. | xxvij |
| e | xxviij | ||
| viii | f | S. Michael in Hadingtoun, in Leslie, and in Air ane fair. | xxix |
| g | xxx |
| xvi | A | i | |
| v | b | The first day the feist of the Trūpettis in remembrance that Isaac was delyuerit from hte Sacrifying. Levite. 23. | ii |
| xiii | c | iii | |
| ii | d | iv | |
| e | v | ||
| x | f | vi | |
| g | vii | ||
| xviii | A | viii | |
| vii | b | S. Dinne is in Atoun in the Mers & in Peblis ane fair. | ix |
| c | x | ||
| xv | d | xi | |
| iiii | e | xii | |
| f | at vii. and v. | xiii | |
| xii | g | Sone in Scorpio. | xiv |
| A | xv | ||
| b | Nonembris. | xvj | |
| ix | c | xvij | |
| d | S. Luke in Lawder, in Kinroscheir, and in Ruglane ane Fair. | xviij | |
| xviii | e | xix | |
| vi | f | xx | |
| g | The 15. day thefeist of the Tabernackles cōtinewit vii. days Levite. 23. John. 7. | xxj | |
| xiiii | A | xxij | |
| iii | b | xxiij | |
| c | xxiiij | ||
| xi | d | xxv | |
| xix | e | xxvj | |
| f | xxvij | ||
| viii | g | Simon and Inde. | xxviij |
| A | xxix | ||
| xvi | b | at vii. and ane half, | xxx |
| v | t | and iv. and ane half, | xxxi |
| d | Hallow day ane fair in Edinburgh vin days, and in Falliland ane day. | i | |
| xiii | e | ii | |
| ii | f | iii | |
| g | iv | ||
| x | A | v | |
| b | The 10. day Martin Luther was borne in Islebia, the year of Christ. 1483. | vi | |
| xviii | c | vii | |
| vii | d | viii | |
| e | ix | ||
| xv | f | x | |
| iv | g | S. Martin in Dunbar, in C ••• per of Fife, and in Hāmiltoun ane Fair. | xi |
| A | xii | ||
| xii | b | xiii | |
| j | c | Decembris. | xiv |
| d | The 15. day Jeroboam after the defectioun of the ten Trybes from Roboam, erectit ii. Goldin Calves in Dan, and Bethel, and causit the pepill to ga worship thaine, that they suld not go up to Jerusalem. 1. Kings 12. | xv | |
| ix | e | xvj | |
| f | xvij | ||
| xvij | g | xviij | |
| vi | A | xix | |
| b | xx | ||
| xiv | c | xxj | |
| iii | d | xxij | |
| e | xxiij | ||
| xi | f | xxiii •• | |
| xix | g | S. Katherene in Dunfermling ane Fair. | xxv |
| A | xxvi | ||
| xviij | b | xxvij | |
| c | xxviij | ||
| xvi | d | xxix | |
| x | e | S. Andro in S. •• ohnstoun▪ in Peblis, in Sar •• ndrois, and in Chirnesyde in the Mers ane Fair. | xxx |
| xiii | f | i | |
| ii | g | ii | |
| A | iii | ||
| x | b | iv | |
| c | v | ||
| xiiii | d | S. Nicolas in Abirdene a fair. | vi |
| vii | e | vii | |
| f | Lady day in the west wemis ane fair. | viii | |
| xv | g | ix | |
| iiii | A | x | |
| v | Sone in Capricorne. | xi | |
| xii | c | xii | |
| j | d | Luce schortest day. | xiii |
| e | Ianuar •• . | xiv | |
| ix | f | at viii. and ane quarter, and ane quarter b •• foir iv. | xv |
| g | xvi | ||
| xvii | A | xvij | |
| vi | b | xviij | |
| c | xix | ||
| xiiii | d | xx | |
| iii | c | Thomas Apos •• le. | xxi |
| f | xxij | ||
| xi | g | xxiij | |
| A | xxiiij | ||
| b | Ʒule day. | xxv | |
| viii | c | S. Steuin. | xxvi |
| d | S. John Evangel. | xxvij | |
| xvi | e | Innocentis day. | xxviij |
| v | f | xxix | |
| g | xxx | ||
| xiiii | A | xxxi |
The Lamentatioun of a Sinner.
O LORD
in thee is all my trust,
give ear unto my woeful cry:
Refuse me not that am unjust,
bot bowing down thy heavenly eye.
Behald how I do still lament,
my sins whairin I do offend:
O Lord for thame sall I be shent.
sen thee to please I do intend.
No, no, not so thy will is bent,
to deal with sinners in thine ire:
Bot when in heart they fall repent,
thow grantst with speid their just desire:
To the thairfoir still sall I cry
To wash a way my sinful crime:
Thy blood (O Lord) is not yet dry
bot that thow may help me in time
For why whill I on eirth remain,
oppressed alas with woe and grief:
My febill heart plunged in pain,
doth sigh and sew for thy relief
Sweit Christ will thow not then appeir,
to comfort thame that comfort laike
will thow not bow thine eir to heir,
Lord Jesus cum and be not slake.
For then fall thine ressaue their rest:
their joy. their blys, their perfect piece
And se thy face of treasure best,
O Lord that dost our joys incres
Then sall thow give those Nobilll crowns
Qu hilk thine awe in blood hes deirly bocht
Then sall those Psalms and hie Renownes
Begeuin in grace most richly wrocht.
Then sall thy Saints redeemed deir,
from baill to blys removed be:
And sweitest Christ, thy sweet voice heir
cum unto me Babes cum to me
Cum Reign in joy Eternallie,
cum reign in blys that hes na end,
Cum thairfoir Lord, cum Christ we pray,
our pressed grief with speid amend.
Haste thee (O Lord) haste thee I say,
to pour on me the gifts of grace:
That when this life mus
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slit away,
in heaven with the I may have place
Quhair thow dost reign Eternally,
with God whilk once did down thee send
Quhair Angels sings continually,
to thee be praise world without end
So be it.
THE PROLOGVE.
P AVLE writand to the Colloss. in his thread Chap. says, let the word of God dwell in yow plenteously in all wisdome, teiching and exhorting; our awin selfs with Psalms, & hymnis, and spiritual sāgis, whilkis have lufe to God & fauouris his word. We have heir ane plane Text, that the word of God Incressis plenteously in us be singing of the Psalms, and spiritual sangis and that specially amāg young personis, and sic as ar not exercisit in the Scriptures, for they will sooner consaue the true word, nor when they heir it sung in Latin, the whilks they wait not what it is. Bot when they heir it sung into their vulgar tongue or singis it thame selfs with sweet melody, then sal they •• fe their Lord God with heart and mind▪ and cause them to put away baudrie & unclean sangis. Pray God. Amen.
The text of the Catechism.
THE text of the Catechism, or Instructioun of Christiane men, whilk is necessary till every man that wald be sauit, to knaw and exercise thame selfs daily thairin, contening the ten commandementis of God, the twelf articklis of our Faith, the Lordis prayer, of our Baptism, and of the Lordis Supper▪ And first the ten commandementis of God at they ar written in Exodus the twenty Chapter.
I Am the Lord thy God, whilk have brocht the out of the land of Egypt, and forth of the house of bondage. Thow sall have nane other godis before my face. Thow sall not mak to thyself ony grauin Image, nor the similitude of ony thing that is in heaven above nor in the eirth beneth, nor in the watter under the eirth, thow sall not bow 〈◊〉 to them nor worschip them. For I the Lord thy God am a Ielous God, and vis •• is the sins of the Fatheris upon the Children unto the thread and fourt generatioun of them that hait me and schew mercy unto thousandis of thē that lufe me and keipis my commandementis.
- Thow sall not take the Name of the Lord thy God in vane.
- Remember that thow keep holy the Sabbath day.
- Honor thy Father and thy Mother.
- Thow sall do na Murder.
- Thow sall not commit Adultery.
- Thow sall not steill.
- Thow sall not beir falls witness aganis thy Nichtbour.
- Thow sall not covet thy Nichtbouris house, thow sall not covet thy Nichtbouris wife, nor his seruand, nor his Mayd, nor his Ore nor his Ass, nor ony thing that is thy Nichtbouris.
The threitning of God maid to them that brekis his commandementis, and his promeis maid to them that keipis them. Deut. xvij.
Cursit ar they that continewis not in all the words of this Law, to do them, and all the pepil sall say Amen. Exod. xx. Chap.
The twelf Articklis of our Faith, as they war written be the Apostillis to the three persons in Trinity.
[ 1] I Beleue in God the Father almichtie, maker of heaven and eird.
[ 2] And in Jesus Christ his only sone our Lord.
[ 3] Quhilk was consauit be the holy Gaist, borne of the Virgin Mary.
[ 4] Sufferit under Ponce Pylate, was crucifyit, deed, and buryit, and discendit into hell.
[ 5] The thread day he rais again from the deed.
[ 6] He ascendit into heaven, and sittis at the richt hand of God the Father almichtie.
[ 7] And after sall cum to Judge the quick and the deed.
[ 8] I Beleue in the holy Gaist.
[ 9] The holy Kirk universal, the communioun of Saints.
[ 10] The Remissioun of Sinnis.
[ 11] The Resurrectioun of the body.
[ 12] And life Euerlasting. So be it.
The Lordis prayer as it is written in the 6. Chap. of Matthew, whilk Christ leirnit us to pray, contening sex petitiounis, and all things necessary for us. &c.
[ 1] OUR Father that art in heaven, hallowit be thy Name.
[ 2] Thy Kingdom cum.
[ 3] Thy will be done in eirth as it is in heaven.
[ 4] Give us this day our daily breid.
[ 5] Forgive us our trespassis, as we forgive them that trespass aganis us.
[ 6] And leid us not into temptatioun. Bot deliver us from evil. For thine is the Kingdom, the power and the glory forever. Amen.
Of our Baptism.
GO your way and teiche all Natiounis, and Baptise them in the Name of the Father & of the Sone, and of the holy Gaist. Math. xvj. Chap. Go your way into all the world, and preiche the Evangel, till all creatures, and wha that beleuis and is Baptisie sall be saif, bot wha beleuis not, sal be condempnit. ad Titum. Cap. •• . Not for the workis of righteousness that we haif wrocht, bot after his greit mercy God hes sauit us be the fontane of the new birth, and renewing of the holy Gaist, whilk h •• sched on us aboundātly throw Jesus Christ our Savior, that we being maid richteous be his grace, suld be airis of Eternal life, according to hope, this is true, Rom. vi. Therefore we ar buryit with Christ be Baptism into deed, like as Christ was rasit fra deed be the glory of his Father, euin sa we also suld walk in a new life.
The Lordis Supper, as it is written in the first Epistil to the Cor. ii. Chap.
THAT whilk I have deliuerit unto yow, I ressauit of the Lord, for the Lord Jesus the same nicht, in the whilk he was betrayit, tuke the breid, brak it, gave thankis, and said. Tak ye, eight ye, this is my body whilk is brokin for yow do ye this in remembrance of me. Efter the same manner also, he tuke the coupe, when the Supper was done, and said, This coupe is the New Testament in my blood, do this als oft as ye drink it in the remembrance of me, for als oft as ye sall eight of this breid, and drink of this coupe, ye sall declare the Lordis death until his cumming. Quhairfoir, whasaeuer sall eight of this breid, and drink of this coupe of the Lord unworthily, shall be gyltie of the body and blood of the Lord. B •• t let every man examine himself, & let him eight of this breid, and drink of this coupe. For he that eitis and drinkis unworthily, eitis and drinkis his awin dampnatioun, because he makes na difference of the Lordis body and blood.
The power of binding and lowsing grantit to the true preicheris of Goddis word. Matthew xvj. Chapter.
THE keyis of heaven will I give unto the what saeuer thow sal bind upon the eird, shall be bound also in heaven, and whatsaeuer thow sall louse upon the eird sall be lowsit also in heaven. Quhais sinnis ye forgive, ar forgeuin unto them, & whais sinnis ye retene, ar retenit unto them.
Heir followis the Catechism put in meter, to be sung with the tune, and first the ten Commandementis.
MOYSES
upon the Mont Sinai,
with the greit God spak face for face,
Fastand and prayand bu
••
delay,
The time of forty days space,
O God be merciful to us.
And God gave him th
••
r ten Commandis,
To teiche to mankind everyone,
And wrait them with his awin handis
Twyse on twa Tabillis maid of stone,
O God be merciful to us.
j
I am thy God allanerlie,
Serue me in feir and faith thairfoir.
worschip na kind of Imagerie,
And give na creature my gloir,
O God be merciful to us.
ii
Tak not the Name of God in vain,
Bot let your talk be nay and ye
Except ane Judge do yow contstrain,
To testify the verity.
O God be merciful to us.
iii
wirk na evil wark on holy day,
Fle from all sinful lust and sleuth,
walk and be sober, fast and pray,
Heir hun that preiche the word of truth
O God be merciful to us.
iv
Honor thy Elders, and them su
••
plie,
Gif that their neid of thee require,
Obey all Judges in their degree.
Ordand ouir the to have Empire,
O God be merciful to us.
v
Thow sall not slay in na kin wise,
In counsel, thocht, nor outward deed,
Be thow ane Judge, or on ane Syse,
In Judgment ordourly proceid,
O God be merciful to us.
vi
Commit na kind of Licherie,
Bot leif ane chaist and sober life,
want thow the gift of Chaistitie
Burn not in lust, bot wed ane wife.
O God be merciful to us.
vii
Commit na thift, na man thow reif,
Leif on thy wage, thy rent or wark,
Hald na manis geir, let nane the craif,
Beg not, and thow be haill and stark,
O God be merciful to us.
viii.
Beir na witness with falls report,
In contrair Just and richteous men,
Defaine na man in ony sort,
Suppois his fault or vice thow ken,
O God be merciful to us.
ix
Thy Nichtbouris wife, house, heritage,
Thow covet not▪ to the or wis▪
His hors▪ his Ore, his Mayd nor Page,
Nor ony gudis that is his,
O God be merciful to us.
x
Our poysound nature (alas thairfoir)
Can never mair this Law fulfill,
Bot greuand God ay moir and moir,
And cannot wirk his godly will.
O God be merciful to us.
Then why to us gave God this Law:
The whilk be na way we can keep,
That we be it our Sin suld knaw,
Repent and mend, and for it weip,
O God be merciful to us.
Trew Faith in Christ wirkand be lufe,
Sall save us from the fire of hell,
T
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ocht Goddis Angel wald us re
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ru
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e
As fall
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and cursed ye him expel,
O God be merciful to us.
Of our Beleif.
WE
trow in God allanerlie,
Full of all micht and Majesty,
Maker of heaven and eird sa braid
Quhilk hes himself our Father maid
And we his Sonnis ar in deed,
He will us keep in all our neid
Baith soul and body to defend.
That na mischance sall us offend,
He takis cure baith day and nicht,
To save us throw his godly micht
Fra Sa
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hanis subteltie and slicht.
we trow in Jesus Christ his Sone,
God like in gloir, our Lord alone.
Quhilk for his mercy and his grace,
wald man be borne to mak our
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eace
Of Mary Mother Virgin chaist
Consauit be the holy Gaist.
And for our saik on croce did die,
Fra Sin and hell to mak us free▪
And rais from death (throw his Godherd
Our Mediator and our remeid.
Sall cum to Judge baith quick and deed.
we trow in God the holy Spreit,
In all distress our comfort sweet,
we trow the Kirk Catholic be,
And faithful Christin company
Throw all the world with ane accord,
Remissioun of our Sin we trow,
And this same flesche that leuis now
Sall stand up at the latter day,
And bruik Eternal life for ay.
FINIS.
OUR
Father God Omnipotent,
When Christ thy Sone was heir present,
He bad us ever pray to the,
(Becaus we knew not for to pray)
He leirnit us what we suld say▪
Syne hecht to heir us mercyfullie.
Sen the to call, is thy command,
Thyne awin words then understand,
Quhilk thow hes promeist for till heir,
Behald not my vnrichteousnes,
Bot luke till Christis richteousnes
And with thy faith my Spreit up steir▪
Lord thow will have allanerlie,
worschip in Spreit and verity,
And to
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ane other give thy gloir,
Thy Name then let us lufe and dreid,
And call on it in all our neid,
And thank and love the euermoi
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Destroy the Devil, his Realm and Reign
Quhilk of this world is Prince and King,
And let thy Gospel be our gyde,
Conforme our life after thy word
That we may reign forever (O Lord)
In thy Kinrik with the to bide.
God grant that we may wirk thy will,
In eird thy pleasure to fulfill,
Siclyke as in the heaven Empire,
And what that ever we take on hand,
May be conform to thy command,
And nothing after our desire.
Give us this day our daily breid,
And all thing that thow hes maid.
For mennis sustenta
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ioun,
And all thing where of we have neid,
Our soul and body for to feid,
But sleuth or solistatioun.
Forgive our sinnis, and our trespass,
For Christis saik, whilk geuin was,
To deed for our Redemptioun,
As we forgive all Creature,
Offendand us baith riche and pure,
Hartfully without exemptioun.
Defend us from temptatioun,
The feind and his decatioun
The world sa falls the fragill flesche
Saif us from schame, and from dispair,
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believe and Lollaris lair,
And Deuillis doctrine mair or les.
Deliver us from euillis all,
Baith Spiritual and Corporal,
And grant us grace when we sall die
And fea this present life we wend,
That we may mak ane blyssit end,
Syne reign with the Eternallie.
Power nor gloir, Empire nor tryne,
Is nane in heaven▪ nor eirth bot thine,
And ever mair sall sa remain
Therefore thow may, and will releue
All them that can in Christ believe,
From deed, the devil▪ and hellis pain.
FINIS.
The effect of the Sacrament of Baptism, and first institutioun thairof, declaring alswa what singular comfort we obtene be the lamin.
CHRIST
baptist was be John in Jordan flude
For to fulfil for us all richteousnes,
And our Baptism do tit with Sanctitude,
And greit virtue: to wesche our sinfulness
To drown the deed, and hell for to oppres
When Goddis word with water Ioynit be,
Throw Faith to gif us life Eternallie.
For our waiknes God of his mercy sweet,
To strenth our Faith ordand this Sacrament
In Name of Father, Sone and holy Spreit,
To welche our body, and in our mind to prent
That word and water outward represent▪
Throw wirking of the Spirit into our heart,
That Christis blood wes
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his away the sin (In wart.
Our Baptism is ane takin, and ane sign,
That auld Adame suld drownit be and die.
And grauit in the deed of Christ our King
To rise with him to life Eternallie,
That is, we suld our sin ay mortify,
Resistand vice, leif holy, Just and true.
And throw the Spirit daily our life renew.
Be figure and be word, Christ did us teiche,
The Fatheris voice was hard sayand full clei
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Jesus whom I have send my word to preiche
He is my weilbelouit Sone sa deir
In word▪ in wark allone ye sall him heir,
In him is all my pleasure and dely
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e
To him I yow commit baith small and greit.
The holy Gaist come down to testify,
His doctrine and his Baptism to declare
In form of dow, sat on him soberlie:
In our Baptism to dout not nor dispair
Baith Father, Sone, and holy Gaist ar their,
To be our gyde the Trinity him sell,
Hes geuin in eird with us to dwell.
Christ had his Apostillis preiche to all creature
That they with sin and hell war all forlorn.
Quha will believe, and traist my words sure
And Bapteist is, and new again is borne
And Satan and his warkis hes forsworn
Thay sall be saif, and never mair sall die
Bot ring in gloir perpetual with me.
Quha will not this greit grace belief, to hell
Salbe condempmt, with Eternal deed
Quhair Purgatory and pardounis will not sell
And gude Intent, their Pylate plie
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t and leid
Dum ceremoneis▪ the whilk themself hes maid
And vowis vain, whilk they did never keep.
Sall gar thame gnashe their teith & eyis weip,
Our eine seis outward bot the watter cauld,
Bot our pure faith the power spiritual
Of Christis blood, inwart it dost behauld
Quhilk is ane leuand well Celestial
Ʒit for to purge the penitent with all
Our native sin, in Adame to expel
And all trespass, committit be our sell.
Our Baptism is not done all on ane day,
Bot all our life, it lestis Idenike.
Remissioun of our sin, induris for ay,
For thocht we fall, throw grit fragylitie
The cunnand anis contract faithfully
Be our grit God, at Font sall ever remain,
Als oft as we repent, and sin refrain,
We cannot give to God loving conding
For sa greit grace, and mercy Infinite
Quhilk Institute this Sacrament and Sing▪
Quhais greit virtue in veirs I cannot dy
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e
Bot money cunning Clerk of it dost write
Full Christianely, als the Catechism buke,
Declaris at lenth, wha list to luke.
The Supper of the Lord, and richt use of it to be sung.
OUR
Savior Christ King of grace,
With God the Father maid our peace
And with his bludie woundis fell
Hes us redemit from the Hell.
And he that we suld not foryet
Gaue us his body for to eight
In form of breid, and gave us syne▪
His blood to drink in form of wyne.
Quha will ressaue this Sacrament,
Suld have true faith, and sin repent,
Quha vsis it unworthily
Ressauis deed Eternallie.
We suld to God give praise and gloir
That sched his blood us to restoir,
Ci
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this in his remembrance.
In sign of thy deliverance.
Thow suld not dout, bot fast believe,
That Christis body sall releue
All them that ar in heuines
Repentand sair their sinfulness.
Sic grace and mercy nane can craif,
Bot they that troublit hartis haif:
Feill thow then sin abstene thy sell▪
Or thy rewaird
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all be in hell.
Christ says, sinners cum unto me,
Quhilk myster hes of my mercy:
Neidis thow nocht my Medicine
I lois my pain and travel tyne.
Give thow thyself thy Saull culled win,
In vain I deit for thy sin:
My Supper is nocht graithit for the
Gif thow can mak thyself supply.
Will thow thy sinful life confess,
And with this wark thy faith express:
Sa ar ye worthy small and greit
And it sall strenth your faith perfect,
And thow sall thankful be thairfoir
And love thy God for euermoir
Thy Nichtbour lufe, and als supply,
His neid, as Christ hes done for thee.
Certain Graces to be sung or said before or after meit.
ALL
meit and drink was creat be the Lord,
Ressauie for to be with thankfulness,
Til all faithful knawers of the true word
To satisfy their neid with sobernes.
All fude is gude, the whilk God creat hes
And not to be refusit ony day
Only to God giving the loving ay
Be prayer, and be Goddis word all meit
Unto the clean, all things is clean to eight,
Therefore we pray his godly Majesty
To blys our meit and all our company,
And saif us fra erces and drunkinnes
Efter our meit to thank his gentilnes.
CHRIST
leirnit us on God how we suld call
And bad us pray, syne hecht to heir us all:
Our Father God whilk is in heaven sa hie,
Thy glorious Name with us mot hallowit be,
Let cum to us thy Kingdom
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and thy gloir
Thy will mot be fulfillit euermoir.
In eird, as it is in heaven but variance,
Give us this day our daily sustenance
Forgive our dettis for Christis pain and smart,
As we forgive our detteris with our heart
And leid us not into temptatioun,
Bot for Christ Jesus bitter passioun
Delyuer us from euillis Spiritual
And corporal, now and perpetual.
Saif us gude Lord for thy promeis divine,
For Kingdom, power, gloir and all is thine.
WE
thank our God baith kind and liberal
His grace and mercy dost ever Indure,
He genis sustentatioun to us all.
To man and beist, and every creature,
And he allone, dost frid baith riche and pure.
Therefore to God be gloir allanerlie,
Throw Jesus Christ, we thank him hartfullie.
ALL
Creature on the Lord dependis,
Thair sustenance for to ressane of the,
Thair meit & drink in time to them thow sendis
Thow oppinnis forth thy hand full graciously
And satisfyis all flesche abundantly,
Blys us gude Lord into thir giftis gude,
Quhilk thow hes geuin to be our daily fude.
TO
our gude God of warldis Lord and King,
Full of mercy▪ only true and wise,
Be loving, honor, gloir, without ending
Kingdom, Empire, highest renoun and pryse,
With mind and mouth, give we ane thousand syse,
All gloir to him, whilk alone worthy is,
Asking for Christ to bring us to his blis.
WE
thank the God of thy gudnes,
Throw Jesus Christ our gracious Lord
For thy greit mercy and gentilnes
Quhilk teidis us with thy sweet word,
Sen all that ever tuke life of the
Thow satisfyis aboundantlie,
We praise the all with ane accord.
As thow hes fed this sinful flesche,
Quhilk sone sall die, and turn in asse:
Siclyke the silly soul refresche
The whilk Immortal creat was.
God for thy grace and mercy greit
Grant us ane steidfast faith perfect,
And in thy gloir with the to pas.
To God on heich be loving mayest,
Quhilk lowsis sin allanerlie
Till all that will repent and traist
On Jesus Christ his Sone only,
Thow makes them thy Sone and air
Throw him thow will them saif from tair,
To whom be gloir Eternallie.
Certain spiritual sangis, togidder with ane confessioun of sin, and ane prayer.
SORE
I complain of Sin,
And with King David weip:
I feill my heart within
The wraith of God full deip,
I wyte my greit trespass
Is caus of all my woe,
Quhair with God greuit was
Full sore and oft also.
O God I me confess,
Ane sinful creature
Full of all wretchi
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nes
Fragill, vain, vile and pure.
Thair is na gude in me
Bot pride, lust and desire
And warldis vanity,
The way to hellis fire.
Except God do me save,
From hell and endless pain:
My sin will me dissa
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e:
Quhilk I cannot refrain.
My only hope and traist
Help my fragillitie
My sins to detest
Resistand constantly.
O Cast me not away,
For my grit sin o Lord
I grant my vices all:
Blasphemit hes thy word.
God for thy grit mercy
And Christis woundis wyde
Ane steidfast Faith grant me
Allone to be my gyde.
Christ Goddis Sone allone,
Uictour of deed and hell:
Thow tuke my nature one
My sinnis to expel,
And gaif thyself to plaige.
Me Catiue to conuoy:
To my richt heritage
From pain to heuinlie joy.
Thy seruand Lord defend▪
Quhome thow hes bocht sa deir
Trew preichours to me send
Thy word to show me cleir,
Lat me my life amend,
And thairin perseueir
Grant me ane blyssit end
When I sall part from heir.
O Lord God holy Spreit,
Full of benignity
Trew Christis promeis sweet
Teiche me the verity,
Expell my Ignorance
My sinnis morti
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ie
Grant me perseverance
Unto the end trewlie.
FINIS.
Ane sang of our corrupt nature, and the only remeid thairof.
WE
wretchit sinners pure
Our sin hes us forlorn:
Thairin all creature, consauit is and borne
Sin hes wrocht us sic pain,
That we without remeid
Condempnit or and slane, to hell, the devil & deed
Lord have mercy on us, Christ have mercy. &c.
Our warkis can nocht be
As dost the Law require:
Nor yet can satisfy, our Fatheris wraith and Ire
Na deed can mak us free
From our greit sinfulness,
Bot Goddis Sone must die, for our vnrichteousnes.
Lord have mercy on us, Christ have &c.
Or had not Christ been send
Cled in our vile nature,
Fra hell us to defend, our deidly wound to cure,
And willingly to die,
Fra Sin to mak us clean
We had Eternallie, In hell condamp
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ine,
Lord have mercy on us, Christ have &c.
Man now hes thy peace,
Sic lufe God schawis the
He takis the in his grace, his mortal Ennemie▪
Throw Faith in Christ sa kind,
Quhilk freely gaif him sell
On Cross for to be pynde, to saif us fra the hell,
Lord haif mercy. Christ haif mercy. Lord. &c.
This we suld ever believe,
And nocht dispair for sin:
For hell cā not us grieve, the deed nor devil their in
We ar maid Just and right
And fred from panis sore,
Throw christ y
e
Lord of micht, blissit for evermore
Lord haif mercy, Christ haif mercy, Lord. &c,
Therefore lat us love and pryse,
God the Father fervently.
we thank ane thousand syse, his sones Majesty.
we pray the holy Gaist
Our sin to mortify,
And not dispair, bot traist gods word mayest faithfully
Lord haif mercy, Christ haif mercy, &c.
Ane sang of the flesh and the Spirit.
ALL
Christin men taktent and leir,
How soul and body is at weir:
Upon this eird baith lait and air
With cruel battle Identlie,
And nane may not ane other
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le.
The flesh.
The flesche said sen I have haill,
I will in youth with lustis baill:
Or age with sorrow me assaill
With Joy I will my time ouirdriue
And will not with my lustis strive.
The Spreit.
The Spreit said, thocht I charge the nocht
Dreid God, and have his Law in thocht.
Thow hecht when thow to Font was broche
E
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ter his Law lust to refrain
And not to wirk his word again.
The flesh.
The flesche said, I am stark and wicht,
To wache gude wyne, fresche, cauld and bricht
And take my pleasure day and nicht,
With singing playing▪ and to dance
And set on sex and seuin the chance.
The Spreit.
The Spreit said, think on the riche man,
Quhilk all time in his lustis ran,
Body and soul he loissi
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than
And sone was buryit into hell
As Christ Jesus hes said him sell.
The flesh.
The flesche said, what hald I of this
Laser a
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ench, and tune their is
In age for till amend my mis.
And from my vicious life convert
When sadness hes ouirset my heart.
The Spreit.
The Spreit said power thow hes none
In youth, nor yet in eild bygone
With twinkling of ane eye anon
God sall the take at euin and morne
Na certain time set the beforne.
The flesh.
The flesche said, all time air and lait,
I se all warldlie wise estait
Hald lust virtue in their consait
With thame I will persew my weird
Als lang as I leave on this eird.
The Spreit.
The Spreit said yet sall
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um the day
The soul sall part the body fray:
Then what sall help thy game or play,
When thow mon turnit be in As
As first in eird when thow maid was.
The flesh.
The flesche said, thow hes vincust me▪
I traist Eternal gloir to se:
Christ grant that I may cum thairby,
Now will I to my God return,
Repent my sin, richt soir I murne.
The Spreit.
The Spreit said nane to schame I drive,
Ane contrite heart help God alive
The flesche mon die, with pain and strive,
For it was borne to that Intent,
In
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ird with worms to be rent.
The flesh.
The flesche said, O Lord God of peace,
Help me to turn, throw Christis grace,
O holy Gaist my faith Incres.
That I may thoill this eirdly noy,
My hope is in Eternal Joy.
The Spreit.
The Spreit said now I have my micht,
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Thow God the whilk is only richt.
Thow save me from the deuillis net
Therefore thow on the Cross was plet.
The Dyter.
Now hes this Ballat heir ane end▪
God grant Ilk man his heart sa kend.
To sin na mair, syne to Christ wend,
Than sall he turn again to us,
And give us his Eternal blys.
FINIS.
Ane sang of the Cross, and the fruit thairof.
CVM
heir says Goddis Sone to me
Sinneris, that heuie ladin be,
I will your silly Saull refresche,
Cum young and auld baith man and wife
I will yow give Eternal life,
Thocht troublit heir sair be your flesche.
My yok is sweet, my burding small.
Quha drawis after me they sall
Eschaip Eternal deed and fire:
For I sall help them in their draucht,
That they sall cum as I have taucht
To gloir and Joy, and heaven Empire.
What I have teichit lait and air,
What I have tholit les and mair:
That preis yow ever to fulfill
And thocht your flesche be heir oppressed,
Ʒit all thing wirk sall for the best:
For sa is rich
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and Goddis will.
The world wald sauit be and fain,
And euin to gloir but Cross or pain
Quhilk Christis flock must suffer heir
Bot pain their is nane other way,
To cum to gloir, and put away
Eternal hellis pain but peir.
That the faithful must the Cross Indure,
Witnes beiris all creature,
Subdewit unto vanity:
Quha will not thoill in Christis Name,
The Devil sall wirk him sic ane schame,
With peirles pain perpetuallie.
To day ane man is fresche and fair,
The morne he lyis seek and sair,
Syne dulefully domeit to deed
Euin like as in the field ane flour
The day is sweet, the morne is sour:
Sa all this wretchit world sall said,
The godless dreidis sair to die,
Bot when he can na farther flee,
And fain his sinful life wald mend
Thay grip sa fast his geir to get,
The silly soul is quite foryet.
Quhill haistely gais out his aind.
When he persauis na remeid,
Then grievously he gais to deed:
And grunche and geuis up the Gaist,
Sair I suspect God do accuse
His Sectouris, and himself refuse.
That sa unfaithfully deceist.
The riche man, helpis not his gude,
The Nobill not his Royal blood,
For they sall baith their quarrel tyne
Thocht ane had all this warid sa wyde,
Ʒit he sall die with dule and pyne,
With gold and precious stanis of pride.
Knawledge concernis not the Clerk.
Nor Hypocrite his holy wark:
Bot they
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ut dout with deed mon dwell.
Quha will not haill to Christ him give
Quhill in this present life he live,
For ever mair sall die in hell.
Mark well thairfoir my Sonnis sweet,
How Christis croce is for yow meit:
O move yow not in mind thairfoir,
Bot at his word stand steidfastlie,
And with him suffer pa
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ientlie,
Gif ye wald enter in his gloir.
Do gude for evil, and leid your life,
Without reprufe, but pride or strife,
And thoill the warldis wraith to rage,
O enter be that narrow rod
Give gloir and vengeance unto God.
And he their cruel Ire sall swage.
When that your flesche hes all the will,
And may your lustis all fulfill,
Ʒe ar but dout the feindis pray:
God sendis yow the Cross thairfoir,
To mortify your flesche so foir,
To saif your silly Saull for ay.
And when this schort pain to yow grief,
Than think on hell the lang mischief,
Quhair money ane for ay sall murne,
And soul and body sall remain,
For euermoir with cruel pain,
Endles for ay without return.
Bot he sall after warldly pyne,
Rejoice with Christ, withouttin fine,
Quhair na myndis memorial
Can think, nor tongue can tell the tryne,
Nor have the gloir whilk sall propyne,
That michtie Lord unto us all,
For what Eternal God of peace,
Hes promeist throw his Spreit of grace,
And syne sworn be his holy Name:
That he sall hald baith true and sune,
God grant that we may se his Throne,
Throw faith in Jesus Christ, Amen.
Ane Consolatioun in adversity of the Scripture.
BLISSIT
is he whom God dost correct,
Therefore his scurge se thow not neglect:
For he it is, whilk geuis wan and wound,
And suddanly he will mak haill and sound.
He will the stryke with his mayest fatherly wand,
Syne the releue with his mayest merciful hand.
God will the slay, and give the life anon,
And the return, thocht thow to grave wer gone.
And will the sone bring into poverty,
Syne give the greit riches aboundantlie.
He will the set into a law degree,
Syne the exalt, that every man may se.
Quhome God ressauis to his Sone and air.
Him will he scurge with plagues sad and sair.
Therefore under the Cross thow perseueir,
Then as a Father sall God to the appeir.
Quha is ane Sone, and will not parientlie
His Father thoill, with all humility,
He schawis him as he wer bastard borne,
And heritage fra him wer all forlorn.
And sen that we our fleschely Father dreid.
For eirdly thing our body for to feid,
How mekill mair our Father Spiritual
Suld we obey to life perpetual.
All croce appeiris presently distress,
Uoyde of all Joy, bot full of painefulnes:
Bot efterwart it sall give peace and rest,
Thocht for a time with pain we be oppressed,
The pain that is now present schort and licht
And lestis bot a moment in our sicht,
Above measure sall wirk Eternal gloir,
In till our soul, behalding not thairfoir
The present pain, whilk is before our ene,
Bot luke on that, whilk now may not be seen,
All Joy esteem, my brether ane and all,
When into diverse troublis ye do fall,
And knaw is that of your faith it is a preif,
To wirk in yow patience for your relief,
As of the Cross ye ar companyeonn,
Sa sall ye be of Consolatioun.
Faithful is God, and on yow hes pity,
And will not thoi
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l yow temptit for to be,
Above your strenth, bot will when ye leist wene,
Give yow sic grace, that ye sall well sustene.
Just mennis life is in the Lordis hand,
Torment of deed may not them hald in band,
Thocht before men they thoill adversity▪
Thair hope is full of Immortalie.
God knawis Innocentis temptatioun,
To saif them fra their greit vexatioun.
And sall ressaue again the latter day,
The wickit for to burn in hell for ay.
FINIS.
The Forlorn Sone, as it is written in the xv. Chapter of Luk.
SINNERS
unto my sang aduert,
Quhilk Christ into his Uangell kend,
And from your sinful life convert
Quhair with ye do your God offend,
For Christ in his sweet Parabill,
To saif us is full plyabill,
Gif we repent and to him wend.
Ane certain man of riche substance
Had Sons twa to him full deir,
And sone with schort deliverance,
The youngest spak on this maneir:
Father give me my part of geir,
Quhilk me belangis les and mair,
I will na mair be thirlit heir.
The father did his gude deuyde,
Betuix them, bot the youngest sone
Wald na mair with his father bide,
Bot tuke his part, and forth is gone:
In till ane strange and far country,
And leuand their richt ryatouslie
He waist it all his geir anon.
When all was gone, their rais fra hand
Ane derth whilk maid the vittell skant:
Baith far and neir throw all the land,
And he throw neid begouth to want:
Then to ane Citizenar he yeid,
Quhilk send him forth his swine to feid,
For fault of fude he was full fant.
He wald have eitin with the swine,
His houngrie stomak to fulfill:
Bot thocht he suld for hounger tyne,
Ʒit nane wald give him leif thairtill,
When he come till himself again,
This him alone, he culled complain,
In till his mind with mourning still.
How money seruandis for their wage,
Hes fude into my fatheris house.
And I for hounger die and rage,
Bot my father is gracious,
Therefore till him, I will me dres:
And show my sin and my distress,
And say with voice full pitious.
O Father I have been to bauld.
Sinnend contrair the heaven and the,
And not worthy that men me hauld,
Na mair thy Sone in ony degree:
As ane of thy seruandis me mak,
With that he did his Iornay take
Hame till his father haistelie.
And when he come bot yet afar,
His father had compassioun,
And ran him till or he was war,
And gave him consolation,
And in his arms he did him fang
And ever he kissit him amang,
With friendly Salutation.
The sone said father of greit micht,
I knaw that I have sinnit soir:
Contrair the heaven and thy sicht,
And I am worthy now no more
That ony me thy Sone suld call:
Bot his father full liberal,
Callit his seruandis him before:
And kyndely to them can he say.
Ʒe bring me forth the best clething,
And cleith my Sone courtly and gay:
And on his finger ye put ane Ring,
Ʒe set on schone upon his feit,
The whilk ar trym and wounder meit,
That he be honest in all thing.
And slay that Calf whilk now is maid
Sa fat▪ and let us mak gude cheir,
For this my Sone the whilk now was deed,
Again on life is haill and feir,
My Sone was loist, and now is found,
And they within ane lytill stound
Began to myrrie be but weir.
The Eldest to the field was gone,
And when that he hame cummand wes:
And hard the menstraly anon,
The dancing and the great blyithnes,
Ane of his seruandis he did call
And said to him what menis all
This glaidnes, and this merynes.
Then answerit he, and said him till
Thy brother is cum hame again,
Therefore his father hes gart kill
His well fed Calf, and is full fain
That saif ressauit him hes be,
The Eldest wraith was and angry,
And yeid not in throw greit disdain:
And then come forth his father kind,
And prayit him richt fervently,
Bot he answerit richt proud in mind,
O father mine how lang have I
Thy true and faithful seruand been?
And never yet brak thy biddene,
Bot the obeyit faithfully.
Ʒit gave thow nocht of thy riches,
Sa mekle as ane small Kyd to me,
That I micht mak sum mirrynes
And with my Lufaris blyith to be.
Bot now because is cum again
Thy Sone whilk waistit hes in vain
Thy gudis into harlatrie.
That Calf whilk fosterit was sa fair,
Thow hes gart kill at his plesour,
His father said▪ my Sone and air,
Of all my riches and treasour.
What ever I have, all that is thine,
And thow art ever with me and mine,
And all is haill into thy cure.
Thair fair to us it was full meit
For to rejoice, and blyith to be,
With all our heart and all our Sprei
••
▪
Thy brother saif and sound to se.
For he was loist, and now is win,
And he was deed from all his kin,
And now alive again is he.
Our God and father is full kind,
To sinneris that ar penitent,
With all their heart, and all their mind
Schawand warkis that they repent,
And gif in Christis blood they traist,
Then sall
••
e never them detest.
Bot saif them that tha
••
be not schene.
FINIS.
Ane sang of the riche Gluttoun and pure Lazarus, as it is written in the xv. Chapter of Sanct Luk.
FAITHFVL
in Christ use your riches richt,
Not to your lust and Sensuality:
Bot all time help y
t
pure with all your micht
For in the fruit sall knawin be the tree
And gude and evil sall baith rewardit be
With heuinly gloir, and hell sa terrabill,
To that effect spak Christ this parabill.
Ane certain man was riche, and coistly cled,
With purpour, Sylk, heich▪ and presumpteous,
And every day deliciously him fed,
Thair was alswa a pure hecht Lazarus:
Lay seek at the yet of this gluttounis house.
Throw sairis smart he had ane peirles pyne,
And want it sude, when he wald fainest dyne.
To satisfy his seikly appetyte,
He wald have citin of the crummis small,
Quhilk fell down fra hie buird of greit delight,
Bot naue to gif him was sa liberal:
The doggis did their office natural.
And oft they did this catyne man refresche:
Lik and the fylth forth of his laithly flesche.
It chancit sa▪ this beggar did deceis,
Syne carry it was be angels gracious
In abrahams bosom, in heuinly rest and peace
And this riche man that was sa
••
yatous,
Deceiffit als, syne bu
••
yet glorious,
In hellis pain he
••
if
••
it up his eve,
And syne afar of abraham hes he seue.
When Lazarus he saw with him also
In his bosom, he said with drerie Spreit:
Father Abraham have mercy on my woe,
Send Lazarus his finger for to weit,
And evil my tongue with cauld water and sweet▪
For I am torment sair into this flame:
Then answerit him our father abraham.
Remember Sone, that thow ressauit hes,
Into thy life, thy pleasure in all thing.
And contrariwise Lazarus had distress,
Bot now he is in Joy and comforting,
And thow art in woe and tormenting,
And als be
••
uix us their is sa greit an
••
space,
That na
••
e may cum till other be na cace▪
And then he said▪ O father, I the pray,
Unto my fathers house thow wald him send
That he my five brether aduerteis may,
Leist they into this cairfull place descend.
Bot abraham said, let them repent and mend
And als they have the Prophetis & Moses law
Let them heir them, gif yai the way wald knaw.
Bot he said nay▪ my father abraham kind,
Gif ony to the quick yeid from the deed,
Trewly they suld repent with heart and mind,
Bot not the les abraham this answer maid,
Gif they heir not the Law whilk suld them leid
Then fall they nocht in ony way is belief
Thocht ane suld rise from deed them to relief.
Unto the pure thairfoir be pi
••
tifull,
Quhill ye ar heir, show them your cheritie,
Till friend and fa be all time merciful,
As ye forgive▪ ye sall forgeuin be,
Mortify lust, and Sensuality,
Conforme yow not to warldly pomp and pride,
Dreid God, lufe man refrain lust at all tide.
FINIS.
The principal pointis of the Passioun, shortly correctit.
HELP
God the formar of all thing,
That to thy gloir may be my dyte,
Be baith at end and beginning
That I may mak ane sang perfect
Of Jesus Christis passioun,
Sinneris only Saluatioun
As witnessis thy word in write.
Thy word forever sall remain,
As in his buke wrytis Isaiah,
Baith heaven and eird sall turn again,
Or thy true word cum to decay.
Thow cannot like ane man repent.
To change thy purpois or Intent:
Bot steidfast is thy word for ay.
Jesus the fatheris word alone,
Discendit in ane Virgin pure
With meruellis greit and money one,
And be Judas that falls tratour,
That Lamb for sober sum
••
e was sauld
And gave his life for caus he wald
Redeme all sinful Creature.
When eittin was the Paschal Lamb.
Christ tuke the breid his hand within.
Blyssing it brak it gave the same
Till his apostillis mair and min,
Eit that, for my body is this,
Quhilk for your saikis geuin is,
In till remissieun of your sin.
Siclyke he gave them for to drink,
In wyne his blood, the whilk was sched▪
Upon his precious deed to think,
On him remembrance to be maid.
Quha ettis this blyssit Sacrament,
Worthely with true Intent
Sall never se Eternal deed.
For caus they knew him till depart.
Thay straif wha suld be ouerest:
Bot Jesus said with humbill heart,
Princes ar repute Nobilest.
The whilk rewlis mayest awfullie,
Sa amang yow it sall not be.
Bot wha is mayest sall serve the leist.
Jesus wushe his apostillis feit,
Schawand exempill of lawlynes.
And chargit them with words sweet,
That lufe amang them suld Incres,
For thairby it suld cum to licht:
That ye ar my Discipulis richt,
Give ye amang yow lufe posses,
Efter this prayer passit he,
And met the Jews whilk him socht,
When they had bound him cruelly,
Befoir the Judges they him brocht.
First they him scurgit, and for scorn,
Him Crownit with ane Crown of thorn,
Syne dampnit him to deed for nocht.
That Prince on Cross they lyftit on hicht,
For our Redemeptioun that thocht sa lang,
He said I thrist, with all my micht,
To save mankind fra panis strang.
He that all warldis was beforne,
Come down of Mary to be borne,
For our trespass on croce he hang.
Then he his heid culled Inclyne,
As wrytis John, and gave the Gaist,
And of the Cross tane was syne,
And laid in grave bot sone in haist,
Leuand he rais on the thread day,
And to his apostillis did say,
To them appeirit mayest and leist.
And syne he did his apostillis teiche,
Throw all the world for to pas.
And till all Creature for to preiche,
As they of him Instructit was.
Quha Bapteist is, and will believe,
Eternal deed sall not them grieve,
Bot shall be sauit mair and les.
Sanct Luk writing his assentioun.
Thocht present ay with us he be,
As Scripture makes mentioun.
That is to say, with us is he.
Be his sweet word, steidfast but faill
Contrair the whilk cannot preuaill,
Satan nor hellis tyranny.
Ane conforter to us he did send,
Quhilk from the father did proceid
To gyde us trewly to the end
In inwart thocht and outward deed,
Call on the Lord our gyde and licht.
To leid us in his law full richt,
And be our help in all our neid.
Pray for all men in general,
Suppois they wirk us richt or wrang.
Pray for your Prince in special,
Thocht they be Just, or tyrannis strang.
Obey, for sa it aucht to be
In prison for the verity,
Ane faithful brother maid this sang.
FINIS.
Ane sang of the Evangel contenand the effect of the samin.
BE
blyith all Christin men and sing,
Dance and mak mirth with all your micht,
Christ hes us kyithit greit comforting,
Quhairsoir we may rejoice of richt,
Ane wark to wounder that is wrocht
Christ with his blood full deir us bocht,
And for our saik to deed was dicht.
For with the devil and dulefull deed,
With hell and sin I was forlorn:
The sone of Ire at Goddis feid,
Consaine sa I was and borne,
I grew ay mair and mair tha
••
rin,
And daily eli
••
sin to sin,
Dispair was ever me beforne.
Quhair I culled not the Law fulfill.
My warkis maid me na supply:
Sa blind and waik was my free will.
That hatit the verity,
My conscience kest me ever in cair.
The Devil he draif me to dispair,
And hell was ever before mine eye,
God had greit pity on my woe,
And above measure schew me grace.
When I was yet his cruel fo,
Ʒit he wald cure my cairfull case,
His lufe to me he did convert
From the mayest deipest of his heart,
Quhilk coist him deir to mak my peace.
To his belouit Sone he said.
The time of mercy drawis neir,
To saif man and the feind Inuaid,
Therefore my hartly Sone sa deir,
Ga freith them from the feindis feid.
Thow man ouirthraw sin▪ hell, and deed,
Syne mon restoir baith haill and feir.
The sone his father did obey.
And come down on the eird to me,
Borne of ane Mayd, as wrytis Isaiah,
My kind sweet brother for to be,
He tuke on him my nature vile,
And did his power for to cryle,
Satan and all his subteltie.
He said thow sall have victory,
Gif thow alone on me depend:
For I will give myself for the,
Thy cairfull quarrel to defend
For I am thine, and mine thow art,
And of my gloir thow sall have part,
Syne ring with me, without
•••
end.
They man sched out my blyssit blood,
And reif alswa my life from me
I thosll this only for thy gude▪
Beleue that firm and steid fastlie
For my deed sall thy deed deuoir.
That sin sall the condampne no moir,
For be that way, saif thow mon die.
Syne fra this present life I fair,
To my father Celestial.
Thy Mediator true sall be their
And send to the my Spreit I sall,
To give the consolatioun,
In all thy tribulatioun,
The truth he sall Instruct yow all.
My doing leirning mair and le
••
,
That leir and do vnfenyeitlie,
For that dost Goddis Kirk Incres,
And his greit gloir dost Magnifie
Be war of men and their command,
Quhilk me and my word do ga
••
estand,
My last will heir I leif to the.
FINIS.
Ane sang of the birth of Christ to be sung with the tune of Balulalow.
I COME
from heaven to tell,
The best nowellis that ever befell:
To yow thir tythingis true I bring
And I will of them say and sing.
This day to yow is borne ane Chylde
Of Mary meik▪ and Virgin mylde,
That blyssit bairne vening and kind
Sail yow rejoice baith heart and mind.
It is the Lord▪ Christ God and man.
He will do for yow what he can.
Himself your Savior will be,
Fra sin and hell to mak yow free.
He is your richt Saluatioun,
From Euerlasting dampnatioun,
That ye may ring in gloir and blis,
For ever mair in heaven with his.
Ʒe sall him find but mark or wying
Full sem
••
ill in ane Cribe lying,
Salyis he whilk yow hes wrocht,
And all this world maid of nocht.
Let us rejoice and be blyith,
And with the Hyrdis go full swyith,
And se what God of his grace hes done,
Throw Christ to bring us to his throne.
My soul and life stand up and se
Quha lyis in ane Cribe of tree.
What Babe is that sa gude and fair,
It is Christ Goddis Sone and air.
Welcome now gracious God of micht,
To sinneris vile, pure, and vnricht,
Thow come to saif us from distress,
How can we thank 'thy gentilnes:
O God that maid all Creature,
How art thow now becummin sa pure
That on the hay and stray will lie,
Amang the assis, Oxin and Ry.
And war the world ten times sa wyde,
••
led ouir with gold and stanis of pride:
Unworthie it war yet to the,
Under thy feit ane stule to be.
The Silk and Sandell the to eis,
Ar
••
ay, and sempill sweilling clais,
Quhairin thow gloris greitest King,
As thow in heaven war in thy King.
Thow tu
••
sic panis temporal
To mak me riche perpetual,
For all this warldis wealth and gude,
Can nothing riche thy Celcitude.
O my deir heart young Jesus sweet▪
Prepair thy Creddili in my Spreit,
And I sall rock the in my heart.
And never mair fra the depart.
Bot I sall praise the ever moir,
With sangis sweet unto thy gloir,
The kneis of my heart sall bow
And sing that richt Balulalow.
Gloir be to God Eternallie,
Quhilk gave his only Sone for me,
The Angellis Ioyis for to heir,
The gracious gift of this new year.
FINIS.
TO
us is borne a barn of blis,
Our King and Empreour,
Ane gracious Virgin Mother is▪
To God hir Savior.
Had not that blyssit barn been borne,
We had been every ane forlorn.
With Sin and feindis fell:
Christ Jesus loning be to the
That thow ane man wald borne be.
To saif us from the hell.
For never was, nor
••
all be man,
Nor woman in this life:
Sen Adam first our sin began,
And Eve his well dit wife.
That can be saif throw their gude deed,
For poysound all ar adamis seid,
And cannot sin refrain.
Quhill God himself fand the remeid,
And gave his only Sone to the deed
To freith us from all pain.
We suld luse God and myrrie be,
And drive away dispair:
For Christ is cummin from heaven sa hi
••
▪
Our fall for to repair.
Na tongue sic kindness can express,
The form of seruand takin hes
And
Verbum caro factum est.
Except Sin, like unto us all,
Is freith us from the feindis thrall
And mend where we did mis.
Full well is them forever moir,
That trowis faithfully:
Be grace to ring with Christ in gloir,
Throw faith allanerlie▪
And well is them that vnderstude,
The gracious gift of Christis blood,
Sched sinners for to win:
Was never hard sa kind ane thing,
Christ for his fais on Cross did hing,
To purge us from our sin.
Thus thank we him full hartfully,
For his greit gentilnes:
We pray him for his greit mercy,
Trew Preichouris till Incres.
Fals Pharisians, and fenyeit lair,
Quhome we have followit lait and air.
Baith them and us forgive
God father, Sone, and holy Spreit.
Ins
••
r
••
ct us in thy word sa sweet.
And after it to live.
FINIS.
IN dulce iubilo, Now let us sing with mirth & Io. Our heart is consolatioun lyis in principio. And schyms as the Sone, Matris in gremio, Alphaes, & O, Alphaes, & O. O Jesus per nule. I thrist soir after the, Confort my heart and mind. O pure optime, God of all grace sa kind, & princeps glory, Trahe me post te, Trahe me post te. Vbi sunt gaudia, In ony place bot their: qubair that the angellis sing, Noua cantica, Bot and the bellis King, In regis Curia, God gif I war their, God gif I war their.
ONLIE
to God on heich be gloir,
And loving be unto his grace,
Quha can condampne us ony moir,
Sen we ar now at Goddis peace.
In till his favor we ar taine,
Throw faith in Jesus Christ allane,
Be whom his wraith sall end and ceis.
We worschip and we love and pryse,
Thy Majesty and magnitude:
That thow God Father only wife,
Kingis over all, with fortitude.
Na tongue can tell thy strenth nor micht,
Thy words and thochtis all ar richt,
And all thy warkis Just and gude.
Lord Jesus Christ Sone only borne,
Of thy Father Celestial:
Thow sauit us that was forlorn,
Fra sin and hell, and Satan's thrall,
Lord Goddis Lamb, thow tuke on the,
For all our Sin to satisfy,
Lord be merciful unto us.
O holy Gaist, our comfort gude,
From feindis feid thy flock defend:
To thy keiping, we them commend,
From error and Hypocrise,
Strenth us in the verity,
To perseueir unto the end.
FINIS.
Of the greit loving and blyithnes of Goddis word.
LORD
God thy face and word of grace,
Hes lang been hid be craft of men:
Quhill at the last, the nicht is past,
And we full well their falset ken:
We knaw perfect, the holy write,
Therefore be gloir and praise to the:
Qudilk did us give, this time to live,
Thy word true preichit for to se.
Our barnis now well knawis how,
To worschip God with service true:
Quhilk money year our fatheris deir,
Alas thairfoir full sair mis knew.
Ʒit God did feid, his chosin in deed,
As Noah, and L
••
t, and money mo:
And had respect, to his elect,
How ever the blind world did go,
Sen throw thy strenth, thy word at lenth,
Is preichit cleir before our ene:
Be yet gude Lord, misericord,
To them whilk yet dissanit been,
And nocht dost knaw bot mennis law,
To their greit dampnatioun:
Teiche them fra hand to understand
Thy word to their Saluatioun.
Quha wald be saif, first this mon have,
To knaw their sin, syne trow in Christ:
Big on this ground let lufe abound,
With patience, prayer, hope and traist,
On God thow call▪ thank him of all,
To serve thy Nichtbour give thy cure:
Thy conscience free mon ever be,
This can give the na creature.
Thow Lord abone mon give alone,
Thir giftis for thy holy Name:
Quha will their heart to Christ con
••
ert,
Na man can do them skaith nor schame,
Thocht Paip or King wald sa maling,
To mak the word of God forlorn:
Thair strenth sall faill and not prenaill,
Thocht they the contrair all had sworn.
Lord let thy hand help in all land,
That thy Elect conuertit be:
Thy word to leir whilk now dar sweir,
That thy word is bot heresy.
Thay give thy word a falls record,
Quhilk never hard the verity:
Nor never it red bot blindlingis led,
With Doctouris of Idolatry.
The time is now but dout I trow,
Quhilk Paul did prophecy in writ
Thocht heaven and eird suld ga areird,
Thy word sall stand fast and perfect.
Thocht that mayest parc endure their heart
Setting their strenth thy word again:
Repent they nocht they shall be brocht
Eternally to hellis pain.
Our Savior and Governor,
Is Christ, whais bludie wound is wyder
Redemit hes from all distress,
Sinneris that will on him confide
To him be gloir forever moir,
To us whilk hes ane promeis maid:
Us to conuoy from pain to joy,
Baith in our life and in our deed.
We hope and traist the holy Gaist,
Sall not foryet us in our neid:
Sawe thy word with one accord
Hald in our heart our soul to feid.
Let us not mis thy gloir and blis,
When fra this wretchit life we wend:
Grant us thy grace to die in peace,
And perseueir unto the end.
FINIS.
Nunc dimittis, the prayer of Simeon Luk ii. Chapter.
LORD
let thy seruand now depart,
In glaidnes rest and peace:
I am reioycit at my heart,
To se his godly face.
Quhome faithfully thow promeist me,
Christ Jesus King of grace.
This present deed sall be full sweet,
And into sleip sall changit be:
To rest, syne rise, bot ever my Spreit
Sall live, and be alwayis with the,
Throw faith in Christ my only traist,
Quhome presently I se.
Our Savior thow hes him maid,
His deed sall save us all:
From sin and hell, the devil and deed,
His Resurrectioun sall
Frelie us give, ever for to live,
In gloir perpetual.
Of hethin folk, blindit so soir,
He is the verray licht.
Quhilk never hard of him before,
Nor saw him with their sicht:
He is the gloir, praise and decoir,
And strenth of Israel richt.
FINIS.
Ane sang of the resurrectioun.
CHRIST
gave himself to deed,
And for our fault he mendis maid:
For us he sched his precious blood,
With greit tryumphe upon the Rude,
And sin and Satan their hes slain,
And sauit us from hellis pain.
For he again fra deed up rais,
Uictour of deed, and all our fais,
He raif the Obligatioun,
Contrair to our Saluatioun,
Syne spoylyeit Satan, hell and Sin,
And heuinlie gloir, to us hes win.
And we ar now at Goddis peace,
Throw Christ ressanit to his grace,
Our Father merciful he is,
And we sall Ring with him in blis.
Allalua allalua.
Benedieamus Domino.
FINIS.
Certain Ballatis of the Scripture.
TILL
Christ, whom I am haldin for to lufe
I gif my thirlit heart in governance.
How suld I lufe, and fra his trenth remuse.
Full woe wer me, that drerie disseuerance,
Is na remeid, saif only esperance:
For well, for woe for b
••
ist, or yet for schoir,
Quhair I am set, I sall lufe ever moir.
And sen I must depart, on neid I sall
Be till him true, with heart, and that I hecht,
And sen that I becummin am his thrall,
With body him serve, with mind & all my micht
He is the rute of my remembrance richt,
The verray crop▪ whom of I comfort take,
Quhy suld I not, do service for his saik.
Quhome suld I serve, bot him that did me save
Quhome suld I dout, bot him that dautis deed
Quhome suld I lufe, bot him attour the laif,
Of all my woe he is the haill remeid.
How suld I flee, and cannot find na feid,
Quhome suld I lufe, bot him that hes my heart,
How suld we twin that na man can depart.
Thus vinbeset I am on every side,
And what to do I cannot well devise:
My flesche biddis flee, my spreir biddis me bide
When cair cummis, then comfort on me cryis,
Hope says get up, then langour on me lyis,
My panis biddis my woeful heart repent,
Bot never mair thairto will I consent.
Depart him fra, my heart will never consent▪
It biddis me bide, and I sall never flee:
For be I takin, slain, or yet schent,
For sic ane King it is na schame to die.
Gif their be grace into this eird for me,
It is committit from the heaven abufe,
Till Christ whom I am haldin for to lufe.
FINIS.
RICHT
soirly musing in my mind,
For pity soir my heart is pynde
When I remember on Christ sa kind
that sauit me:
Nane culled me saif from thine till Ynde,
Bot only he.
He is the way, trothe, life and licht,
The verray port till heaven full richt
Quha enteris not be his greit micht
ane thief is he:
That wald presume be his awin micht
Sauit to be.
I grant that I have faulty soir,
To stok and stane geuand his gloir
And heipand warkis into stoir,
for my remeid:
War not his mercy is the moir
I had been deed,
Thow lytill bill thy wayis thow wend,
And show my mind from end to end,
Till them that will repent and mend.
thow show them till:
Beleue in Christ, whom God hes send,
and wirk his will.
FINIS.
RICHT
soir oppressed I am with panis smart
Baith nicht and day makand my woeful mone
To God for my misdeid whilk hes my heart,
Put in sa greit distress with woe begone,
Bot gif he send me sum remeid anon
I list not lang my life for till Indure,
Bot to the deed bowne cairfull Creature.
I cannot do my detfull observance,
Till him that heaven & all the world suld dreid,
Auld Adame is the caus of this mischance,
And turnis oft my faith in wickit deed,
War not the deed of Christ wa
••
my remeid,
I list not on my life for till take cure,
Bot to the deed bowne cairfull creature.
O God of gloir, whais micht is infinite,
Grant me thy grace whom sin haldis in thrall
To
••
echt aganis my flesh whilk hes the wyte
Of all my woe, and my appeirand fall,
Thow gave command in neid on the to call,
And for thy Sonnis saik I suld be sure.
That thow suld save all sinful creature.
Remember Lord, my greit fragility,
Remember Lord, thy Sonnis passioun,
For I am borne with all iniqutie
And cannot help my awin Saluatioun:
Therefore is my Iustificatioun,
B
••
Christ, whilk cled him with my nature.
To save from schame all sinful creature.
O Lord sen thow thy word to me hes send,
Thow let it never return to the in vain,
Bot let me perseueir unto the end,
To my auld sin let me not turn again:
For then been far better into plain,
Not till have hard thy precept in Scripture,
Then knawand it, die cairfull creature.
FINIS.
ALLACE
that same sweet face
That deit upon ane tree,
To purches mankind peace,
From sin to mak us free,
Allone to be our remedy.
To graith our place full meit
He is ascendit hie,
And left with us his Spreit:
To worship Spirituallie,
Onlie to be our remedy.
He had when he was gone,
Apply us haillelie,
To serve our God alone,
In Spreit and verity,
Alone to be our remedy.
Na kind of outward deed,
How holy that ever it be,
May saif us at our neid
Nor yet us Iustifie
Nor yet can mak us remedy.
Bot Christ we neid nothing
Quhai
••
throw saui
••
we suld be
He is ane potent King
And will alanerlie
Onlie be our remedy
His testament mayest perfect
Plainly dost testify,
Quhilk his apostillis did write
That nane may saif bot he
Nor yet can mak us remedy.
Bot now sen he is gone
To ring Eternallie,
We worschip slo
••
k and stone,
Can nouther heir nor se
Nor yet can mak us remedy.
We have dwelt all to lang
In fais Hypocrisy,
Trew faith Lord mak us fang.
Wirkand be cheritie
Only to be our remedy.
FINIS.
I CALL
on the Lord Jesus Christ.
I have nane other help bot the,
My heart is never set at rest,
Till thy sweet word comfort me.
Ane steidfast faith grant me thairfoir
To hald be thy word ever moir
Abufe all thing▪ never resisting
Bot to Incres in faith moir and moir.
Ʒit anis again I call on the,
Heir my request (O merciful Lord)
I wald fain hope in thy mercy,
And cannot be thairto restoird:
Except thow illuminate with thy grace
My blind and natural waiknes,
Caus me thairfoir have hope in stoir
In thy mercy and sweet promeis.
Lord prent into my heart and mind,
Thy holy Spreit with feruentnes:
That I to the be not unkind
Bot lufe the without fenyeitnes.
Lat nothing draw my mind from the
Bot ever to lufe the ernestlie,
Let not my heart vnkyndly depart
From the richt lufe of thy mercy.
Give me thy grace, Lord, I the pray,
To lufe my enemeis hartfullie:
Howbeit they troubill me always
And for thy caus do sclander me▪
Ʒit Jesus Christ for thy gudnes
Fulfill my heart with forgiveness
That whill I live, I them forgive,
That do offend me mair and les.
I am chmpassit round about,
With soir and strang temptatioun:
Therefore gude Lord deliver me out,
From all this wickit Natioun
The Devil, the world, the flesh also
Dois follow me where ever I go
Therefore wald I delyuerit be
Thy help I seek (Lord) and no mo.
Now seis thow Lord what neid I haif,
Thair is none other to plenye to
Therefore thy holy Gaist I craif
To be my gyde where ever I go.
That in all my adversity
I foryet not the lufe of the,
Bot as thow Lord hes geuin thy word,
Let me thairin baith live and die.
FINIS.
OF
mercy yet he passis all,
In whom I traist and ever sall
For to nane other will I call▪
To die thairfoir, to die thairfoir.
For their is nane other Saluatioun
Bot be that Lord that sufferit Passioun,
Upon our Saulis he hes compassioun
And deit thairfoir, and deit thairfoir.
That Lord sa far had us in mind
He come from heaven and tuke mankind
He haillit the seek, sair, lamit and blind
And deit thairfoir, and deit thairfoir.
To pray to Peter, James or John,
Our Saullis to saif power have they none,
For that belangis to Christ allone,
He deit thairfoir, he deit thairfoir.
I Traist to God of surety,
Be Christis blood, saint to be,
In whilk I hope sa faithfully▪
To die thairfoir, to die thairfoir.
Thair is na deidis, that can save me,
Thocht they be never sa grit plenty,
Bot throw Christ and his grit mercy,
Quhilk deit thairfoir, whilk deit thairfoir,
Gif deidis micht save our Saulis from pain
Then Christis blood was sched in vain,
As ye may reid in Scripture plain
To die thairfoir, to die thairfoir.
Ʒit sum hes hope▪ sauit to be
For doing deidis of Cheritie
Faith cannot save▪ where na deidis be,
Thay lie thairfoir, they lie thairfoir.
The thief was saift be faith trewlie,
And not for deidis of Cheritie
As wrytis Luk, twenty and three
To die thairfoir, to die thairfoir.
Fire without heit▪ cannot be▪
Faith will have warkis of surety,
Als fast as may conuenientlie
Be done, but moir.
Now Lord that deit upon ane tree,
And sched thy blood sa plenteously
Ressaue our Saullis to thy gloir
We ask no moir, we ask no moir.
FINIS.
WE
suld into remembrance
Of Jesus Christ our King:
Without ony dissimulance
Be blyith and myrrie sing.
We war condampnit to the deed,
In hell, for adamis mis:
Bot Jesus Christ the piece hes maid,
Betuix God and us.
Christ is our God and Savior,
Our help and our refuge:
Our brother and our Mediator
Our advocate and Judge.
Sen on our side is God him sell,
Quha dar again him pleid?
For he hes vincust sin and hell,
The Devil and also deed.
This greit gudnes that Christ hes done,
God let us never foryet:
Bot thank and love that Lord abone,
With sangis sweitly set.
FINIS.
HAY
let us sing and mak greit mirth,
Sen Christ this day to us is borne:
For had not been that blyssit birth
Mankynde alwayis had been forlorn.
All men wer borne in sinfulness,
Condampnit to Eternal deed:
Except Christ that in richteousnes
Was only borne for our remeid.
And he, gif we believe hes
••
oist
His innocens for our trespass
Had not been Christ we had been loist,
O blyssit birth that ever was.
FINIS.
IN
Burgh and land, Eist▪ west▪ nor South
We glory for to speak of Christ
And his Eu
••
ngell in our mouth
Bot far fra him ourhartis we wreist.
To Goddis Law wha will aduert,
Sall steidfast in his promeis traist,
And lufe our brethren with our heart▪
And flee from
••
in and vice detest.
Lufe is fulfilling of the Law,
As Paul reheirsis in his wryt,
Of Christ nothing forsuith we knaw
That hes na faith, and lufe perfect.
The Scripture plainly dost accord,
Quha will not wirk his fatheris will,
Bot says every day, Lord, Lord,
Sall never cum in heaven him till.
Brether and sisteris that will resort,
Till Christ, and with his Gospel mell,
Do as ye say I yow exhort,
And now na mair dissaue your sell.
Or God sall take his word again
Fra us, syne will it send,
To them that will not wirk in vain,
Bot perseueir unto the end.
FINIS.
Ane sang contrair idolatry.
WE
suld believe in God abufe,
And in nane other thing,
Quha trai
••
tis in him, he will them lufe
And grant them their asking.
Contrair it is to Goddis command,
To trow that help may cum:
Of Idols maid with mennis hand,
Quhilk ar baith deif and dum.
Quha dost adorn Idolatry,
Is contrair the holy writ:
For stock and stain is Mammontrie,
Quhilk men may carue or white.
The apostillis that wrait the verity,
Expresly do conclude:
That Idols suld detes
••
it be,
As contrair to Christis blood.
Ʒe sempill pepill vnperfite,
Greit Ignorance may ye tell.
Of stock and stain hes mair delight
Then into God him sell.
FINIS.
Ane ballat of the Epistill on Christinmes eu •• n,
THE
grace of God appeiris now
Our health and our Saluatioun:
To teiche and instruct us how
In all country and Natioun.
That we suld leave our wickitnes,
And flee vain warldly appetyte,
Just holy, be with sobernes
Leif in the world a life perfect.
That blyssit hope for to abide,
The cumming of greit God of gloir:
And Jesus Christis woundis wyde,
The Savior of les and moir.
Quhilk for our saik he gave him sell:
To saif from Sin, and purge us cleir,
Ane chosin pepill in special:
In gude warkis to perseueir.
To study in them nicht and day,
Thus we suld ane exhort ane other:
Of Goddis word to sing and say,
And every man to lufe his brother.
FINIS.
OF
things twa I pray the Lord,
Deny me not before I die:
All vanity and le
••
nd word,
Full far away thow put fra me.
Extreme pureteth nor greit riches,
Thow give me not in na kin wise:
Bot only of thy greit gudnes▪
Give me that may my neid suffice.
For be I riche, I may perchance,
Say, wha is God, and him misknaw:
And na thing bot myself advance,
And him foryet and all his Law.
Or be I pure, and have na geir,
Than man I out her reif or steill.
Or than my Goddis name manesweir,
And set him at full lytill vaill.
FINIS.
LORD
Father, God, that gaif me life,
Thow leif me not to do my will:
Bot grant thy grace to me Catiue,
Thy godly Law for to fulfill,
The prydefull luking of mine eine,
Lat nocht be rutit in my heart,
All evil desire that in me been,
Full far from me thow wald aduart,
Ane gredie stomokis appetyte,
And all surfeit thow take from me:
And als I pray the mak me quite,
Of fleschelie lust and Licherie.
Remone from me all thrawardnes,
Als well in mind as outward deed:
And take from me vnschamefastnes,
And God and man to lufe and dreid.
FINIS.
BLIS,
blissit God, thir giftis gude,
Quhilk thow hes geuin to be our fude
Us blis, and mak thankful in deed,
Be Jesus Christ that blissit seid.
In whom all blissing we ressaif
Be whom all blissing we ask and craif
Grant blissing Lord of michtis mayest,
God, Father, Sone, and holy Gaist.
FINIS.
BLissiing gloir, wisdom, & hartly thankfulness
And godly honouris all micht and fortitude
We offer the Lord with lawly humbilnes
Committing our selfs haili to thy Celsitude,
Asking for Christ whilk for us gave his blood,
Grace for to be in heart and mind thankful,
For all thy gude and free giftis plentiful.
FINIS.
NOW
let us sing with Joy and mirth
In honor of our Lordis birth,
For his lufe and humanity,
Quha gave himself for us to die.
Be Adame we wer all forlorn,
Bot now Christ Jesus till us is borne,
Hes fred us fra Captivity
And vincust hes our Enemy.
When he was borne nane did him snib,
To lie richt law intill ane Crib
Ane Ore, ane asse, richt tenderlie
Refres
••
hit his humanity.
His Godheid mysteris na support
For it was full of all comfort
Quhilk equal is in all degree,
Unto his fatheris Majesty.
The angellis sang with mirrynes,
Unto the Hyrdis mair and les,
And bad them of gude comfort be,
For Christis new Natiuitie.
For we war all at Goddis horn,
This Babe to yow that now is borne,
Sall mak yow sail, and for yow die,
And yow restoir to liberty.
This Babe for yow did sched his blood,
And tholit deed upon the Rude,
And for his greit humanity,
Exaltit is his Majesty.
And now he is our advocate,
Pray and for us baith air and lait,
This can the Scripture verify,
In sa far as ane man is he.
Therefore all tide, time and hour,
Pas unto him as Mediator,
Betuix the fatheris wraith and the,
Of sin, gif thow wald clengeit be.
For he hes promeist with his heart,
To all sinneris that will reuart,
And fra their sinful life will flee,
Sall ring with him Eternallie.
To God the Father mot be gloir,
And als to Christ forever moir,
The holy Gaist mot blissit be,
Wirkar of this Natiuitie.
FINIS.
QVHA
can discriue or put in write,
The grace and mercy of our Lord,
Quhais godly giftis infinite,
Men suld remember and record,
Conforme unto his holy word.
Our Father God Fontaine of grace,
His Sone did send to ransoun us
From Sin, and all our cairfull case,
And from the Devil mayest dangerous.
And
••
lew that Serpent vennemous.
Christ come right sweet, as ane seruand,
Of servitude to mak us free:
And broken hes the Deuillis band,
Quhilk led us in Captivity,
Quhairfoir we thank his grit mercy.
Christ beand rich in heuinlie gloir,
And we right pure and in distress:
Did mak us riche forever moir,
Quhairfoir we thank his gentilnes,
Be ressoun of his greit gudnes.
Christ come full humbill and full law,
Us to exalt in Majesty:
And tholit panis as ye knaw,
Of hounger, cauld, and misery.
And we gat life when he did die.
Christ als discendit to the hell,
And us redemit from that pain:
And from the death did rais him sell,
Na mair to thoill the deed again,
As we may reid in Scripture plain.
Christ maid us just when he up rais,
Be ressoun of his victory:
Quhairthrow he vincust all our fais
Sin, deed, and Devil our Enemy,
And from their bandis maid us free.
Christ passit to the heuinnis hie,
To graith ane place for us in gloir:
Our advocate thairfoir to be,
Heirfoir his grace let us imploir,
That we with him King ever moir.
FINIS.
GIF
ye have rissin from deed again,
With Christ our chief and Soueraine,
Quhilk did the inward man renew,
Gloir not in eirdly things vain,
Bot in the croce of Christ Iesew.
Seik things abufe that ar not seine,
Nor never sall with carnal eine.
Do diligence for till subdew
The flesche, the outward man I meine,
And gloir in the Cross of Christ Iesew.
Honor it with fervent desire,
And I sall swa your Spreit inspyre,
Ay when temptatioun dost yow persew
Of Lychorie sall slokkin the fire,
And gloir in the Cross of Christ Iesew.
When avarice, pride, or ouy sin,
Into your memberis dost begin,
Than pray with fervent heart and true,
That ye may be of Isackis kin
And gloir in the Cross of Christ Iesew.
And delf with deip into
••
ur land
As Isak did, whill that he fand
The water of life, of heuinly hew,
Quhilk is now fillit with eird and sa
••
d
And gloir in the Cross of Christ Iesew.
Honor the Image of the Cross,
Not cry and out with curious voice,
Bot in the Spreit, as it is dew:
His gudnes that restorit the lose,
And gloir in the Cross of Christ Iesew.
His Image is his word compleit,
Performit be the holy Spreit
Quhilk from the father sprang and grew
Thair is na Image half sa sweet,
As gloir in the Cross of Christ Iesew.
Gif ye lufe Christ, hait not his word
His leuing Image, it is na bourd,
Quha lichtleis it, sall not eschew
Of vengeance the abhominabill sword
And gloir in the Cross of Christ Iesew.
Siclyke of Judah the Lyoun stra
••
g,
Upon the Cross, he grat and hang.
When he was raisit he overthrew
The Serpent, and his vennemous stang
And gloird in the Cross of Christ Iesew.
The decreit and schairp hand write,
That stoppit us fra the father quite,
Furth of the minds he withdrew,
And fixed it to the Cross perfect,
And gloird in the Cross of Christ Iesew.
Syne the Jews that wer Legal,
And Gentiles that from adames fall,
Sa money yeiris their God misknew:
Maid baith ane body mystical,
And gloiris in the Cross of Christ Iesew.
Let us thairfoir wi
••
h Paul now sing,
Away from us all visibill thing
Sing to the Lord ane sang of new
Of laude, praise, and comforting.
And gloir in the Cross of Christ Iesew.
With spiritual lufe let us proceid
Nocht like the Jews with feir and dreid
Sing to the Lord ane sang richt true,
That was borne of King David's seid,
And gloir in the Cross of Christ Iesew.
FINIS.
QVHA
suld my melody amend,
Or solace swiftly to me send,
Quha suld me succor or supply,
Quha suld me from the deed defend,
Bot God my lufe in heaven sa hie.
Imploir his grace where we offend,
And do our former life amend,
Give honor only to that King
In whom our hope allone depend,
And lufe him also over all thing.
Nixt lufe your nichtbour as your sell,
Evil thochtis from your mind expel
Quhair Spreit is waik ask comforting
At him whilk creat heaven and hell
Lufe God in heaven attour all thing.
Do gude for evil, and leif your will,
Not gude for gude, nor evil for evil,
Than ye present ane peirles sing,
Of life serene, the world until
Lufe God in heaven attour all thing.
Thocht thow perswaid this threid slyding
Quhilk ay incressis moir and moir,
Think well on heuinlie governing
This world is nocht bot transitoir,
And lufe thy God attour all thing.
Quha seruis the world gais amis,
And sall be far from heuinnis blis,
(For why) in Scripture is founding
Na wicht can serve twa Lordis I wis,
Lufe God in heaven attour all thing.
FINIS.
The Conceptioun of Christ.
LET
us reioce and sing,
And praise that michtie King,
Quhilk send his Sone of a Virgin bricht.
La. Lay. La.
And on him tuke our vile nature,
Our deidlie woundis to cure,
Mankynde to hald in richt,
La. Lay. La.
Sanct Luk wrytis in his Gospel,
God send his Angel Gabriel,
Unto that Virgin but defame.
La. Lay. La.
For to fulfill the Prophesy,
was spousit with Iosaph free,
Mary scho had to name,
La. Lay. La.
Thir words to hir he did reheirs,
Haill Mary full of grace,
The Lord God is with the.
La. Lay. La.
Thow blyssit Virgin mylde,
Thow sall consaue ane Chylde
The pepill redeem sall he:
La. Lay. La.
Quhais power and greit micht,
Sall be in Goddis sicht,
Quhilk from the Father of michtis sen
••
,
La. Lay. La.
Jesus his Name ye call,
Quhilk shall be Prince ouir all
His Kingdom
••
all have nane end.
La. Lay. La.
Than spak that Virgin free
Behald how sall this be.
Seeing I knaw na man:
La. Lay. La.
Than said the angel chaist,
Be the power of the holy Gaist
Quhilk all thing wirk he can.
La. Lay. La▪
Elizabeth thy cousing also,
Sex monethis with Chylde can go
At whais birth greit Joy sall be:
La. Lay. La.
Call him John, says the angel bricht,
Quhilk is send be Goddis micht
The Lordis way prepair sall he.
La. Lay. La.
FINIS.
Heir endis the spiritual sangis, and beginnis the Psalms of David with other new plesand ballattis. Translatit out of Enchiridion Psalmorum to be sung.
Quare fremuerunt gentes. Psal. ii.
QVHAT
is the caus, O God omnipotent
That all Natiounis commouit ar sa soir,
The Kingis and the pepill with ane consent,
Resistis the thy power and thy gloir
Thay strive again thy Law ay moir and moir,
And contrair Christ thy son
••
whom y
u
hes send,
T
••
saif all man that will on him depend.
Thay will not be reformit from their Sin,
Bot will remain blindit in Ignorance,
And will not thoill to luke thy law within
Bot castis it away with greit greuance,
Thy counsel they refuse and governance,
And following their awin hartis consait,
Every man drawis a sindrie gait.
Bot thow O God in heaven into thy King▪
Thow makes all their counsels everyone,
What they intend, that sall they never bring.
To final end, for thy wisdom allone
Thair pregnant wittis sall scorn, and anon
In thy greit Ire, thow sall them sair reprufe,
And from thy face thow sall them swyith remufe
For God hes set a Captain stark and wicht,
Christis a win Sone, God and man natural,
On Mont Zion to reule it just and richt,
That is to say, his Kirk Uniuersall,
To teiche his fatheris word Celestial,
His godly will and pleasure for to show,
Instructing all the world into his law.
God said to him, thow art my Sone and air,
I the begat forever and this day,
Thy deed purchest victory preclair,
Syne from the deed, thow rais to King for ay,
My chosin in the▪ sall not cum to decay,
Quha trewlie traistis in thy godly name,
Sall never die, Eternallie I plane.
My Sone I will the give all Nationnis,
In heritage, and put thame in thy cure:
To reule thame with thy ministratiounis,
And preif thame with the Cross at thy pleasure,
To purge their fleshly just, and mak thame
••
ure
And for to rais their myndis spiritual,
To pryse thy name now and perpetual.
Heirfoir Kingis and rewlaris now be war,
Aduert till Goddis word and Discipline.
Ressaif his sone above all thing prefar,
His Godly word, and keep well his doctrine,
Leir him to dreid, and traist in till him syne,
Quhilk is the true wirship and rychteousnes
That God requyris of mankynd mair and les.
Ressaif thairfoir his sweet correctioun,
That he na mair with yow offendit be.
Befoir your eine with true affectioun,
And in your heart ye haif him Iden
••
lie.
Obey his Law, for when greuit is he,
Than wha dar his Just Judgment abide
Blissit ar they, whilk on him dost confyde,
FINIS.
Saluum me fac. Psal. xi.
SAIF
us gude Lord, and succor send,
For perisit is halynes:
And truth away from men is wend,
And fled fra thame is faithfulness,
Dissait amang thame sa is sawin,
The verity may nocht be knawin.
Thair tungis ar full of feinyernes.
Thair leing tungis, o Lord, cut out,
That speikis in to thy comtemptioun:
And says in all place round about,
Our tungis hes ane exemptioun,
Euin as we pleis, our lippis may lie,
For we have all authority
Nane hes of us dominioun.
Bot God hes said, and will it keep,
I will rise up incontinent,
For the oppressed that sair dost weip,
And murning of the indigent.
The pure that vexit is so soir,
I will them save, and them restoir,
Fra wickit toungis teichement.
And Goddis word and promit,
Is trewar, cleirar, and mair pure,
Then silver, seuin times purifyit,
Sen that thow art in word sa sure
Thow save us from sic sort of men,
And fra the doctrine that they ken,
Eternally on us take cure.
When Hypo
••
rites ar principal,
And highest in authority:
On force the pepill follow sall
Thair falset and Hypocrisy
The pepill follow mon on neid,
Thir Prelatis and their wi
••
kit deed
Baith blindit from the verity.
FINIS.
Vsquequo Domine. Psal. xxij. with the tune of Exaudi Deus orationem meam.
O LORD
how lang forever will thow foryet
And hyde thy face frame, or yet how lang
Sall I reheirs thy counsel in my heart
When sall my heart ceis of this sorry sang,
O Lord behald help me, and licht my
••
ine,
That suddand sleip of deed do me na teine.
Or ellis when my enemeis seis my fall,
We did preuaill, sone will they say on me
And gif they se me be thame brocht in thrall,
Thay will rejoice into their tyranny
Bot I in God hes hope and traist to se
His godly help than
••
all I love the Lord
Quhilk did me save fra them that had me schord.
FINIS.
Domine quis habitabit? Psal. xxiiij.
O LORD
wha sall in heaven dwell with the
In thy tirumphāt, throne and Tabernakil
Or wha sall on thy holy hill sa hie
Mak residence, and have his Habitakill,
The Innocent that is ane spectakill
Of holy life and conuersatioun
And just in all his operatioun.
And he whilk on the truth hes all his thoch
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,
And with his tongue the same for till furthschaw
And whais tongue his Nichtbour novis nocht
And hurtis nane be boist, nor yet be blaw
And thocht his Nic
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bouris faute or vice be knaw
He scornis not: bot dost till his brother
As that he wald till him did ony other.
He that hes in na reputatioun
The wickit men, in nurisching their vice:
With flattery, and adulatioun,
And all gude men he haldis into pryse,
And they that dreidis God he countis wise
What ever he sweir to ony man or say
His promeis he will keep without delay.
Na Occour will he use intill his lane,
Bot freely with his Nichtbour len and borrow
Contrair the just, rewaird he will take nane
Bot him defend from syte, schame and sorrow
This will he do at midnicht and at morrow
What ever he be that well obseruis this.
Sall never perish, but ring in heuinis blis.
FINIS.
Dominus regit me. Psal. xxiij.
THE
Lord God is my Pastor gude,
Aboundantly me for to feid
Then how can I be destitute
Of ony gude thing in my neid.
He feidis me in feildis fair,
To Riueris sweet, pure and preclair.
He dryuis me but ony dreid.
My soul and life he dost refresche,
And me conuoyis in the way
Of his justice and richteousnes
And me defendis from decay,
Not for my warkis verteousnes,
Bot for his name sa glorious
Preseruis me baith nicht and day.
And thocht I waver, or ga will,
Or am in danger for to die.
Na dreid of deed sall cum me till,
Nor feir of cruel tyranny.
Becaus that thow art me beside,
To govern me and be my gyde,
From all mischief and misery.
Thy staff where of I stand greit awe,
And thy scheip huke me for to fang,
Thay nurture me my faults to kn
••
w
When fra the hie way I ga wrang
Therefore my Spreit is blyith and glaid
When on my flesche thy scurge is laid,
In the richt way to gar me gang.
And thow a
••
e Tabill
••
ois provide,
Befoir me, full of all belyte
Contrair to my persewaris pride,
To their displeasure and dispyte.
Thow hes anointed well my heid
And full my coupe thow hes maid,
With money diches of delight.
Thy gudnes and beningtie
Let ever be with me thairfoir
And whill I live until I die,
Thow lay them up with me in stoir
That I may have my dwelling place
Into thy house before thy face,
To ring with the forever moir.
FINIS.
Exultate iusti in Domino. Psal. xxxiij.
ƷE
Richteous rejoice and love the Lord
Just men to thank their God dost weil accord
Play on your Lute, & sweitly to it sing
Tak Harp in hand with money lusty string
Tyrle on the ten stringit Instrument,
And praise your God with heart and hail intent
Sing na auld thing the whilk is abrogate
Bot sing sum new plesand perfect ballat
Blaw up Organis with glaid and heuinly sound
Ioyfull in heart, whilk all the skyis resound
For Goddis word is truth and verity,
And dost all his deidis faithfully
The Lord lufis justice and richteousnes,
And all the eird is full of his gudnes
The be
••
innis hie wer creat be the Lord,
Thair ornamentis wer dressit be his word
He hei
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is up the water is like ane hill▪
Syne
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urnis them in deip when that he will,
Dreid ye the Lord, all dwelleris on the ground,
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And wirschip him all have ye world sa roun
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,
What God decretis is done incontinent.
All Creature obeyis his commandment.
The Counsellis of the wickit and deuyse
He perturbis, appeirand ever sa wise,
He scornis all their Consolationn,
And wickit pepillis Imaginatioun,
Bot his counsel sall left perpetual,
And sall endure till generations all.
Full happy is the pepill mayest and leist.
Quhilk in yair God▪ & Lord hes all yair trai
••
And whom that God do cheis before all aige,
Thame to posseid in proper heritage.
The Lord lukis forth of his heuinlie saith,
And persauis all men of euerilk stait,
From his triumphant throne he dost behold
All Natiounis, and dwellaris on the molde,
For he allone did creat all their hartis,
And he allone dost knaw all their warkis,
The King is not saif, be his greit army,
Nor Iyand saif be strenth of his body.
The bardit hors in neid sall men dissaif,
And money thousand hors may na man saif.
The eyis of the Lord they do aduert
To them that dreidis him with all their har
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Traisting his godly help with patience.
To
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ai
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their life in time of pestilence.
And in the time of derth them for to feid.
And be their only help in all their neid:
Therefore my Saull in God put thy belief,
Our strenth and targe to saif us fra mischief.
Our heart shall be into the Lord joyous.
Sen we traist in thy Name mayest glorious
Assist us (O Lord) for thy gudnes
Euin as we traist in thy greit gentilnes.
FINIS.
Noli aemulari in malignantibus. psal. xxxvij.
THOW
sall not follow wickit menis wayis
Nor yet murne that sinful have gude days.
For like the widderit hay sone sall they said
And as the grass that wallowis rute and blaid
Bot in the Lord put thow thy haill belief,
And wirk his will and not yat may him grief
And than the fruitful land thow sall posses,
Aboundantlie, and sall have grit riches,
Into the Lord put all thy haill delight,
And he sall grant thy hartis appetyte.
Schaw forth before the Lord thy mind and will
And traist in him he sall it well fulfill.
Than as the goldin morning schynis bricht▪
Sa sall thy Justice schine till every wicht,
And as the Sone in midday schawis fair,
Sa sall thy virtue knawin be alwhair,
Upon the Lord have ever thine intent.
Befoir thine eine and have him ay present.
And mufe the not at their prosperity▪
That leuis all their life wrangouslie.
Remoue rancor, and Ire forth of thy thoch
••
The ill exempill of the wickit follow nocht.
For cruel men sall sune destroyit be,
Bot wha abydis the Lord pacientlie
Sall bruke the land, and his possessioun
Full peciabillie▪ without oppressioun.
Suffer a lytill while, and thow sall se,
The wickit man perish before thine E,
Thow sall behald him and his mantioun▪
Be brocht to nocht and utter confusioun.
But humbill men sall inherit the eird.
And leif in peace fra wickit men's reird.
The sinful man with evil will await,
The Innocent that can mak na debait▪
With countenance austeir sall on him gyrne,
His I refull heart with baill sall ever byrne.
Bot y
u
gude Lord, sall lauch thame all to scorn
And knawis the time that they shall be forlorn
The cruel men sall draw their birnist brand,
And have their bow bent reddy in their hand
For till slay the meik and Innocent.
That they may cum to their wickit intent.
Thair awin sword sall stryke thame throw the heart,
And brokin sall their bow be in all part.
The lytill of the Just is mair commendit,
Sa that it be well win and better spendi
••
,
Than is the grit riches of wickit men,
Quhair throw they do baith god & man miskē
The power of the wickit sall decay,
Bot God sall preserve the Just man for ay.
The times of the Just, God dost record,
Thair heritage shall be with God the Lord:
In time of perrell they sal not be agast,
And in grit derth their fude shall be adrest.
Bot witkit men sall perish in their neid
And they that of the gude Lord hes na dreid,
Lyke Sacrifice they sall consumit be,
Quhair of bot reik, thow can na mair se
The wickit man will take, and will not pay.
The Just frelie will gif without delay,
Quha lu
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ffis him, and of him speikes gude,
Sall bruke the land, bor wha will delude
Or dost blaspheme the kind and liberal,
Sall rutit be forth of memorial.
The paithis of the Just▪ God dost direct,
He luiffis him and will him not neclect.
Suppose he fall be sey, or yet be land,
God will erect him with his helping hand:
I have been yung, and cum now to grit age,
Ʒit saw I never the Just left in thirlage,
Nor yet have seen his posterity,
Begand their breid for grit necessity.
Bot he will give and len his gude at large,
Till thame that myster hes & will him charge,
Ʒit sall his seid leif into plenteousnes,
Aboundantly posses grit riches
He leuis ill, and followis gude thairfoir,
With God he sall King ever moir,
The Lord luiffis Justice and equity,
And leuis not his Sauctis in misery,
For he on thame perpetuallie hes cure,
Bot wickit mennis seid sall not endure,
Just men with Joy the eird sall posses,
And dwell lang time on it and have succes.
The Just man's mouth erercis sapience,
Of equity ay speak and of prudence.
The Law of God is in his h
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rt sa haill.
In all his wayis thairfoir he can nocht faill,
The wickit dost observe the innocent,
To seek to slay him with cruel intent,
Bot God will not him leif into his neid,
Bot will him saif fra tyrannis wickit deed.
Thay cannot him condam
••
ne when they accus
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Preseruit sall he be from their aduse.
Traist in the Lord and keep well his command,
And he sall the exalt in every land.
Posses the eird thow sall and with thine E,
The wickit men destroyit sall thow se.
Sum time a Tyrane flureis have I seen,
Lyke lawrel tree whilk ever growis grene.
Bot in schort time sune was he brocht to nocht
He was not found nor that belangit him ocht
Keip Justice, and have, E, unto the richt,
That sal mak peace forever with god of micht
For wrangus men sall end mischeuouslie,
And wickit mennis fine is misery.
The Just all haill upon the Lord dependis,
Quhilk is his strenth & all time him defēdis,
God helpis him and sendis him supply,
And sauis him fra Tyrannis cruelty
Because in him he did put his traist,
Into his trublis grit culled him molest.
FINIS.
Exaudi Deus orationem meam. Psal. lxiiij.
O LORD
aduert unto my voice and cry,
Now when I pray unto thy Majesty.
From dredour of my mortal Ennemie,
Defend my life and als deliver me,
Defend me from the falls subtellitie,
Of wickit men, and from the cruelnes,
Of thame that alwayis wirk vnrichteousnes,
Fra yame that hes their tungis scharp & ground
And scharper than ony twa edgeit sword,
Lyke deidly dartis thow geuis stang & stound,
Rycht sa proceidis of their mouth every word,
Quhair with to slay they think it bot a hourd,
The Innocent, with secreit dissemblance:
Without dredour of Goddis vengeance.
Thay have deuysit abhominatioun,
Amang thame selfs in their malicioiusness
Richt priuelie is their communicatioun,
To set their nettis with clokit craftiness,
With sic device as it war halynes
That na man suld their violence espy,
Quhilk wald revenge their falls Hypocrisy.
Thair counsel is to seirche and to Inquyre,
The Innocent with wrang for till accuse.
In all this world they have na mair desire,
For ever in their mind of this they mufe,
Quha will delayit they will mak na refufe▪
Of fa, or fule▪ and for suspitioun.
Thay will bring men unto confusioun.
Bot now na mair their malice sall remain,
For God sall stryke them in schort sesoun
Of whom they shall be plaguit with grit pains
And men sall hald thame in derisioun,
Thair tungs shall be their awin cons
••
soun,
Quhilk was sa scharp in contrair Innocence,
That for thame selfs they sall mak na defense.
When men
••
all se this haistie suddand change
Than sall they wunder and cleirlie understand,
That it is God whilk dost him awin revenge
All men sal se this wark of Goddis hand.
And fall well knaw▪ that nane can him withstand
The Just sall traist in God and als reioyis,
And all true hartis sall joy to heir this noyis
FINIS.
Quam bonus Deus Israelj. Psal. lxxiij.
TILL
true in heart God of Israellis swei
••
,
Bot stakerand almaist failyeit my feit
When I beheld thir peruerst wickit men.
Prosper always, thocht they did God mis ken.
Thair is na yock thir wickit men may oppres.
Bot ever in weith plesour and grit riches,
When other men ar trublit and disesit,
With all pastime full plesandlie they ar easit.
Throw whilk they ar exaltit in to pride,
Thair violence and wrang walkis full wyde
Throw their grit micht in alkin lust they leif,
What they can think, unto their heart they geif.
What ever is done they think it vanity,
Bot give that they the author of it be,
God of heum they blaspheme with their mouth
To curs all men they think it na uncouth.
For this the people dost flow to and fra,
When they the wickit with wealth se da swa,
Thay dar be bald to dout give God dost knaw,
Or understand the breking of his Law.
And I also thocht their prosperity
Suld ever endure with thame Eternallie
And thocht, unto myself I did offense,
That wusche my handis and leuit in innocence.
To thole distress I thocht it was in vain,
Baith day and nicht to take on me sic pain.
When I had lang argound on sic a kind,
The Sonnis of God I dampnit in my mind.
I tuke travel on this to knaw the truth,
Bot all for nocht, my laubour was bot sleuth.
When I sall enter in Goddis secreit place,
Than sall I se their end before my face.
Full slydrie is the saith, that they on sit,
And for their fault till hell sune sall they
••
ir.
For suddenlie they sall die with mische
••
f,
Thair destructioun sall be without relief.
As when ane man awalkis of his dream
Sa sall the Lord destroy their fulische fame.
When I had this Imaginatioun
My dullie Spreit was in greit passioun.
Imprudently this brint I in my th
••
cht,
In thy presence as brutall beist of nocht
Ʒit leit thow not me fall on sic ane sort
Bot held my hand, and gave me gude comfort.
With thy counsel thow sall me well convey,
And after this ressaue me to thy joy
O Lord what ever in heaven ordand for me.
Outher in eird, compair I not to the.
Na thing am I, my body nor my heart.
God is my strenth and ever shall be my part.
Perishe sall they, that fleis from the far,
Loste sall they be, that ocht to the prefar.
To me forsuith, I think it for the best,
To clean to God, and on him put my traist
And show the nobill warkis that he hes done
To whom be gloir ringand in his throne.
FINIS.
Deus quis similis erit tibi. Psal. lxxxiij.
GOD
for thy grace thow keep no moir silence
Postpon it not bot haist thy vengeance
On Hypocritis, humelie I the exhort.
For they Rebellis with rage do resort.
And they whilk at the have mortal feid,
Contrair thy micht hes lifted up their heid.
And till oppres thy pepill do pretend,
Under pretente and cloikit halynes.
With subtell slycht to slay us they intend.
Confiderat they ar baith mair and les.
Contrair thy testament, our hope & richteousnes
Thay say, they sall us rute from the ground,
That na mentioun of us sall mair be found.
Thay now conspyre with cruel heart and fell,
With ane consent, togidder in ane band:
Quhilk never before culled gre amang thame sell,
Stryuand for stait, and hicht, in every land.
Bot contrair the togidder stife they stand.
And fa
••
like burris, they cleif baith ane and all
To hald o God thy word and us in thrall.
Ʒe Edomeitis Idol with thrinfald Croune,
The crop and rute of pride and Tyrannie,
Ʒe Ismalitis with scarlat hat and gown,
Ʒour bludie boist na syith can satisfyie
Ʒe Moabitis with hornis twa full hie
Ourwart like scheip ye beir the beistis mark,
Inwart like tykis ye byte bot cannot bark.
Of Agarins what tung can tell the tryne,
With hurklit hude ouir a well nureist neck,
Iabell and Amon, als fat as ony swine,
Quhilk cannot do, bot drink, sing, Iouk and bek
The Amelekis, that lesingis well can clek.
The Palistenis, with dum Doctouris of Tyre
Quhilk dar nocht dispute, bot cryis, fire, fire.
Assure in harnes is with thame ever moir▪
Companyeoun he is perpetual,
To Lotis Sonis, for to mantene their gloir,
He wate nocht ellis, for his conscience is thrall
To thame whilk hes na hope celestial,
Bot contrair God indurit hes their hartis,
Syne sylis Princes, blindly, take their partis.
O God of gloir resist their cruelnes▪
As thow sum time overthrew the Madionitis
And Sicera, with his malicioiusness.
And Iabene, with his bludie Hypocritis.
At Kyson flude, as well the story dytis
Thay perischit at Endor throw thy micht
Syne mucke become and fylth for all their hicht▪
Thair gouernouris and gydis gif siclike,
As Oreb, Seb, Seba, and Zelmanie.
Thair sinnis shawis they ar a bludie byke.
And yet, they wald throw their Hypocrisy,
Posses the Kirk of God, throw tyranny,
And will cum to na counsel general.
For feir they lose their pomp pontifical.
As wheill vnstabill and caffe before the wind
And as the wod consumit is with fire:
And as the flame burning▪ where it can find,
The faggat, in the field, with grit Empire:
Siclike persew thame with thy grievous Ire,
Lat thy tempest their wraithfulnes revenge,
And lat thy storm their pride in purteth change.
Confound thame Lord, that they may seek thy name
Perturbe yair mind with cair continual.
And let thame perische, and cum till utter scham
••
Lat thame knaw the, for the God Eternal,
Allanerlie on the allone to call.
And the obey, above all eirdlie thing,
Mayest mich
••
jest, mayest highest in thy King.
FINIS.
Qui habitat in adiutorio. Psal. lxxxj.
QVHA
on the highest will depend,
And in his secreit help will traist,
Almichtie God sall him defend
And gyde him with his holy Gaist,
Therefore with mind rype and degest,
Thow say to God my true releue,
My hope▪ my God of michtis mayest,
Onlie in him I will believe.
He sall deliver the at neid▪
And save thy life from pestilence,
His wings ar thy weirlie weid.
His pens ar thy strang defense,
And thow sall have experience,
That his true promeis is thy scheil
••
▪
His word of grit magnificence,
Sall be thy buklar and thy beild.
Na wickit Spreit sall the affray,
Nor the delude into the nicht,
The fleand dartis be the day,
To trubill the sall have na micht.
Na suddand chance of uncouth slicht,
Sall cummer the, nor mak the red,
Nor the perturb in mark nor licht.
Bot from all plague thow sall be fred.
And thow sall se at thy left hand,
Ane thousand have ane suddand fall.
And als thow sall se
••
en thousand
At thy richt hand, whilk perische sall.
Ʒit nocht to the sall cum at all.
Bot thow sall with thine eine behald,
Sinnaris put fra memorial,
With plagues grit and monyfald.
O Lord my hope and all my grace,
Thow save me for thy grit mercy.
Thy gyrth is set in sicker place,
For he sall save the michtfullie.
And na mischance sall cum to the,
Nor maledie sall the molest,
Na misfortoun thy house sall se.
Bot all things wirk sall for the best.
His Angellis he sall give ane charge,
That they on the sall take the cure.
In all thy wayis to be ane targe,
To keep the from misauenture,
And with their handis they sall the sure,
That thow hurt nocht aganis ane craig.
Thy fu
••
e bot sall preserve the sure,
From perrellis, panis, and from plaig.
Thow sall strampe on the edderis strang,
And tread on the cruel Cocketrice,
The Lyonnis craig, thow sall over gang.
The dreidfull Dragoun thow sall chace.
Sen thow me traistis in all case.
Sayis God. I sall the saif from schame,
And the defend in every place,
For cause thow knew my godly name.
When thow sall call▪ I sall the heir,
And in distress sall be with the.
I sall restoir the haill and feir,
And als I sall the magnify.
With lang life dotit sall thow be.
And at the last I sall the bring,
Quhair throw eternal gloir sall se.
For ever moir with me to King.
FINIS.
In exitu Israel. Psal. lxxxj.
QVHEN
fra Egypt departit Israel.
And Iacobis house fra pepill barbour sef
••
To Judah Lord thow wes his Savior
And to Israel ane gyde and governor,
Quhilk when these had seen, for feir it fled,
The flude Jordan yeid back, it was sa red.
The montainis uiuifit & ran athort like rāmis,
The hillis dansit and lichtly lap like lambis.
Thow swelland sey what mui
••
it the to flee?
To gang abak Jordan what ailit the?
What gart yow montanis like rāmis stert and stend?
And ye hillis like lābis loup and bend
It was the Lordis feir that maid sic reird,
And Iacobis God perturbit all the eird.
For God turnit the craig in fresche reueir.
The barrane bra in Fontane water cleir,
Not unto us, not unto us, o Lord.
Bot to thy sweet promeis, and to thy word,
And to thy name be gloir allauerlie,
Quhilk keipis thy promeis faithfully.
Therefore lat not our Ennemeis blaspheme
Thy Majesty, for we may not sustene,
To heir thame say, where is thy grit ascence,
Thy godly help of thy magnificence.
Our God forsuith Kingis in heaven full hie.
And what him listis, or lykis workis he.
Thir Imagis of stock, stane, gilt with gold.
Ar maid be men▪ and syne for money sold.
Thay have a mouth can nouther say nor sing
Thair eine ar blind, and they can se na thing.
Thay can nocht heir, thocht men do cry and yell.
Thair nois thirlis can nouther saver nor smell
Thay have handis, can nouther feill nor grope.
Thair fundyit feit cā nouther gang nor loupe
Thay can pronūce na voice forth of their throtis.
Thay ar ouergane with mouswobs & moitis
Quha makes thame, or traistis in their support
Ar like to thame in all manner of sort.
Bot thow Israel in God put thy traist,
Thy Protectour into thy myster mayest.
Ʒe house of Aaron in God put your belief
Ʒour defendar, and na man can yow grief.
All worschippers of God traist in his Name,
He is your help, and Savior allane.
The Lord hes mind and mercy upon us,
will favor us, and bring us to his blis.
Als feid the house of Israel with his fude
And to the house of Aaron will be gude.
Thow sall do well to them that dreidis the,
Baith young & auld, what stait yat over yai be
God sall augment his pepill and Incres.
And eik their sons and dochtoris mair & les
He is the Lord that creat heaven
And eird, with his creatures, in days seuin.
The heuinnis ar the Lordis habitatioun
The eird he gave to man's propagatioun.
The deed may not the love amang the laue,
Nor they that ar discendit in their grave.
Bot we that ar on live sall love and sing
To God forever unto our lives ending.
FINIS.
Nisiquia Dominus. Psal. exxiiij.
EXCEPT
the Lord with us had stand,
Say forth, Israel, vnfenyeitlie.
Had not the Lord been our warrand.
When men rais in our contrary:
Thay had us all on live deuorit,
with Ire, sa scharpelie they us schorit.
Sa kendlit was their cruelty.
For like the welterand wallis brym,
Thay had ouerwhelmit us with miche
Lyke burnis that in spait fast rin,
Thay had ouerthrawin us with slicht.
The bulrand stremis of their pride,
Had perishit us throw back and side,
And rest fra us our life full richt.
Bot loving to the Lord, allone,
That gave us nocht to be their pray,
To be rent with their teith anon.
Bothes us fred full well thame fray
Lyke to ane bird taine in ane net
The whilk the Foullar for her set,
Sa is our life well win away.
The net is broken in pecis small,
And we ar sauit fra their schame
Our hope was ay and ever sall
Be in the Lord, and in his Name,
The whilk hes creat heaven sa hie.
And maid the eird sa meruellouslie,
And all the ferleis of the same.
FINIS.
De profundis. psal. xxx.
FRA
deip (O Lord) I call to the,
Lord heir my Inuocatioun
Thy eiris thow inclyne to me
And heir my Lamentatioun.
Forgif thow will our sin Impute
Till us (O Lord) that we commit
Quha may bide thy accusatioun.
Bot thow art merciful and kind,
And hes promittit in thy write,
Them that repent with heart and mind
Of all their sin to mak them quite.
Thocht I be full of sinfulness,
Ʒit thow art full of faithfulness
And thy promeis true and perfect,
My hope is steidfast in the Lord,
My Saull ever on him traist
And my believe is in thy word
And all thy promittis mayest and leist
My Saull on God waitis and is bent,
As watcheman wald the nicht wer went,
Byd and the day to take him rest.
Israel in God put thy believe,
For he is full of gentilnes,
Fredome, gudnes, and all releue
All Israel of their distress,
He sall deliver Israel
And all their sinneris sall expel,
And cleith them with his richteousnes.
FINIS.
Super flumina Babylonis. psal. cxxxviij.
AT
the Rivers of Babylon,
Quhair we dwelt in Captivity,
When we rememberit on Zion,
We weipit all full sorrowfullie
On the Sauch treis our Harpis we hang,
When they requyrit us ane sang,
That held us in sic thirldome
Thay bad us sing sum Psalm or Himme,
That we sum time sang Zion in
To whom we answerit full sone.
How may we outher play or sing,
The Psalms of our Lord sa sweet
Intill ane uncouth land or Reign
My richt hand first sall that forleit,
Or Jerusalem foryettin be,
Fast to my chaftis my tongue sall be
Claspit, or that I it foryet,
In my mayest glaidnes and my gam
••
I sall remember Jerusalem,
And all my heart upon it set.
O Lord think on the Edometis,
How they did at Jerusalem,
Thay bad destroy with cruelteis
Put all to sack, and it ouirwhelme
Bot wrakkit sall thow be Babylon▪
And blyssit is that Campion,
Sall serve the as thow seruit us
And he that sall thy barnis
••
laig
And rasche their harnis aganis
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Is happy and full glorious.
FINIS.
Exaltabo te. psal. cliiij.
I WILL
the love my gracious Lord and King
Thank and thy Name forever will I sing
All time I will rejoice and sing to the,
And pryse thy name also perpetuallie.
Greit is the Lord, and all laude dost excel.
And his greit micht wha can discryue or tell.
Ane generation, thy warkis dost declare
Unto ane other, and als thy greit powair.
Thy gloir▪ thy greitnes, and thy magnificence,
Thy nobillactis digne of remembrance,
I will forth show thy meruellis sa greit,
Thy magnitude I will it put in dyie
Memory a
••
s of thy greit gentilnes
We sall ay sing, and of thy richteousnes.
The Lord is meik, and merciful is he.
slaw to revenge, and to forgive reddie
Courtes and kind till all men is the Lord,
In all his warkis is misericord,
And all thy warkis do thank the thairfoir,
And all thy Sanctis to thy Name gif gloir
The gloriousnes of thy Kingdom teiche,
And with their tongue thy greit power preiche.
Till all natiounis thy magnitude and mic
••
t,
Of thy riche renoun the he
••
inly lusum licht
Thy royal Realm, is Realm of Realms all
And thy Empire endure forever sall.
The Lord is help to thame that slyde and
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Them that troublit ar bringis out of cumiuer
All mennis eine O Lord do the abide.
Thow feidis them in all time and
••
de,
Thow oppinnis forth thy hand f
••
l grociouslie
And fatisfyis all flesh aboundantlie.
In all his wayis the Lord is Just and richt,
In all his warkis is santifyit his miche,
Till all call on the Lord, he is full neir,
Sa that in true belief be their prayer.
He grantis their desire that dreidis him
And heiris thame and forgeuis their sin,
All thame that luffis the Lord he sauis thame,
And he confoundis all sort of wickit men
The loving of the Lord my mouth sall sound,
All loving men in to this world sa round,
Sall love thy name, perpetual and moir,
Gif moir may be, regnand into thy gloir.
FINIS.
Deus venerunt gentes Psal. lxxvij.
THE
Hethim folk, Lord in thy heritage,
Hes cumin, til exerce their tyranny.
And hes defylit, ever to this aige,
The Tempill▪ whilk was dedicat to the,
Quhilk holy was and yet sall blissit be.
Jerusalem as apellis, lay in heip,
Bot thow gude Lord, rise up and na mair sleip.
Thair tyranny aganis thy commandis,
Richt cruelly exersit in dispyte,
Hes put to deed thy Just and true seruandis
The foulis of the heaven with grit delight,
Did eight their flesh, and beisti
••
sair culled byte.
Thair bodyis when they lay in common streit
Jerusalem thairfoir richt sair did weip.
Thair blood was sched as Riueirs of a well
That compassed hes Jerusalem about.
Nane was that micht their tyranny expel,
Aganis them it was sa strang and stout.
Thair bodyis throw yair danger and greit dout
Unburyit was, void of all Sepulture,
That nane to bury them wald take the cure.
Our Nichtbouris (Lord) hes mockit us with scorn,
And leuch at us with greit Illusioun:
Bot thow gude (Lord) let us not be forlorn,
How lang sall we remain in confusioun?
Will thow us hald in their abusioun?
Unto the end sall thy wraith burn as fire,
Alas (gude Lord) remufe fra us sic Ire.
Rather cast forth thy grief and cruelnes,
On wickit men, whilk never will the knaw,
And Realms whilk mis knaw thy godliness,
Not hauand E unto thy godly Law.
For Jacob and his house they sair ouirthraw,
And hes us left all solpit into cair,
Beleuand for to bring us to dispair.
Auoyde (Lord) forth of thy remembrance,
Our sinful life that we have s
••
eipit in:
Our will shall be thy mercy to advance,
For be the samin remittit is our sin,
And as water fast rinnis ouir ane Lin.
Dois not return again to the awin place,
Sa thow gude Lord put our sin from thy face.
Help us gude Lord, our gyde and Governor
Delyuer us for thy Names saik glorious,
Thow art our hope, our help and Savior,
And als our sinnis mayest dangerous,
Dois put away, for that thow promeist us.
When we will turue to the with a true heart
And fra our sinful life to the convert.
For show thow not thy mercy in distress,
Our Enemeis sall grow in tyranny,
And sall say God hes left us mercyles
Bot thow gude Lord exerce thy cruelty,
Upon our fais, that says schamefullie
Quhair is their God in whom they did belief,
He hes them left without help and relief.
The vengeance of the blood of thy seruandis,
Mot cum into thy presence and thy sicht,
The greting of thy pure that ar in bandis,
In prisoun pynde, of day wantand the licht
The voice of them that to the deed ar dicht,
Heir now (gude Lord) and help thē in yair neid
And be their strenth at all times and remeid.
Rewaird thy fais according to their wrang,
Seu
••
fald their sin gude Lord mot puneist be
For they have blasphemit all to lang
Speikand contrair thy godly Majesty.
Bot we thy pepill and scheip sall Magnifie,
And als exalt thy laude, thy Name and gloir
And sall the love for now and ever moir.
FINIS.
Miserere mei Deus. psal. lj.
HAVE
mercy on me God of micht.
Of mercy Lord and King:
For thy mercy is set full richt
Above all eirdly thing.
Therefore I cry baith day and nicht.
And with my heart sall sing:
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Have mercy on me (O gude Lord)
Efter thy greit mercy:
My sinful life dost me remord,
Quhilk sair hes greuit the:
Bot thy greit grace hes me restord,
Throw Christ to liberty
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Et secundum multitudinem.
Bude Lord I knaw my wickitnes,
Contrair to thy command:
Rebell and ay with cruelnes,
And led me in ane band
To Satan wha is mercyles,
Ʒit Lord heir me cryand.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
What tongue can tell the multitude
Lord of thy greit mercy:
Sen Sinners hes thy Celsitude
Resistit cruelly
Ʒit na Sinner will thow seclude
That this will cry to the
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Amplius laua me.
Thow wushe me Lord when I was borne,
From all my wickitnes,
Bot yet I did throw sin forlorn
Of heaven the richteousnes,
Wesche me again, and from thy borne
Delyuer me in stres:
To thy mercy with the will I go.
And fra my sin thow mak me clean,
As thow maid David King:
With Peter, Paul, and Magdalene,
Quha now dost with the reign,
In heuinly Joy fair and amene,
And I sall with thame sing▪
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Quoniam iniquitatem.
Full well I knaw my wickitnes,
And sin contrarious:
Blasphemit hes thy gentilnes,
With sin mayest dangerous
And hes me led in heuynes,
Ʒit O God mayest gracious
To thy mercy with the will I go.
I grant my sinful life did use
In Sensuality:
Ʒit thow gude Lord will nane refuse
That will cum unto the,
Heirfoir I schairply me accuse
Cryand for thy mercy
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Tibi soli peccaui.
Only to the I did offend.
And mekill evil hes done:
Throw whilk appeirandly defense,
To me is nane above:
Thus men will judge thy just vengeance,
Hes put me from thy throne.
Ʒit to thy mercy with the will I go.
Thocht thow gude Lord be iudgeit thus,
Full falls and wrangouslie:
O God sa gude and gracious,
Let their judging vincust be
And show thy mercy plent
••
ous,
Quhilk mot us justify.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Consauit into sin I am,
My wickitnes thocht thow behald,
Quhilk I contraceit of Adame,
Sinnand richt monyfald.
My Mother als did eik the same
And I to Sin was said,
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Bot yet the Lord Omnipotent,
My cairfull cace did cure,
At Font when I was impotent,
Fragill, vain, vile and pure,
Than helpit me that King Potent
In my misauenture.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Ecce enim veritatem.
Behald thow lufis truth gude Lord,
Thow art the verity:
This weili thy promeis can record,
Quhair thow dost it show to me,
The hid things of thy godly word,
That war unsure to me.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Thow hecht to Abraham anon,
Isaac his Eldest Sone,
Thow promeist als that Salomone,
Suld bruik King David's throne.
To sinners als that callis the one
Grace cummis from above.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Asperges me.
With Isope Lord thow sprinkill me,
And then I sall be clean.
And clenar then maid sall I be,
Then ever snaw hes been,
Ʒit of my clenes thy mercy
The rute is ever seen.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
This Isope is humility,
Richt law in till assence
The snaw sa white in all degree,
Betakinnis innocence
For and thir twa do govern me,
I sall do nane offense.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Auditui meo dabis.
Then joy and and mirch thow sall me give.
Thy mercy when I heir
My banis law thow sall releue,
And be my scheild and speir:
Thy sword also richt soir sall grene,
My Enemeis with feir.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
My hope and traist hes been to lang
In mennis falls supply,
Quhairfoir I grant I have done wrang
Not hope and help of the
Bot now with steidfast faith I gang
Unto thy Majesty.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Aduerte faciem tuam.
Fra my sins aduert thy face
My wickienes expel
Sen I have hoipit in thy grace
Thow save me fra
••
he hell,
Thy mercy is set in sicker place,
Na Sinner can repel,
To thy mercy with the will I go.
The thief that hang on the richt hand,
And sufferit with the deed:
In the last hour thy mercy fand
For sin the haill remeid,
Siclyke gude Lord, heir me cryand,
And help me in my neid.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Cor mundum.
Thow creat in me (O God) ane heart,
Baith clean and Innocent:
And let me not from the depart
My God Omnipotent,
Sen unto the I show my smart
Richt pure and indigent:
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Renew me with thy holy Spreit
To help my febilnes:
My teiris sall my cheikis weit,
For my greit sinfulness,
Bot thow gude Lord my comfort sweet
Expell my wickitnes.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Ne proijcias me.
O gude Lord cast me not away,
From thy perfect presence:
Sen that I grant my sins ay,
Hes done the greit offense
And I sall praise baith nicht and day,
Thy greit Magnificence.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Tak not from me thy godly Spreit,
In my adversity:
For till my Saull it is full sweet,
When sin besettis me:
And thow sall mak my Saull full meit,
Unto thy Majesty:
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Redde mihi.
Give me the blyithnes and the blis,
Of my sweet Savior:
For throw his bitter deed I mis
Of hell the dyntis dour,
And in this mortal life he is,
My strang defense and tour.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Conforme thy Spreit mayest principal,
Into me throw thy grace:
For sin richt lang held me in thrall,
And put me from thy face,
Ʒit unto the my Lord I call,
Into my heuie case.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Docebo iniquos.
Then I sall teiche the wickit men,
Thy way is just and richt:
And they that did the lang misken
Sall knaw the God of micht.
When they sall rise forth of the den
Of sin, and cum to licht.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
The sinful then to the reuart,
Sall into gudlie ha
••
st:
And rew their sins with their heart,
And their auld life detest.
And to them Lord thow sall conuart
When they thy mercy taist.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Libera me.
Delyuer me from blood schedding,
For blood betakinnis Sin:
For punishment I serve conding
Ʒit after the I rin:
Grant me that I may with the Reign,
And at thy port get in.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Than sall my tongue thy richteousnes
Ertoll and Magnifie:
When gane is my greit sinfulness,
And greit iniquity,
God for thy grace and gentilnes,
Grant me thy greit mercy.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
My lippis Lord, then louse thow sall,
Quhilk closit lang have been:
From thy loving sair bound in thrall
Brekand thy swei
••
biddene,
And keep me from ane suddand fall
For greit pain I sustene.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
And then my mouth sall do furthschaw
Thy loving glorious:
And I sall caus all sinners knaw,
Thy micht sa meruellous.
And frathine surth sall keep thy Law
Quhilk is sa precious.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Quoniam si voluisses.
Gif the had plesit Sacrifice,
I suld them offerit the:
Bot thow will not sic avarice,
For thow art wonder free,
And geuis us thy benefits
Throw Christis blood frelie.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Brint Sacrifice is na delight,
Unto thy Majesty:
Thow curis nocht of it ane myte,
For Sin to satisfy,
For only Christ did mak us quite,
Of all ennormitie.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Sacrificium deo.
Ane Sacrifice to the plesand,
Is ane sweet humbill heart:
Unto the whilk I understand,
Thow dost the haill conuart,
Therefore gude Lord let thy command
Na way from me depart.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Ane contrite heart do not despise,
God for thy greit mercy:
Sen for thy grace sa oft it cryis,
For succor and supply,
And it sall thank ane thousand syse
Thy godly Majesty.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Benigne fac Domine.
To Zion Lord be gude again
Efter thy godly will:
And let thy loving their remain
Thy promeis to fulfill,
For Mont Zion with greit disdain
In thrall is hiddertill.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Jerusalem did get ane fall,
Hir wallis war maid full law
For scho miskennit the God of all,
And daily brak his Law:
Bot thow sall put hir out of thrall,
When scho hir God dost knaw.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Tunc acceptabis.
Then Sacrifice thow sall accept,
Of truth and richteousnes:
Conforming to thy true precept,
And to thy gentilnes.
For na man then sall thow except
Into their neid and stres.
To thy mercy with the will I go,
Then Calfis and brint Sacrifice
Thy altar sall repleit,
Then greitar gloir and benefit,
Thow sall mak for us meit,
Quhair day and nicht we sall not ceis
Ay singand Sanctis sweet.
To thy mercy with the will I go,
FINIS.
Beati omnes qui timent. psal. cxxviij.
BLISSIT
ar they that sit in Goddis dreid,
And live in his commandment always
Of thy hand labor thow sall eight, be not feird
And fair well thow sall every day.
Thy wy
••
e sall be as ane fruitful wyne,
And sall well ay incres thy house.
Thy barnis all sall to virtue inclyne,
As fair Olive treis that be plenteous.
When ever thow sittis at thy Tabill,
Thy barnis sall
••
and round about the
Sa will the Lord mak the abill,
And fill thy house with honesty.
Sa sall God him ever blis,
That d
••
eidis him ay in his leuing
Alway sall he be sicker of this,
That is neidfull to want na thing.
Fra Zion sall the Lord blis the,
That thow may
••
e to thy greit well,
How prosperous Jerusalem sall be,
And thow ressa
••
t to greit heill.
An
••
profitabill life sall be given the.
And God always sall be thy friend:
Thy Childeris Children, thow sall se,
And peace in Israel sall thow find.
FINIS.
FOR
lufe of one I mak my mone,
Richt secreitlie:
To Christ Jesus, that Lord mayest true
For his mercy.
Beseiking that free, grant grace to
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,
Or I be gone:
And to redress, my heuines,
And all my mone:
Or I be deed, send me remeid,
For thy piety,
O Lord whilk wrocht, all thing of nocht,
Grant me thy mercy.
We the beseik with words meik,
O merciful Lord,
Thy humill word, with ane accord.
Let be restord,
To sinneris all, when they do call,
For thy mercy.
For whilk on Rude, thow sched thy blood,
Richt plenteously:
Sanct John did tell, thow heryit hell,
And schew mercy.
Ane thousand scoir, thow did restoir,
To thy glory.
O King of peace, in whom is grace,
Haboundantlie:
My miserabill life, and sinnis ryfe,
Thow forgive me.
Sen be na richt, I have na micht,
Me to defend:
Fra hellis pane, bot give thow plane,
Me sucour send.
Be thy sweet word, to me o Lord,
In my distress:
Ane thousand syse, than sall I pryse.
Thy halines:
Lat us now sing, and love the King,
For his greit mercy:
And his greit grace, schawin us the space,
Sa plenteously.
With ane accord, let us thank the Lord,
Richt hartfullie:
With heart and Spreit, sing Psalms swe
••
e
Richt plesandlie.
As brether deir, in this life heir,
We may endure:
Baith nicht and day, to Christ lat us pray,
To mak us sure.
FINIS.
QVHO
is at my windo, who, who,
Go from my windo, go, go,
Quho callis their, sa like a strangair
Go from my windo go.
Lord I am heir ane wretchit mortal,
That for thy mercy dost cry and call:
Unto the my Lord Celestial
Se who is at my windo, who.
How dar thow for mercy cry?
Sa lang in Sin as thow dost lie,
Mercy to have thow art not worthy
Go from my windo, go.
My gylt gude Lord I will refuse,
And the wickit life that I did use
Traistand thy mercy sall be mine excuse,
Se who is at thy windo, who.
To be excusit, thow wald richt fain,
In spending of thy life in vain
Having my Gospel in greit disdain,
Go from my wind, go.
O Lord I have offendit the,
Excuse thairof their can nane be,
I have followit them that sa teichit me,
Se who is at my windo, who.
Nay I call the nocht fra my dure I wis,
Lyke ane stranger that vnknawin is,
Thow art my brother, and my will it is
That in at my dure thow go.
With richt hombill heart Lord I the pray,
Thy comfort and grace obtain I may,
Schaw me the paith and reddy way
In at thy dure for to go.
I am chief gyde to riche and pure,
Schawand the paith way richt to my dure,
I am their comfort in every hour
That in at my dure will go.
Bot they that walk ane other way.
As money did teiche from day today,
Thay wer indurit my Gospel did say,
And far from my dure sall go.
O gracious Lord comfort of all wicht,
For thy greit power, and chief excellent micht,
Sen thow art gyde and verray licht,
In at thy dure let me go.
Man I gave the nocht see will,
That thow suld my Gospel spill,
Thow dost na gude bot ever ill
Therefore from my dure that thow go.
That will alas hes me begylit,
That will sa sair hes me defylit,
That will thy presence hes me exilit,
Ʒit at thy dure lat me go.
To blame that will thow dost not richt,
I gave the reūown whereby thow micht,
Have knawin the day by the dark nicht,
In at my dure for to go.
Lord, I pray the with all my heart,
Of thy greit mercy remufe my smart,
Lat ane drop of thy grace be my part
That in at thy dure I may go,
I have spokin in my Scripture
I will the deed of na Creature.
Quha will ask mercy sall be sure
And in at my dure for to go.
O Lord whais mercy is but end,
Quhairin ocht to the I did offend,
Grant me space my life to amend,
That in at thy dure I may go.
Remember thy sin, and als thy smart
And als for the what was my part
Remember the speir that thirlit my heart▪
And in at my dure thow sall go.
And it wer yet till do again,
Rather or thow suldly in pain
I wald suffer mair in certain,
That in at my dure thow micht go.
I ask na thing of the thairfoir,
Bot lufe for lufe, to lay in stoir:
Gif me thy heart I ask no moir
And in at my dure thow sall go.
O gracious Lord Celestial,
As thow art Lord and King Eternal,
Grant us grace that we may enter all,
And in at thy dure for to go.
Quho is at my windo, who,
Go from my windo go,
Cry na mair their, like ane strang
Bot in at my dure thow go.
FINIS.
Deus misereatur. Psal.
O GOD
be merciful to us,
And send to us thy blissing,
Thy face show us sa gloriou
•
And be ever to us luiffing.
That men on eird may knaw thy v
••
Thy saving heill and richteousnes
That they be nocht led nicht
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Fra thy preceptis and trewIusti
••
Ta seek Saluatioun where nane is
Therefore the pepill micht Magnifie:
O God all folk and honor thy Name,
Let all the pepill rejoice glaidlie
Becaus thow dost richt without blame,
The pepill dost thow judge trewlie,
And ordouris every Natioun:
Thow hes declarit the eird justly
Euer sen the first Creatioun,
Throw thy godly prouisioun.
The pepill moste spread thy Name sa hie,
All pepill (O God) mon give the honor
The eird alswa richt plenteously,
Mot incres ever moir and moir,
And God whilk is our God over all
Mot do us gude and plesour.
God mot blis us greit and small,
And all the world him honor
Alway for his micht and power.
FINIS.
IN
till ane mirthfull Maij morning
When Phebus did up spring▪
Walkand I lay, in ane garding gay,
Thinkand on Christ sa free
Quhilk meiklie for mankind,
Tholit to be pynde,
On Cross cruelly. La. La.
And how he hes me wrocht,
And formit me of nocht,
Iyke his picture, that Lord mayest sure,
In eird he hes me support,
Syne me to hald in richt,
Hes send ane Angel bricht,
To be my comfort. La. La.
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Satan falls untrue,
Quhilk cruelly dost persew,
With violence, and greit defense,
In eird to tempt mankind
With cruel sinnis seuin,
The Saull to gyde from heaven,
To hell for to be pyude. La. La.
Therefore (O gracious Lord)
Quhilk mercy hes restoird
That sinful wicht, destroy his micht,
Quhilk wirkis aganis thy gloir,
And send thy gracious word,
Thy pepill may be restoird
We pray the thairfoir. La. Lay.
FINIS.
All
my heart ay this is my sang,
With dowbill mirth and joy amang,
Sa blyith as byrd my God to sang,
Christ hes my heart ay.
Quha hes my heart bot heuinnis King:
Quhilk causis me for joy to sing.
Quhome that I lufe
••
touir all thing
Christ hes my heart ay.
He is fair, sober, and bening,
Sweit, meik, and gentill in all thing,
Mayest worthiest to have loving,
Christ hes my heart ay.
For us that blissit barn was borne,
For us he was baith rent and torn
For us he was Crownit with thorn,
Christ hes my heart ay.
For us he sched his precious blood,
For us he was natilit on the Rude
For us he in money battle stude,
Christ hes my heart ay,
Nixt him to lufe his Mother fair.
With steidfast heart forever mair,
Scho bure the birth fred us from cair.
Christ hes my heart ay.
We pray to God that sittis abufe,
Fra him let never our hartis remufe,
Nor for na suddand warldly lufe
Christ hes my heart ay.
He is the lufe of luifaris all,
He cummis▪ on him when we call
For us he drank the bitter gall
Christ hes my heart ay.
FINIS.
MY
Lufe murnis for me, for me,
My lufe that murnis for me,
I am unkind, hes nocht in mind
My Lufe that murnis for me.
Quha is my lufe, bot God abufe,
Quhilk all this world hes wrocht:
The King of blis, my lufe he is
Full deir he hes me bocht.
His precious blood he sched on Rude.
That was to mak us free:
This sall I preif be Goddis leif,
That sair my Lufe murnis for me.
This my lufe, come from abufe,
And borne was of ane Mayd:
For till fulfill his fatheris will,
Till fill forth that he said.
Man have in mind, and thow be kind.
Thy Lufe that murnis for the
How he on Rude, did sched his blood,
From Satan to mak the free.
FINIS.
TELL
me now and in what wise,
How that I suld my lufe forgo:
Baith day and nicht ane thousand syse
Thir tyrannis walkins me with woe.
At midnicht mirk they will us take,
And into prison will us sling:
Thair mon we lie whill we forsaik
The Name of God, whilk is our King.
Then faggottis mon we burn or heir,
Or to the deed they will us bring:
It dost them gude to do us deir
And to confusioun us down thring.
Alas your grace hes done greit wrang
To suffer tyrannis in sic sort
Daylie your leigis till over gang
That dost bot Christis word report.
Christ sen your grace wald cry ane cry,
Out throw the Realm of all Scotland
The man that wald live faithfully
Ʒe wald him suffer in the land.
Then suld we outher do or die,
Or ellis our life we suld lay for it
And ever to live in Cheritie,
Be Christ Jesus whilk is our Lord.
Pluk up your hartis, and mak yow bowne,
For Christis word se ye stand for it,
Thair cruelty it sall cum down
Be Christ Jesus whilk is our Lord.
Thow King of gloir grant us thy blis,
Send us support and comforting,
Aganis our fais that bissie is,
That schaipis till strop baith auld and ying.
In hour of deed grant us thy strenth,
Glaidly to thoill their cruelty,
And that we may with the at lenth
Ressa
••
e thy joy Eternallie.
FINIS.
Magnificat anima mea.
MY
Saul dost Magnifie the Lord,
My Spreit reioycis gretumlie:
In God my Savior, and in his wor
••
For he hes seen the law degree
Of me, his handmadin, trewli
••
,
Behald now after this day,
All generations sall speak of me,
And call me blissit always.
For he that is only of micht,
Hes done greit things unto me,
And holy is his Name be rich
••
As for his endless mercy,
It duris perpetuallie
In every generatioun
And they that dreidis him vnfenyeitlie
Without dissimulatioun.
He schawis strenth with his arm potent,
Declaris himself to be of power:
He scatteris all men of proud Intent
Euin for their wickit behavior,
Quhilk reigns in their hartis every hou
••
He puttis down the michtie,
From their hie estait and greit honor
Excelling them of law degree.
The houngrie feidis he with gud
••
And lettis the riche ga empty:
Quhe
••
his awin pepill wantis fude
It thinkis upon his greit mercy,
And helpis his seruandis ane and all:
Euin Israel he hes promysit,
And to our fatheris perpetual
Abraham and to his seid.
FINIS.
Christi qui lux.
CHRIST
thow art the licht, bot & the day,
The mirknes of nicht thow puttis away
We knaw thow art the verray licht
That schynis to us baith day and nicht,
O holy Lord, we the beseik,
This nicht us to defend and keep,
Thy rest, and peace be with us all,
Lat never na evil thing us be fall,
Na heuy sleip, nor deidly sin.
Lat not our Ennemeis us ouercum
Nor yet our flesh give na consent:
Grant us our faultis for to repent.
Lord lat our eine sum sleip do take,
Our hartis all time on the may waik,
Thy richt hand keep us from all evil,
Thy awin seruand that luiffis the well.
Our defender, to the we pray,
All Ire and malice, thow put us fra
Thy seruandis govern in the steid,
For whais ransoun thow did sair bleid.
Have mind on us thow Lord Jesus,
In this falls world that is untrue,
Thow art defendar of our Saul,
Lord heir us when we on the call.
Gloir be to God, Father of micht,
And to Christ Jesus, his Sone sa bricht,
The holy Gaist that is sa fair,
Keip us this nickt and ever mair.
FINIS.
CHRIST
is the only Sone of God,
The Father Eternal:
We have in Jesse found the rod,
God and man natural.
He is the morning Star.
His bemis send he hes out far,
Beyond other sternis all.
He was for us ane man borne,
In the last part of time.
Ʒit keipit scho hir madinheid vnforlorne,
His Mother that bure him syne,
He hes hellis yettis brokin,
And heaven he hes maid oppin,
Bringand us life again.
Thow only maker of all thing,
Thow euerlastand licht,
From end to end all rewling.
Be thy awin godly micht,
Turn thow our hartis unto the.
And lichtin thame with the verity,
That ar far from the richt.
Let us incres in lufe of the,
And in knowledge also,
That we believing steidfastlie,
May in Spreit serve the so,
That we in hartis may savor,
Thy mercy and thy favor
And traist after no mo.
Awalk us (Lord) we pray the,
The holy Spreit us give,
Quhilk may our auld man mortify,
That our new man may leave,
Sa will we always thank the,
That shawis us sa greit mercy,
And our sinnis dost forgive.
FINIS.
CHRIST
Jesus is ane A. per C.
And peirles Prince of all mercy,
For he fra me my Sin hes tane.
And is my Savior allane.
To save bot he none is nor sall,
I out take nane greit nor small,
To him is na comparisoun.
He is my Savior allone.
I sall him lufe with steidfast heart,
And for na cause fra him depart,
Bot him to serve I me dispone,
As to my Savior allone.
S
••
on his grace I will depend,
Quhill Lachesis draw my life till end,
Syne leave my Saul, when I am gone,
To Regne with thrinfald God in one.
FINIS.
ALLONE
I weip in greit distress,
We ar exilit remediles,
And wait nocht why:
Fra Goddis word alas, alas,
Uncourteslie.
Quhair that we suld, glaidlie behauld,
Our Savior, baith young and auld,
Sa plesandlie,
Now ar we baneist monyfauld,
Uncourteslie.
Thay may our body fra the bind,
Sa can they not our hartis, and mind
Fixit on the.
Howbeit we be with dolour pynde,
Mayest cruelly
O Antichrist we may the call,
From Goddis word wald gar us fall,
Thy cruelty:
Wald baneis us from plesouris all,
Uncourteslie.
Indurit Ignorance hes slain,
Thy heart and put us to greit pain,
What remedy.
Sen we ar baneist from Christ allaine,
Uncourteslie.
FINIS.
THE
Lord says I will show,
My will and eik my mind,
Mark well my Scripture and my Law
Quhairin that thow sall find.
That with my faith I mak ane vow
And knittis it with ane knot:
The truth is sa▪ I lufe the now
Be war I hait the not.
It was my Fatheris will
That I suld take the cure,
For to cum down in eirth the till,
And take thy vile nature.
To cleith my precious body pure,
Sa clean from sin and spot,
For lufe of the I mak the sure
Be war I hait the not.
I fand the loist from blis
Throw Adamis sin and pleid:
And wha sa ever wrocht the mis
Was nane culled find remeid
Quhill I myself did chose the deed
To save the from the pot,
I lufe the well serve me in dreid
Be war I hait the not.
For all the grievous sorrowis soir,
I sufferit and pain,
To my rewaird I ask no moir.
Bot thy true lufe again
I am ane husband man but weir
Quhilk labouris for my lot,
I lufe the well I mak the sure,
Be war I hait the not.
My Ʒock is wounder sweet,
And als my burding licht.
All that be with my grace repleit:
Sall go the way full richt.
I am the rute of all mercy,
Quhilk never sall said nor rot:
Sen nane the luiffit sa well as I,
Be war I hait the not.
All ye that fair dost thrist,
Throuch brukilnes of the flesche,
Cum unto me, when that ye li
••
▪
I sall your saulis refresche.
Call upon me and I sall heir,
And saif the from the schot,
I lufe the well I coft the deir,
Be war I hair the not.
Attend and take gude keep,
To thame that cumis to the,
In to the habit of ane s
••
heip.
with subtell Scrinonis sly.
For doutles than war inwartlie,
Fals wolfis under cot,
Renunce their Lawis and cum to u
••
,
Trewlie I hait the not.
Na man sall cum to me,
Except my Father him draw.
Nor se my Father in heaven sa hie,
Bot be me and my Law.
Quhairfoir o man prent in thy mind,
Thir words and this knot,
And wirk as my word dost the bind,
Be war I hait the not.
FINIS.
GREVOVS
is my sorrow.
Baith euin and morrow,
Unto myself allone:
Thus Christ makes his mone,
Saying unkindness hes keillit me,
And put me to this pain:
Alas what remedy,
For I wald nocht refrain.
My Father was sa mouit,
And with mankind sa greuit,
Man was sa wild and nyse,
And raging in all vice,
That destroy it he suld be:
Than for man I tuke pain,
Alas what remedy,
For I wald nocht refrain.
Than furthwith for his saik,
I did his nature take,
with in ane Virgin pure.
As schawis my Scripture,
Quhais unkindness dost kill me,
And puttis me to greit pain,
Alas what remedy,
For I wald nocht refrain.
When I was bot ane Chylde,
with my Mother, mayest mylde,
The Iewis did me dispyse,
And ever mair surmyse,
with vnkyndenes to kill me,
And put me to greit pain:
Alas what remedy,
For I wald nocht refrain.
Thay lykit nocht my leuing,
Praying, fasting, nor repreuing,
For when that they did sleip.
Than did I sich and weip,
That unkindness suld keill me,
And put me to greit pain:
Alas what remedy,
Ʒit wald I nocht refrain.
Than at the last they tuke me,
And all my freindis forsuke me,
Bot my deir mother allone,
And my cousing Sanct John,
Till unkindness had killit me,
And put me to this pain:
Alas what remedy,
Ʒit wald I nocht refrain,
First I was betin lang,
With scurgis scharp and strang,
And as ane fule mockit,
Evil totcheit and rockit
Till unkindness suld keill me,
And put me to that pain:
Alas what remedy,
I thocht nocht to refrain.
Than to ane Cross on hie,
Thay nalit my body,
And syne between twa theifis.
Thay did me money greuis,
Till unkindness did keill me,
And put me to greit pain,
Alas what remedy,
I thocht nocht to refrain.
And when I waxit dry,
And for drink lang did cry,
My comfort was bot small,
To sup the bitter gall,
With unkindness they seruit me.
And put me to greit pain:
Alas what remedy,
Ʒit wald I nocht refrain.
Thus had I never rest,
Bot with panis oppressed,
And with ane speir full scharp
Thay peirsit my tender heart,
Sa that unkindness, killit me,
And put me to greit pain:
Alas what remedy,
For I wald nocht refrain.
For this my greit kindness,
Me think, of richt doutles,
Mannis Saul suld lufe me best,
Sen it my deed hes dressed,
Quhais unkindness hes killit me,
And put me to this pain:
Alas qu hat remedy▪
Ʒit wald I nocht refrain.
Gif ony ane be heir,
That will by lufe sa deir,
Nocht with silver, nor gold,
Bot with my blood behold,
Thy unkindness man hes slain me
And put me to this pain:
Behald this pieteous body
Thus moste vnkyndlie slain.
O man whom I creat,
Quhy art thow sa ingrait,
Seeing how I am spilled,
All only for thy gilt,
And with unkindness dost kill me,
And put me to this pain,
Ʒit all thy vylanie,
Can nocht mak me refrain.
What sorrow culled me moir,
Thau to su
••
er so soir,
Of them that knew my Lawis
And wist I gave na caus
Unkyndely thus to kill me,
And put me to sic pain
Alas what remedy
Ʒit wald I nocht refrain.
Father forgive Caiaphas,
Pylate, Anna, and Judas,
Pardone all Jury
That cryit
Crucifige.
Thocht vnkyndelie they slew me,
And put me to this pain:
Ʒit their was na remedy
For I will nocht refrain.
My Saull in thy handis free.
My last will sall be,
O father I commit
Into thy handis my Spreit,
Thocht vnkyndely I die,
And am put to greit pain:
Ʒit for man's remedy
I fall rise up again.
I leave in Testament,
My body in Sacrament,
For man's Saull to support.
And be his chief comfort.
Thocht man vnkyndely have left me,
And slew me with greit pain:
Thair is na remedy
My heart will nocht refrain.
Go heart I the be quyeth
To hir that was my death,
Mannis Saull is scho trewlie
My heart hir heart sall be,
Thocht scho mayest vnkyndely slew me,
And put me to greit pain:
Ʒit th
••
ir is na remedy
My heart will nocht refrain.
The laudes of the Lord trewlie
Ʒe may sing mirrylie:
For all our Saulis health
In Euerlasting wealth
Thocht vnkyndelie ye slew my body
And did put me to pain:
Ʒe may persaue daily
My lufe dost nocht refrain.
My Tumbe is fresh and new,
In saving I was true:
To put mankind fra dout,
Thair sall be written about,
The Iewis King heir dost lie,
Quhome vnkyndenes hes slain
And socht na remedy,
For he wald nocht refrain.
O Father Imperial,
I pray the in special
My death man's Saull forgive,
In heaven with me to live,
Thocht vnkyndely scho killit me
I wald scho had na pain
For I had rather die▪
For hir saik anis again.
Ane gentill admonitioun of Christ.
All pepill leirne of me,
Gentilnes and piety
Remember my sober body,
Sa woundit and bludie
Kill na man vnkyndelie
With sclander nor with pain:
Amend your fa
••
it is daylis
And from all vice refrain.
FINIS.
IOHNE
cum kis me now,
John cum kis me now,
John cum kis me by and by
And mak no moir adow.
The Lord thy God I am
That John dost the call,
John representit man
Be grace Celestial:
For John (Goddis grace it is)
(Quha list till erpone the same)
Och John thow did amis
When that thow ioist this name,
Heuin and eirth of nocht
I maid them for thy sailt
For ever moir I thocht
To my lykenes the mak.
In Paradise I plant it the
And maid the Lord of all,
My creatures not forbidding the,
Nathing bot ane of all.
Thus wald thow not obey
Nor yet follow to my will
Bot did cast thy selt away
And thy posterity spill.
My justice condempnit thee
To everlasting pain
Man culled find na remedy
To by man free again.
O pure life, and meir mercy,
Myne awin Sone down I send,
God become man for the.
For thy sin his life did spend.
Thy attenement, and peace to mak,
He sched his blood, mayest holy,
Suffering death for thy saik.
What culled he do moir for the?
It plesit Christ without desert,
For his Enemy to die,
Suffering a speir to peirs his heart,
The caus was thy folie.
Beleue this, repent thy sin,
His death have ever in mind,
Remissioun of sin lyis only thairin,
To thy Lord be never unkind.
When he ascend it left him behind,
His word to reid and heir,
When Antichrist wald the blind,
That thow suld give him na eir.
Bot when Satan was lowsit out of hell
And had set man in my place,
All that he did thow thocht it well
At him thow socht for grace.
Nathing regarding how of me,
All thing had their Creatioun:
Nor yet what Christ suffer it for the
To redeem the from dampnatioun.
Bot the abhominatioun of desolatioun,
Thow settis in the holy place▪
Be Antichristis falls perswasioun
My Sonnis passioun to deface.
Quhairfoir my Justice mouit me
My word fra the restrain,
And to thy lust to give up the,
To traist in things vain.
In man's warkis then did thow traist,
Seiking health thow wist not where,
••
t thy death thow did mistraist
And sa fell in dispair.
When I did draw ony to me,
My Gospel to profess:
Thow did them slay richt cruelly
Think and to do me service.
Thy service sall rewardit be,
With Euerlasting pain,
And all that hait my word and me
Except they do abstene.
Thus when thow was in dangerous case
Reddy to sink in hell,
Of my mercy and special grace,
I send the my Gospel.
My Prophetis call, my Preicheouris cry
John cum kis me now,
John cum kis me by and by,
And mak no moir adow.
Ane Spreit I am incorporate,
Na mortal Ey can me se,
Ʒit my word dost intimate
John how thow must kis me.
Repent thy Sin vnfenyeitlie,
Beleue my promeis in Christis death,
This kis of faith will justify the
(As my Scripture plainly saith.)
Mak na delay cum by and by
When that I do the call,
Lest death do stryke the suddanelie,
And sa cum nocht at all.
Gif thow cum nocht, whill thow hes space
Bot my Gospel do is contempne,
I will take from the my grace,
And my word will the condemn.
Of all that cum I will none reject,
Na creature greit nor small:
For Christis sailt I will them accept,
And give them life Eternal,
FINIS.
In te Domine speraui. Psal. xxxj.
LORD
let me never be confoundit,
That firmly do confyde in the:
Bot let thy Justice ay be groundi
••
with mercy to deliver me.
Inclyne thine reuthfull eiris in time,
To me that am in misery:
And from all sort of sin and crime,
Thow blissit Lord deliver me.
Be my defendar God of grace,
My gyde, my governor all three,
And in thy heuinlie dwelling place,
Of all refuge thow succor me.
Forsen thow art my strenth and force,
My hope, support, and haill supply:
Be thy sweet Name, and deed on Croc
••
Thow sall vpbring and nourish me.
Thow sall me gyde from gyrue and snair,
And bide in secreit where nane may se
For thow art keipar lait and air
Protectour and defense of me.
My Spreit I rander in thy handis
Eternal God of verity:
Quhils hes from bailfull Baliallis bandist
Redemi
••
and delyuerit me.
FINIS.
GO
heart unto the Lamp of licht,
Go heart, do service and honor
Go heart and serve him day and nicht
Go heart unto thy Savior.
Go heart to thy only remeid,
Descending from the heuinlie Tour:
The to deliver from pyne and deed,
Go heart unto thy Savior.
Go heart but dissimulatioun,
To Christ that tuke our vile nature:
For the to suffer passioun
Go heart unto my Savior.
Go heart richt humbill and meik,
Go heart as leill and true Seruitour,
To him that heill is for all seek
Go heart unto my Savior.
Go heart with true and haill intent
To Christ thy help and haill succor,
The to redeem he was all rent
Go heart unto thy Savior.
To Christ that rais from death to lie
••
e
Go heart unto my laiter hour:
Quhais greit mercy can nane discryue
Go heart unto thy Savior.
FINIS.
OUR
brother let us put in grave,
And na dout thairof let us have
Bot he sall rise on Don
••
sday
And have immortal life for ay.
He is of eird, and of eird maid,
And mon return to eird throw deed
Syne rise sall fra the eird and ground,
When that the last Trumpet sall sound.
The Saull regnis with God in gloir,
And he sall suffer pain no moir
For caus his faith was constantly
In Christis blood allanerlie.
His painful pilgramage is past
And till ane end cummin at the last,
Deand in Christis yock full sweet
Bot yet is leuand in his Spreit.
The Saull leuis with God I say,
The body sleipis whill Domisday,
Then Christ sall bring them baith to gloir
To King with him forever moir.
In eird he hes vexatioun
Bot now he hes Saluatioun:
King and in gloir and blis but weir,
And schynis as the Sone sa cleir.
Ʒe faithful thairfoir let him sleip,
And nocht like Hethin for him weip:
Bot deiply prent into your breist,
That deed to us approchis neist.
When cummin is our hour and time,
Then we mon turn it be in slyme:
And their is nane other defense
Bot die in hope with patience.
Thocht Pest or sword, wald us prevent.
Befoir our hour to slay us clean,
Thay can nocht pluke ane lytill hair
Furth of our heid, nor do us deir.
When fra this world to Christ we wend,
Our wretch it schore life
••
on have end
Change it fra pain and misery,
To lest and gloir Eternallie.
And sall our day is schort and vain▪
And sin whilk we culled not refrain,
End it shall be our pilgramage,
And brocht hame to our heritage.
Christ for thy micht and celsitude,
That for our sinnis sched thy blood,
Grant us in Faith, to leave and die,
And syne ressaue our Saulis to the.
FINIS.
MVSING
greitlie in my mind,
The folie that is in mankind,
Quhilk is sa brukill and sa blind,
And downesall cum down ay down ay.
Leuand mayest part in all vice,
Nouther sa gracious, nor sa wise,
As out of wretchitnes to rise,
Bot down to cum down ay down ay.
And all this world to wield thow had▪
Thy body perfect and properly maid,
Ʒit man, as flour, thow sall said,
And down thow sall cum down ay▪
Thocht thow war ever Eternal,
As man that never suld have ane fall,
Ʒit doutles die thow sall,
And down sall cum down ay down ay▪
Thocht thow war man never sa thrall
Remember yet that die thow sall,
Quha highest clymmis gettis greitest fall,
And down sall cum down ay down ay.
Thocht thow war never of sa greit degr
••
,
In riches nor in dignity,
Remember man that thow man die,
And down sall cum down ay down ay.
Thair is na King▪ nor Empreour,
Onlie, nor Lord, of greit valure,
Bot he sall said as lely flour,
And down sall cum down ay down ay.
Quhair is Adam, and Eve his wife,
And Hercules, with his lang strife,
And Marussalem with his lang life,
Thay all ar cum down ay down ay.
FINIS.
PRAY
God for grace, my lufe mayest deir
Quhilk bocht us with his precious blood
••
That we him lufe with heart inteir
In welch and want, be land and flude.
Ask and have (says the Lord)
Als give and geuin sall be to yow,
What sweitar thing may we record,
Nor thy word Christ firmelie to trow.
Traist we alswa, baith air and lait,
With faithful hope and esperance,
We sall ressaue after our estait,
All Just desire, but discripance.
Therefore I think we suld reioyis,
And now greit myrthis mak from the spleen,
Sen we ar chosin to repois,
In faith of Christ, and life serene.
Christ our only succor in distress,
In till his grace, wha dost confyde,
His grace till him will ay incres,
When warldlie traist will faill at nei
••
.
FINIS.
DOWNE
be yone River I ran,
Down be yone River I ran,
Thinkand on Christ sa free
That brocht me to liberty
And I ane sinful man.
Quha suld be my lufe bot he,
That hes only sauit me,
And be his death me wan:
On the Cross sa cruelly,
He sched his blood aboundantlie,
And all for the lufe of man.
How suld we thank that Lord,
That was sa misericord,
Be whom all grace began:
With cruel pain and smart,
He was peirsit throw the heart,
And all for the lufe of man.
That gave him in the Iewis handis,
To brek bailfull Baliallis bands,
First when he began:
Thair gave himself to die,
To mak us Catiues free,
Remember sinful man.
Thay spittit in his face,
All for our lufe, alas,
That Lord he sufferit than:
The cruel
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ams of deed,
Quhilk was our haill remeid,
Remember Sinful man.
Love we that Lord allone,
Quhilk deit on the throne,
Our Sinnis to refrain:
Praise him with all our micht,
Singtill him day and nicht,
The gloir of God and man.
Do all that thow art abill,
Ʒit thow art vnprofitabill,
Do all that thow can:
Except thow weschin be,
With Christis b
••
ude allanerlie,
Thow art condampmt man.
And sa I mak ane end,
Christ grant us all to kend,
And steidfast to remain:
In to Christis passioun,
Our only Saluatioun,
And in na
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s other man.
FINIS.
WITH
heuie heart full of distress,
Lamenting my greit sinfulness,
To the O Lord wha may me cure,
Have reuth on me thy Creature.
The seiknes that is in my flesche,
Thow may it Lord allone depesche,
And purge it clean and mak it pure:
And save me thy Creature,
For in this seiknes I was borne.
And my foirbear is me beforne.
Our seiknes on thy back thow bure.
To save me Lord, thy Creature.
This seiknes Lord it is the Sin,
That I was borne and gottin in,
Proceiding of my vile nature,
Ʒit save me sinful Creature.
Thow may me save, thow may me spill,
Baith life, and deed, lyis in thy will,
Thow art the Chirurgiane sure,
That haillis all eirdlie Creature.
Lord their is na Saluatioun,
Bot in thy blissit Passioun,
As witness beiris the true Scripture,
Thow saifis all eirdlie Creature.
And for the same to mak remeid,
Thow susseit nocht to suffer deed,
And mekill mair thow did endure,
To save thy sinful Creature.
To the O Lord, thairfoir I call,
For thy remeid, and ever sall,
Quhill I be laid in Sepulture.
To save thy sinful Creature,
For all the trubill and the pain,
I never wrocht sa gude again,
Bot was unthankful seruiture,
Have reuth on me thy Creature.
Swa only thow, gude Lord of peace,
I me submit into thy grace,
For of my seiknes, thow may me cure.
And save thy sinful Creature.
FINIS.
WELCVM
Lord Christ, welcum again,
My Joy, my confort, and my blis,
That culled me save from hellis pain?
Bot only thow nane was nor is.
Therefore I may richt baldly say.
Geue Christ the whilk hes me redressed,
Be on my side whilk hes done pay,
My ransoun wha can me molest.
Sen Christ now hes, maid me at one,
With God the Father, and did die,
To mak me Just, to gloir is gone,
Than what ar they can condampne me.
Was never nane to me mair kind,
Nor Christ, thairfoir I will him pryse,
Onlie with Saul, body, and mind
My hope and traist, haill in him lyis.
Bot that whilk Scripture hes expressed,
Ane Sacrifice, Christ anis thairfoir,
Offer it to God, whilk smell it best,
For my trespass I seek no moir.
My part is than, from Sin to ceis,
And cleif to Christ, whilk hes suppressed,
Sin, death, and hell, and maid my peace,
Throw Faith, in him that I micht rest.
FINIS.
O CHRIST
whilk art the licht of day,
The clude of nicht thow dryuis away,
The beam of gloir beleuit richt,
Schawand till us thy perfect licht.
This is na nycht as natural.
Nor yet na cloud Material:
That thow expellis (as I heir say)
O Christ whilk art the licht of day.
This nicht I call Idolatry,
The cloud ouirspred Hypocrisy,
Send from the Prince of all vnricht
O Christ for till obscure thy licht.
Quhilk twa hes had dominioun
Lang leid and to distructioun
The mayest part of this world astray
Fra Christ whilk is the licht of day.
Turnand till Goddis Infinite,
Putand their hope, and their delight,
In warkis, inuentit with the slicht,
Of Satan, contrair to thy licht.
Sum makes Goddis of stok and stain,
Sum makes God of Sanctis baine,
Quhilk war they leuand, heir, wald say,
Idolateris, do way do way.
To us gif nouther laud, nor gloir▪
O fulis gifye speir whairfoir,
We had na thing throw our a win micht,
Bot all we had, throw Christ our licht.
To that exempill sall be Paul,
At Listra▪ wha refusit all,
Manner of gloir, and this did say.
Geue gloir to Christ, the licht of day.
Geue nane till us, we ar bot men,
Mortall as ye, your selfs may ken,
O fulis whairfoir take ye flycht,
Rinnand fra Christ, the perfect licht.
Sum makes Goddis of Freiris Caip,
Thay monstouris mot in gallous gaip,
For they have led us lang astray,
Fra Christ, whilk is the licht of day.
Sum mumlit aueis, sum crakit Creidis,
Sum makes Goddis of their beidis▪
Quhilk wait nocht what they sing nor say,
Alas this is ane wrangous way.
FINIS.
WITH
huntis up, with huntis up,
It is now perfect day,
Jesus our King, is gain in hunting
Quha lykis to speid they may.
Ane cursit Fox, lay hid in Rox,
This lang and money ane day,
Deuouring scheip, whill he micht creip.
Nane micht him schaip away.
It did him gude to laip the blood,
Of young and tender lammis,
Nane culled he mis, for all was his,
The young anis with their dammis.
The hunter is Christ, that huntis in haist,
The hundis at Peter, and Paul,
The Paip is the Fox, Rome is the Rox,
That rubbis us on the gall,
That cruel beist he never ceist,
Be his vsurpit power,
Under dispens, to get our penneis.
Our Saulis to deuoir.
Quha culled deuyse, sic merchandis,
As he had their to sell,
Oules it war proud Lucifer,
The greit master of hell.
He had to sell the Tantonie bell,
And pardonis their in was.
Remissioun of sinnis, in auld scheip skinnis.
Our Saulis to bring from grace.
With bullis of leid, white wax, and reid,
And other whylis with grene▪
Closit in ane box, this vsit the Fox.
Sic peltrie was never seen.
With dispensatiounis, and obligatiounis,
According to his Law,
He wald dispens, for money from hence,
With thaine he never saw.
To
••
urs and ban, the sempill pure man,
That had nocht to flee the pain,
Bot when he had payit all to ane myte,
He mon be obsoluit than.
To sum God wot he gave tot quot,
And other sum plurality,
Bot first with penneis, he mon dispens,
Or ellis it will nocht be.
Kingis to marie, and sum to tarie,
Sic is his power and micht,
Quha that hes gold, with him will he hold,
Thocht it be contrair all richt.
O blissit Peter, the Fore is ane liar,
Thow knawis well it is nocht sa,
Quhill at the last, he shall be down cast
His peltrie Pardonis and all.
FINIS.
BANEIST
is faith now every where▪
And sair forthinkis me:
Baneist is faith now every where
Be the schauin sort I yow declare,
Alas thairfoir my heart is sair
And blyith I can nocht be.
Quhair we war wount to go richt glaid,
Furth of captivity,
Quhair we war wount to go richt glaid▪
Now have they us with chargis over laid,
Quhilk been sa dampnabill, and sa sad.
That blyith we can nocht be.
Thay keep the key from us alas,
Quhairby enter suld we.
Thay keep the key from us alas,
And puttis us down all mercyles
We ar ouerthrawin in every place.
That blyith we can nocht be.
Ryse up I pray the now sweet Lord,
And from their cruelty.
Ryse up I pray the now sweet Lord,
Defend us according to thy word
Or we sall perische be fire, and sword,
That shawis the verity.
FINIS.
MVSING
greitlie in my mind,
The cruel Kirkmen in their kind,
Quhilk been indurit and sa blind,
And trowis never to cum down.
Thocht thow be Paip or Cardinal,
Sa heich in thy Pontifical
Resist thow God that creat all,
Than down thow sall cum down,
Thocht thow be Archebischop, or Dean,
Chancour, Chanslar, or Chaplain,
Resist thow God, thy gloir is gain,
And down thow sall cum down.
Thocht thow flow in Philosophy,
Or graduate in Theology
Ʒit and thow syle▪ the verity,
Than down thow sall cum down.
Thocht thow be of Religioun.
The straitest in all Region,
Ʒit and thow glask or gagioun
The truth, thow sall cum down.
Quhair is Chore, and Abirone?
Iamnes, Jambres, and Dathane, becum?
To resist God▪ whilk maid thame bowne
Ar they nocht all cumit down.
And where is Balaamis fa
••
s counsel,
Quhair is the Prophetis of Jezebel,
And Bellis Priests▪ be Daniel,
Down they war all brocht down,
And money ma I culled yow show,
Quhilk of their God wald stand na awe,
Bot him resistit and his Law,
And down they ar cum down.
Thair is na King, nor Empriour,
Earl, nor Duke, of greit valure,
From time ye knaw, their falls Error,
Bot he sall pluck thame down.
Ophni and Phenis, gat na grace,
Hely brak his nek alas,
And his of spring put fra their place,
King Salomone put thame down.
And King Ahab and Helyas.
The sals Prophetis distroyi
••
hes,
And als the nobill Josiah,
Put all falls Prophetis down.
Is their na ma? why said I all?
Ʒit money thousand sall have ane fall.
Quhilk haldis Christian men in thrall.
Princes sall put thame down.
Wald they na mair Impunge the truth,
Syne in their office be nocht sleuth,
Than Christ on thame suld have sic reuth.
That they sall nocht cum
••
own.
I pray to God that they and we,
Obey his word in unity.
Throw Faith, wark, and be Cheritie.
And lat us never cum down.
FINIS.
THE
Bischop of Hely brak his neck,
Disherist of his benefice,
Cause he the Priests wald not correct
Corruptand Goddis Sacrifice,
Sen our Hely in his office,
Is like in Preuaricatioun,
He sall ressane sic like Justice,
Mak he nocht reformatioun.
The Leuittis at their awin hand,
Thay reft their teind, and mekill mair,
Expres aganis Goddis command,
Thair huredome haitit he richt sair,
Therefore God send thame sic cruel weir,
Thay tint the field the Ark was tane.
Hely fell down throw suddand feir,
And brak his neck, and collar bane.
Ophni and Phenis, your conscience remord,
Amend your life, or in the field,
Ʒe shall be slain, and ye my Lord,
Quhilk hes the wyte that they ar keild,
Helis Judgment shall be your beild,
And als your mortal Ennemeis.
Sall bruke withoutt in speir or scheild,
Ʒour office euin before your eyis.
For your abuse may be ane brother,
To Tharis als like in similitude,
As ever ane
••
g was like ane other
Of Goddis word baith destitude.
And greit God of Sanctitude,
Quhais power hes nocht tane ane end.
Sall send with that same fortitude,
Siclyke to yow except ye mend.
All the exempillis of the Law,
Ar written with greit diligence,
For our saikis, that me stand awe,
Of Goddis hie Magnificence,
Of this we have experience,
Of diverse Natiounis, round about,
For Inglis Prelatis Duche, and Dence,
For their abuse ar rutit out.
Reforme in time, leave your tyranny,
First mend your life, syne leirne to preiche,
Thocht wage our Freiris fain wald lie,
The truth will forth, and will nocht leiche,
For every man dost other teiche,
And countis nocht your cruelty,
Except ye mend, I will nocht fleiche,
Ʒe fall end all mischeuouslie.
FINIS.
I AM
woe for thir wolfis
••
a wild,
Quhilk never will convert,
Thair falls indurit heart,
Sa lang the world they have begylde,
And baneik us from Jesus Christ.
Greit cause they have for till repent,
Ʒit will they nocht do so,
Nowther for well nor woe,
Thair blindit mind can nocht consent,
That we ar only sauit be Christ.
Thair subtle slychtis, now arspyit,
Be Christ the verity:
Thair falls Hypocresie,
Throw all the world, is now outtryi
••
.
Quhair with they baneist us fra Christ.
Thay brint, and heryit Christian men,
And flemit thame full far.
And said they did bot err▪
That spak of the Commandementis ten,
Or red the word of Jesus Christ.
He retykis they did us call,
Cursand us nicht and day,
The trench durst na man say.
Trew Preichouris war forbiddin all,
To show the word of Jesus Christ.
Thay baneist thame in uncouth land,
Full money
••
under mile,
Quhair they in their exile.
Leirnit better till understand,
The true word of Jesus Christ,
Nobill Lordis of greit renown,
That fauouris the truth,
On your Saulis have reuth,
And put thir Antichristis down,
Quhilk wald suppres the word of Christ,
Under cullour of commounweill,
Thair cloikit subteltie,
End with greit cruelty,
Efter they think to slay and keill,
All that confess the word of Christ.
For sa they think to bleir your
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,
And syne at yow to hount,
And do as they war wount,
And will exerce their Tyrannie
On yow, and all that luiffis Christ.
Scotland was never, in harder case,
Sen Fergus first it wan,
The Priests we may sair ban:
Quhilk hes the wyte, that brak the peace,
For to put down the word of Christ.
Ane hundredth thousand they wald se,
Ʒockit in till ane field,
Under their speir and scheild,
Bot with the wy fis they wald be,
At hame to smoir the word of Christ.
Defend na may thir wolfis sa wild,
Sa full of cruelnes,
Thair cloikit halynes,
Baith men and wyfis, sa lang hes sylde,
And ar the verray Antichristis.
FINIS.
ALLACE
vnkyndlie Christ, we have exillt
And of their fude his flock we have begili
••
With vanities, we have thame lang del
••
di
••
▪
And in falls belief, hes thame includit,
And ever this wa
••
the blating of our queir,
Fatheris of holy Kirk this xv. hunder year.
The water of life we gave them never to drink
Bot stinkand pulis of every rottin synk.
For holy Scripture all niterlie we have mockit
And with traditionis of mē we have them yockit
And ever this was the blating of our queir,
Fatheris of holy Kirk this .xv. hunder year.
Man before God▪ sa lang we have preferrit,
Quhill we se now almaist that all is marrit,
And God himself is grevit and displesit,
And we thairby ar bot lytill casit,
Althocht it be the blating of our queir,
Fatheris of holy Kirk this .xv. hunder year.
Our blind desyris sen we may nocht fulfill,
Welcum gude Lord, full sair aganis our will,
Ʒit nocht the les we sall do as we may,
And after this▪ luke for ane better day,
And yet shall be the bating of our queir,
Fatheris of holy Kirk this .xv. hunder year.
We knaw as did King Saull our fatell fall,
Ʒit, whill we die▪ David persew we sall,
Suppose we suld wrack our self, and tyne,
The field, and all our kin▪ be haugit syne,
Ʒit sall it be, the blating of our queir,
Fatheris of holy Kirk this. xv, hunder year.
Lat Moses preiche, to Pharaoh as he lykis,
Ʒit sall the pepill be tormenti
••
like tykis,
And never depart from Egypt (give we may)
We shall be cruellest on the hinmest day.
When we ar drownit we sall blait on our beir
Fatheris of holy Kirk this .xv. hunder year.
O cankerit cariounis, and o ye rottin stakis,
O kangand Edderis, and o ye poysound snakis
Sen ye will not change, your indurit will,
Knawand your fault▪ yet will continue still,
Sing on guk guk, the blating of your queir,
Fals fatheris of holy Kirk this .xv. hunder year▪
FINIS.
OF
the falls fire of Purgatory,
Is nocht left in ane sponk:
Therefore says, Gedde, wayis me,
Gone is Priest, Freir, and Monk.
The reik sa wounder deir they sold.
For money gold, and landis,
Quhill have the riches on the molde,
Is seasit in their handis.
Thay knew na thing bot covetise,
And lufe of Paramonris:
And lat the Saulis burn and his
Of all their Foundatouris.
At Corpspresence they wald sing,
For riches, to slokkin the fire:
Bot all pure folk that had na thing
Was skaldit baine and lyre.
Ʒit sat they heich in Parliament,
Lyke Lordis of greit renown:
Quhill now that the New Testament
Hes it and thame brocht down.
And thocht they fuffe at it, and blaw,
Ay whill their bellyis ryue:
The mair they blaw, full well they knaw,
The mair it do is misthryue.
FINIS.
WO
is the Hirdis of Israel,
That feidis nocht Christis flock▪
Bot daintelie they feid thaine self,
Syne dost the pepill mock.
The syllie sche
••
p was all forlorn,
And was the woifis pray:
The hirdis reindit all the corn,
The scheip culled get na stray.
Thay gadderit up baith wool and milk▪
And tuke na mair cure,
Bot cled thame with the coistlie sylk,
And siclyke cled their hure.
Therefore says God, I will requyr
••
My scheip forth of their handis:
And give thame hirdis at my desire,
To teiche thame my commandis.
And they sall nouther feid them self,
Nor yet hounger my scheip:
I sall them from my Kirk expel,
And give thame swine to keep.
FINIS.
GOD
send every Priest ane wife,
And every Nun ane man,
That they micht leave that holy life,
As first the Kirk began.
Sanct Peter, whom nane can reprufe,
His life in Marriage led,
All gude Priests whom God did lufe,
Thair maryit wyfis had.
Greit cause than, I grant had they,
Fra wyfis to refrain:
Bot greiter causis have they may,
Now wyfis to wed again.
For than suld nocht sa money
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Be up and dow
••
this land:
Nor yet sa money
•
eggeris pure,
In Kirk and mercat-stand.
And nocht sa me kill bastard seid,
Throw out this cuntrie sawin,
Nor gude men, uncouth fry suld feid,
And all the suith war knawin.
Sen Christis law and common law▪
And Douctouris will admit,
That Priests in that yock suld draw,
Quha dar say contrair it.
FINIS.
THE
wind blaw is cauld, furious and bauld,
This lang and money day:
But Christis mercy, we man all die,
Or keep the cauld wind away.
This wind sa keine, that I of meine,
It is the ryte of auld,
Our faith is inclusit, and plainly abusit,
This wind hes blawin to cauld.
This wind hes blawin lang, the pepill amang
And blindit hes their wit,
The Ignorant pepill, sa lawit been and febill,
That they wat nocht whom to wyte.
Goddis word and lawis, ye pepill mis knawis
Na credence hes the Scripture:
Quha the suith dost infer Priests say they err
Sic been their busy cure.
Quha dost present, the New Testament,
Quhilk is our Faith surly▪
Priests callis him like▪ ane Heretyke,
And says brunt
••
all he be.
This cryis on hie, the Spiritualitie,
As nane t
••
ame suld defy:
Bot their Illusioun, and falls abusioun.
The pepill dost now espy,
Quhome suld we wyte, of this dispyte,
That hid fra us god dis Law,
Bot Priests and clerkis, and their evil warkis
Quhilk dost their God mis knaw.
Thair greit ertortioun, and plain oppressioū,
Ascendis in the air:
Without God pun
••
is, their cruel vice,
This world sall all forfair.
The thief Judas, did greit trespass,
That Christ for silver, sauld:
Bot Priests will take, and his price mak.
For les be money fauld.
With wrang absolutioūs, & desaitfull pardonis
For lucre to thame geuin,
Thay blind us now, and garris us trow,
Sic will bring us till heaven.
Give eirdlie pardonis, micht be our Saluatiounis,
Than Christ deit in vain,
Give geir micht by, Goddis greit mercy,
Than falls is the Scripture plain.
Syne for our schoir, he deit thairfoir,
And tholit pane for our mis:
Is nane bot he, that may surly,
Bring us to heuinnis blis,
Than be na way, se that ye pray,
To Peter, James, nor John,
Nor yet to Paul, to save your Saul
For power have they none.
Save Christ only, that deit on tree,
He may baith louse and bind?
In vtheris mo, give ye traist so,
On yow blawis cauld the wind.
Now se ye pray, baith nicht and day.
To Christ that bocht us deir:
For on the Rude, he sched his blood,
To save our Saulis but weir.
FINIS.
HAY
now the day dallis,
Now Christ on us callis,
Now wealth on our wallis,
Apperis anon:
Now the word of God Regnis,
Quhilk is King of all Kingis,
Now Christis flock singis,
The nicht is neir gone.
Woe be unto yow Hypocritis,
That on the Lord sa loudlie leis,
And all for to fill your foul belleis.
Ʒe ar nocht of Christis blood nor bone,
For ye preiche your awin dremis,
And sa the word of God Blasphemis,
God wat sa well it semis,
The nicht is neir gone.
Woe be to yow Pharesians,
That Regnis yet like his Capitanis
And haldis Christis men in money pani
••
,
Richt cairfull is their mone:
I traist till God ye sall deir by it,
Becaus your falset is now spyit,
And all Christin men sall cryit,
The nicht is neir gone.
Woe be to yow Paip and Cardinal,
I traist to God ye sall get ane fall▪
With Monkis, Priests, and Freiris all
That traistis nocht in God alloue:
For all your greit Pomp and pride.
The word of God ye sall nocht hyde,
Nor yet till us na mair be gyde,
The nicht is neir gone.
Ʒe gart us trow in stock and stone,
That they wald help money one▪
And nocht till traist in God allone,
I say ye leit everyone:
I war Sanct Peter, nor Sanct Paul,
Nor yet na Sanct can saif your Saul,
Thocht money lesingis mak money braull,
The nicht is neir gone.
Ʒe serve to strickin be wich roddis,
Because of Idolis ye mak Goddis,
For all your Ioukis and your noddis,
Ʒour hartis is hard as ony stone.
Ʒe will nocht leif your Hypocrisy
Bot your desyris is ay for to lie,
And the Feind away with yow wald fly,
The nicht is neir gone.
Ʒe begylit us with your hudis,
Schawand your relykis and your ruddis▪
To pluk fra us pure men our gudis,
Ʒe show us the heid of Sanct John,
With the arm of Sanct Geill,
To rottin banis ye gart us kneill,
And sauit us from neck to heill,
The nicht is neir gone.
Requiem eternam
fast they patter,
Befoir the deed with holy watter,
The lawit folkis trowis the heaven will clatter
Thay sing with sic deuotioun.
Ʒe say that Saul ye sall gar fanc
••
,
Bot and the money war never sa scant,
Ane penny of yont wage ye will nocht want,
The nicht is neir gone.
Syne to yow we mon offer,
Pundis and penneis forth of our Coffer
And lay it down upon the Alter
For the deed of that one.
Anime omnium
ye will say,
Syne cast the Corps into the clay
Than have ye done all that ye may
Now the nicht is neir gone.
FINIS.
PREISTIS
Christ believe,
And only traist into his blood,
And not into your warkis gude,
As plainly Paul can preue▪
Priests leirne to preiche
And put away your Ignorance,
Prais only God his word auance,
And Christis pepill teiche.
Priests cut your gown,
Ʒour nukit bonet put away
And cut your tippet into tway.
Go preiche from town to town.
Priests take your staff.
And preiche the Evangel on your feit,
And set on Sandellis full meit,
Bot cast your Pantounis of.
Priests heip na gold
Silver nor cunye in your purs,
Nor yet twa coitis with yow turs
Bot schone to keep yow from cold.
Priests thoill to preiche,
Sen ye your selfs can preiche nothing
Or we your brawling down sall bring
And na mair with yow fleiche.
Priests take na teind,
Except the word of God ye show
Thocht ye allege your use and Law,
It is nocht as ye weind.
Priests take na Kyis
The vmest claith ye sall quyteclame,
Fra se
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pure barnis with their dame,
Auengeance on yow cryis.
Priests burn no mo,
Of wrang delatioun ye may hire,
And falls witness na mair Iuquyre
And let absuring go.
Priests all and sum
Suld call ane counsel general,
And dres all things Spiritual
Bot their they will not cum.
Priests reid and write.
And your falls Cannoun law lat be
Quhair Papis contrair Scriptures lie,
And contrair doctouris dyte.
Priests pride yow nocht.
What your counsellis hes conclude,
Contrair the writ and Christis blood,
The whilk sa deir us bocht:
Priests curs no moir,
And now your hartis na mair endure,
Bot on your flockis take cure:
Or God sall curse yow soir.
Priests leif your pride,
Ʒour skarlat and your veluote soft,
Ʒour hors and mulis coistlie toft,
And Iakmen be your side.
Priests sober be,
And fecht not, no
••
there boift nor schoir,
Misreule the Realm and court no moir,
And to your Kirkis flee.
Priests mend your life,
And leif your foul Sensuality,
And vylde stinkand chaistitie,
Ane ilk ane wed ane wife.
Priests pray na mair,
To Sanct Anthone to save thy sow,
Nor to Sanct Bryde to keep thy cow,
That greuis God richt sair.
Priests worship God,
And put away your Imagerie,
Ʒour Pardonis and fraternity,
To hell the way and rod.
Priests sell na Mes,
Bot minister that Sacrament.
As Christ in the New Testament,
Commandit yow express.
Priests put away,
Ʒour paintit fire of Purgatory,
The ground of your Idolatry,
It is neir domisday.
Priests change your tone,
And sing in to your mother tung,
Inglis Psalms and ye impunge,
Ʒe will dyne after none.
Priests preif yow men,
And now defend your liberty,
For France and for your dignity,
Ʒe brak the peace ye ken.
Priestis now confess,
How ye sa lang did us begyle.
With money holy belly wyle,
To leave in Idilnes.
Priests I yow exhort,
Ʒour office to do perfect,
For I say nothing in dispyte▪
Sa God mot me support.
FINIS.
Till our gude man, till our gude man,
Keip faith and lufe till our gude man.
FOR
our gude man in heaven dost King
In gloir and blis without ending
Quhair Angellis singis ever Osa
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In laude and praise of our gude man.
Our gude man desyris three things
Ane heart where fra contritioun springis,
Syne lufe him best▪ our Saullis that wan,
When we war loist fra our gude man.
And our gude man that ever was kind,
Requyris of us ane faithful mind
Syne cheritabill be with every clan,
For lufe only of our gude man.
Ʒit our gude man requyris moir
To give na creature his gloir,
And gif we do, do what we can
We sall be loist fea our gude man.
And our gude man he promeist sure,
To every faithful Creature
His greit mercy that now or than
Will call for grace at our gude man.
Adame that our foirfather was,
He loift us all for his trespass
Quhais brukkill banis we may fair ban
That gart us lois our awin gude man.
Ʒit our gude man gracious and gude,
For our Saluatioun sched his blood,
Upon the Cross where their began▪
The mercyfulnes of our gude man.
This is the blood did us refresche,
This is the blood that mon us wesche,
The blood that from his heart forth ran
Maid us free airis till our gude man.
Now let us pray baith day and hour
Till Christ our only Mediator,
Till save us on the day that when
We sall be Judge it be our gude man.
FINIS.
REMEMBER
man, remember man,
That I thy Saull from Satan wan,
And hes done for the that I can
Thow art full deir to me.
Is, was nor sall be none
That may the save, bot I alone,
Onlie thairfoir believe me on
And thow sall never die,
Wolfis whom of my Euangelistis write
And Paul and Peter did of dyte,
Alas have yow dissauit quite,
With falls Hy
••
ocrisir.
My New Testament plain and gude,
For whilk I sched my precious blood,
Ʒour only hope and Saullis fude
Thay hald for Herisie.
And hes set up their falls doctrine,
For Covetise, in steid of mine,
With fire and sword defendis it fine▪
Contrair my word and me.
The Antichrist is cummin but dout
And hes yow trappit round about
Furth of his gyrue thairfoir cum out
Gif ye wald sauit be.
His Pilgramage and Purgatory
His worschipping of Imagerie
His Pardounis and fraternity
With zeill and gude Intent
The whisperit sinnis called cir Confessioun
With his Priests mummillit absolutioun
And money other falls abusioun
The Paip hes done Inuent.
With Messis sauld be Priest, and Freir.
For land and money wounderdeir,
Quhilk is the ground stane of their queir,
And rute of all their pride,
His Pater nosteris, boche and sauld,
His numerat aueis, and Psalms tauld,
Quhilk my New Testament, nor my auld.
On na wayis can abide.
Thair half hag matines, fa
••
they patter,
Thay give yow breid, and sellis yow watter,
His cursing is on yow als they clatter,
Thocht they can
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yow nocht,
Give ye will give thame Caip or Bell,
The clink thairof they will yow sell,
Suppose the
••
aule suld ga to hell,
Ʒe get na thing vnbocht.
Thay sell yow als the Sacramentis
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,
Thay micht have maid aswe
••
ll
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,
Few, or money, od, or e
••
i
••
,
Ʒour pursis for to pyke,
Wald they let bot twa vsit be
Of Baptism, and of my body,
As they war institute be me,
Men wald thame better like.
Marriage is ane blissit band,
Quhilk I gave man in my command,
To keep▪ bot they my word withstand,
Ane Sacrament it maid.
Unto their other Sacramentis five,
Our Saluatioun they ascryue,
Fra my true faith yow for to drive,
In vain to mak my deed.
Thair tryflis all ar maid be men,
Quhilk my Gospel did never ken,
My Law and my commandementis ten,
Thay hid from mennis eine.
My New Testament they wald keep down,
Quhilk suld be preichit fra town to town,
Cause it wald cut their lang
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aili
••
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▪
And show their lives unclean.
And now they ar with dolour pynde,
And like to raige out of their mind,
Because fra thame ye ar declynde.
And will na lesingis heir.
Therefore they mak sa greit vproir,
Contrair thy flock of Christis stoir,
Determit or they will give it over,
To fecht all into feir.
Bot hald yow at my Testament fast▪
And be na whit of them agast
For I sall bring down at the last,
Thair pride and cruelty.
Than cleirly sall my word be schawin,
And all their falset sall be knawin
That they into all landis have sawin
Be their Idolatry.
And ye sall leave in rest and peace,
Instructit with my word of grace
For I the Antichrist deface
Sall, and true Preicheouris send
Repent your sin with all your heart,
And with true faith to me convert,
And heuinly gloir sall be your part
With me to bruik but end.
We pray the Jesus Christ our Lord,
Conforme our lives to thy word
That we may live with ane accord
In perfect Charity.
And forgive us our sinfulness,
And cleith us with thy Richteousnes
Of thy favor and gentilnes
We pray the that so be.
FINIS.
THE
Paip that Pagan full of pride
He hes us blindit lang,
For where the blind the blind dost gyde,
Na wonder they ga wrang:
Lyke Prince and King he led the King
Of all Iniquity,
Hay trix, tryme go trix, under the grene. &c.
Bot his abhominatioun,
The Lord hes brocht to licht
His Popische pride and thrinfald Crown
A
••
aist hes loist their micht.
His plak Pardounis ar bot Lardounis,
Of new found vanity,
Hay trix, tryme go trix. &c.
His Cardinallis hes caus to murne,
His Bischoppis borne aback:
His Abbottis gat ane uncouth turn
When schauelingis went to sack,
With Burgess wyfis they led their lyfis,
And fure better nor we,
Hay trix, tryme go trix. &c.
His Carmelites and Iacobinis,
His Dominiks had greit do
His Cordeleiris and Augustinis
Sanct Frances order to,
Thay silly Freiris, money yeiris,
With babbling blerit our C,
Hay trix, tryme go trix. &c.
The Si
••
eris gray, before this day,
Did crune within their Cloister,
Thay feit ane Freir, their kepis to beir,
The Feind ressaue the foster,
Syne in the mirk sa well culled wirk
And kittill thame wantounlie,
Hay trix, tryme go trix. &c.
The blind Bischop, he culled docht preiche,
For playing with the la
••
is,
The syllie Freir behuffit to fleiche,
For almous that he assis,
The Curat, his Creid, he culled nocht reid,
Schame fall the cumpanie,
Hay trix, try me go trix. &c.
The Bischop wald nocht wed ane wife
The Abbote not persew ane,
Think and it was ane lusty life.
Ilk day to have ane new ane.
In every place, ane uncouth face,
His lust to satisfy,
Hay trix tryme go trix, &c.
The Persoun wald nocht have ane hure.
Bot twa, and they war bony,
The Uicar (thocht he was pure,)
Behuiffit to have als money,
The Parcis Priest, that brutall beist,
He polit thame priuelie,
Hay trix, tryme go trix. &c.
Of Scotland well, the Freiris of Faill,
The lymmerie lang hes lestit.
The Monkis of Melros maid gude kaill,
On Friday is when they fastit,
The silly Nunnis caist up their bunnis,
And heisit their hippis on hie,
Hay trix, tryme go trix. &c.
Of lait I saw thir lymmar
••
s stand,
Lyke mad men at mischief,
Thinking to get the upper hand,
Thay luke after relief,
Bot all in vain, go tell thame plain,
That day will never be,
Hay trix, tryme go trix. &c.
O Jesus gif they thocht greit glie,
To se Goddis word down smorit,
The Congregatioun maid to fly,
Hypocresie restorit,
With Messis sung, and bellis rung,
To their Idolatry.
Marie God thank yow, we sall gar brauk yow
Befoir that time trewlie.
FINIS.
SAY
well is, throuchlie a worthy gude thing
Of say well, greit virtue forth dost spring,
Say well, from do well, differ is in leteer.
Say well is gude, bot do well is better.
Say well is repute be man sum deal,
Bot do well, only to God dost appeal,
Say well says godly, and dost money please.
Bot do well leuis godly, & dost this world ease
Say well, money unto Goddis word cleuis,
Bot for laik of do well, it quickly leuis,
Bot gif say weil, & do well war ioynit in a frame
All war done, all war won, gottin war the game
Say well, in danger of death is cauld,
Do well is harnest and woundrous bauld
Than say well for feir sall trimbill and quaik
Do well sall be Iocund and Ioly cheir mak.
Say well is slipper and makes money wylis
Do well is semely without ony gylis
When say well at sum times shall be brocht base,
Do well sall tryumphe in every place.
Say well to silence sum time is bound
Do well is free in every stound,
Say well hes freindis baith heir and their
Bot do well is welcum every where.
Say well money things in hand dost take,
Do well ane end of them dost mak
When say well with money is quite down cast,
Do well is trusty and will stand fast.
Say well himself will sum time auance,
Bot do well dost nouther Iet nor paunce,
Bot do well do is profit this world moir
Then say well and his, ane hundredth scoir.
Say well in words is wondrous trick,
Bot do well in deidis is nymbill and quick
Lord quick and trick togidder knit
And sa sall they pype ane mirrie fit.
Say well money will, they be sa kind,
Bot do well few will unto their friend:
May say well▪ than do well, I tell yow in deed,
Bot do well is mair honest in time of neid.
FINIS.
KNAW
ye not God Omnipotent
He creat man and maid him free,
Quhill he brak his commandment
And eight of the forbiddin tree
Had not that blissit barn been borne
Sin to redress,
Lowreis your lives had been forlorn
For all your Mes.
Sen we war all to Sin maid sure,
Throw Adamis Inobedience:
(Saif Christ) their was na Creature,
Maid Sacrifice for our offense,
Thair is na Sanct may save your Saull
Fra ye transgres,
Suppois Sanct Peter and Sanct Paul
Had baith said Mes.
Knawing their is na Christ bot ane
Quhilk rent was on the Rude with roddis:
Quhy give ye gloir to stock and stane
In worschipping of other Goddis,
Thir Idols that on Alteris standis,
Ar fenyeitnes,
Ʒe gat not God amang your handis,
Mumling your Mes.
And sen na Sanct your Saull may save,
Perchance ye will speir at me than:
How may the Paip thir Pardounis have
With power baith of beist and man?
Throw nothing bot ane fenyeit faith
For halynes.
Inuentit wayis to get thame graith,
Lyke as the Mes.
Of marriage ye maid yow quite,
Thinking it thralldom to refrain:
Wanting of wyiffis is appetyte,
That curage micht incres again.
Thay honey lippis ye did persew.
Grew gall I ges.
Thinking it was contritioun true,
To dance ane Mes.
Give God, was maid of bittis of breid,
Eit ye nocht ouklie sax or seuin,
As it had been ane mortal feid,
Quhill ye had almaist heryit heaven,
Als nony Deuillis, ye man deuoir,
Quhill hell grow ies.
Or doutles we dar nocht restoir,
Ʒow to your Mes.
Give God be transubstantiall,
In breid with
hoc est corpus meum,
Quhy war ye sa unnatural?
As take him in your teith and sla him,
Tripairtit and deuydit him.
At your dum dres.
Bot God knawis how ye gydit him.
Mumling your Mes.
Ʒe partit with dame poverty,
Luke property to be your wife:
Fra Charity and Chastity
With licharie ye led your life,
That raisit the mother of mischief
Ʒour gredynes.
Beleuing ay to get relief
For saying Mes.
O wick it vain Ueneriens.
Ʒe ar not Sanctis (th
••
cht ye seme holy)
Proud poysonit Epecuriens,
Quhilk had na God bot your awin belly,
Beleue ye Lownis the Lord allowis
Ʒour Idilnes:
Lang or the sweet cum ouir your browis
For saying Mes.
Had not yourself begun the weiris,
Ʒour Stepillis had been standand yet:
It was the flattering of your Freiris
That ever gart Sanct Frantes flit,
Ʒe grew sa Superstitious
In wickitnes
It gart us grow Malitious,
Contrair your Mes.
Our Bischoppis ar degenerate
Thocht they be mountit upon Mulis:
With huredome clean effeminate
And Freiris oft times preuis fulis
For Dust
••
fit and Gob at euin.
Do sa Incres
Hes dreuin sum of them to teine
For all their Mes.
Christ keep all faithful Christianis
From peruerst pride and Papistry:
God grant thame true Intelligens,
Of his law, word, and verity,
God grant they may their life amend,
Syne blis posses,
Throw faith on Christ all that depend,
And nocht on Mes,
Sen Mes is na thing ellis to say,
Bot ane wickit Inuencioun,
without authority, or stay,
Of Scripture or fundatioun,
Give Kingis, wald Mes to Rome hence drive,
With haistines,
Suld be the mean to have belyue,
Ane end of mes.
FINIS.
WAS
not Solomon the King,
To misery be women brocht:
Quhilk wisdom out of frame did bring
Till he mayest wickitly had wrocht.
A thousand women he did keep,
Alas alas,
Quhilk drownit him in Sin sa deip,
As come to pas.
was not Paris mayest wichitlie
Be Uenus led to Helenis lust:
For whilk sin and adultery
The plagues of Troy war after Just:
The sturdy stormis he did Indure
Alas, alas,
His lusting life was nothing sure,
As come to pas.
Thocht Troylus Cressed did enjoy,
As Paris Helene did likewise:
Ʒit leuie he not lang in Troy.
Bot that Fortoun did him despise,
Quha wald then wirk accordingly
Alas, alas,
Sic pleasure bringis Miserie
As come to pas.
Thocht Ovid fain that Leander,
Aduenterit mekill his lufe to gain:
Ʒit dost the Poet Menander,
Aduertise us for to refrain,
For lusting life is nothing stayed
Alas, alas,
Ilk man thairfoir may be afraid
Quhilk is bot gras.
What sall we say to Pyramus,
Sic wretchit woe did him assaill:
His end in deed was dolorus,
When fulische frenzy did preuaill
What wise man wald his fact commend
Alas, alas,
Quhilk brocht his life unto ane end
As come to pas.
Thocht Hercules for Exionie,
A michtie Monster did subdew:
Ʒit endit he in misery
Gif Poetis feigning may be true,
Disminsing mate Abderitus:
Alas, alas,
Ane death sustenit meruellous
As come to pas.
Anaxaretus sum do say,
Entised Iphis outwardli
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:
And than withorew hir lufe away
And he himself slew willfully
Traist the vntraistie wha that will:
Alas, alas,
For sic myself I will not kill
As his lufe was.
Thocht Jupiter transformit him.
Alcumena for to defile:
The fenyeit Goodis they scornit him,
For like offense within a while,
For when he lay in Uenus lap:
Alas alas,
Uulcanus tuke him in ane trap,
As come to pas.
Thus beauty breidis bitterness,
And bringis baill to money men:
Quha is led be willfulness,
Sall feill the force of beauty then:
For sum being taken in the train:
Alas alas,
Ar led to penury and pain.
As come to pas.
Thocht Cato Prince of prudent price.
In welthie stait did lang remain,
Ʒit be the chance of Fortounis dice,
Mekill misery he did sustain.
His weddit wife did wirk him woe,
Alas alas,
Mekill mair thir beistis whilk cum and go▪
Pas and repas.
Tiberius the Empriour,
Be his wyffis greit adultery:
Loste his pomp and puissant power,
Ending his life in misery.
Cheis well thairfoir leist ye do say:
Alas alas,
Lat thir and other at this day.
Be as thy glas.
Althocht Marcus Antonius.
was seen in Cosmographia:
Ʒit was his end mayest dolorus,
Be that falls harlot Faustina,
Tak heid thairfoir of this be war.
Alas alas,
Be thow not snaird in Uenus snair:
In ony case.
Althocht Sextus Tarquinius,
Defylit chaist Lucresia,
He and his Father Superbus,
From Rome war banischit away.
A Just rewaird for sic offense:
Alas alas,
Lyke punischement for like offense
Oft cummis to pas.
Thocht subtle Sardanapalus
A Prince was picht to rewle and reign:
Ʒit war his factis sa licharus,
That every man micht se them plain,
At Babylon he did desire
Alas, alas,
To set the haill Castell on fire
Quhair brunt he was.
Ptholomeus Philopater,
The michtie King of Egypt land,
Being a michtie Conquerer
His lust unto a wenche did stand
His weddit wife he put to death
Alas, alas,
Thus Princes oft do spend their braith:
As come to pas.
Phisco likewise the Lychorus
Quhilk Children be his Sisteris had:
That gat Heliogabalus,
Quhais life in lust was spent to bad
Defyling Mayd and wife also
Alas, alas,
Harlottis with him micht ride and go
Quhair he did pas.
Althocht Gaius Caligula
All his awin Sisteris did defile:
And thocht himself in quiet stay
Possessing pleasure for ane while,
Ʒit his men did his death conspyre:
Alas, alas,
This wretchit man he had his hire
As come to pas.
Exampillis takin out of the Bybill.
WITH
Bybill materis to begin,
Historyis money we may find:
How lusting lufe that laithsum sin
The oppin eyis of sum do blind,
Thocht Shechem Dinah had defylde:
Alas, alas,
Baith he and Heymor war begylde
As come to pas.
Did not dainty Dalilay,
The michtie Sampson bring to nocht:
When he his secreit heid did wray
In Uenus snair scho had him cauch
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Did not Apame in like case
Alas, alas,
Straik that greit King upon the face
As come to pas.
Thocht Ammon did his mind fulfill
Upon his Sister Tamar deir:
Ʒit Absalom his blood did spill,
Schortly after as dost appeir
Thocht David was the Lordis Elect:
Alas, alas,
with Bethsabe he was Infeet
As come to pas.
Thocht Holofernes lu
••
it lang,
To have to do on Iudethis bed:
His lusting life did happin wrang,
And scho did sone stryke of his heid,
What wyne and women do yow se,
Alas alas,
wask and wander with modesty,
In ony case.
Thocht Judas did with Thamarly,
Quhils was his dochter be the Law:
The Genesis dost testify,
Just Iosephis gude and godly awe,
When his Lordis wife wald him constraint:
Alas alas,
He maid hir purpois haillely vain
As come to pas.
Of him let us exampill take
And never think on Cupides dart:
Uenus can nouther mar nor mak
Gif unto God we join our heart,
And leif this airt of
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anging lust:
Alas alas,
And in the Lord have hope and trust
Quhilk
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s and was.
FINIS.
ALL
my lufe leif me not,
Leif me not leif me not,
All my lufe leif me not
Thus mine alone:
with ane burding on my back,
I may not heir it I am sa waik
Lufe this burding fra me take
Or ellis I am gone.
With sinnis I am ladin soir,
Leif me not, leif me not,
With sinnis I am ladin soir
Leif me not alone:
I pray the Lord thairfoir
Keip not my sinnis in stoir,
Lowse me or I be forloir
And heir my mone.
With thy handis thow hes me wrocht▪
Leif me not, leif me not,
With thy handis thow hes me wrocht▪
Leif me not alone:
I was sauld and thow me bocht
With thy blood thow hes me coft
Now am I hidder socht
To the Lord alone.
I cry and I call to the,
To leif me not, to leif me not,
I cry and I call to the
To leif me not alone:
All they that ladin be
Thow biddis them cum to the
Than sall they sauit be
Throw thy mercy alone.
Thow saves all the penitent
And leifis them not, and leifis them not,
Thow saifis all the penitent,
And leifis thame not allone:
All that will their Sinnis repent,
Nane of thame shall be schent,
Suppose thy bow be reddy bent,
Of thame thow killis none.
Faith, hope▪ and cheritie,
Leif me not, leif me not,
Faith, hope, and cheritie,
Leif me not allone:
I pray the Lord grant me,
Thir godly giftis three,
Than sall I saint be,
Dout have I none.
To the Father be all gloi
••
,
That leifis us not, that leifis us not,
To the Father be all gloir,
That leuis us not a
••
lone,
Sone and holy Gaist, ever moie,
As it was of before,
Throw Christ our Savior,
We ar saif everyone.
FINIS.
Of the day of judgment.
ALL
Christin and faithful, in heart be joyful
Rejoice and mak gude cheir,
Be merry and glaid, and be no moir sad
The day of the Lord drawis neir.
Under protestatioun, with live and correctie
••
That nane be offendit heir,
I will speak planelie, to rais your hartis quiklie,
The day of the Lord drawis neir.
All Paipis and prelatis, and spiritual estaitis
That thinkis ye have na peir,
Cast away your wairis, your princelie effairis
The day of the Lord drawis neir.
O hirdis of Israel, heir ye the Lordis bell
Knelland fast in your eir,
Quhilk biddis in plain▪ leave your triffillis vane
The day of the Lord drawis neir.
Personis that hes cure to preiche unto the pure
Ʒe have your waigis to deir,
The layit ye will not teiche, nor yet god's word will preiche
The day of the Lord drawis neir.
I will yow exhort, in termis richt schort,
Baith Priest, Channoun, Monk, and Freir,
To slaik of your sleuth, & show forth the truth
The day of the Lord drawis neir.
And ye brethren all Ecclesiastical
Serue your Lord God in feir,
Leue your ceremonyis of your awin fund gyis
The day of the Lord drawis neir,
Ʒour coistlie reparationis, your offeringis and oblatiounis
Ʒour curious notis in the queir
On the day of dreid▪ sall stand in litill steid
When the Lordis sentence drawis neir.
Princes and Kingis, that sa Ryall Ringis
That suld have all rewle and steir,
Do Justice equal▪ baith to greit and small
The day of the Lord drawis neir.
On the pure cōmounis, suffer na oppressiounis
Bot humbly their plaintis heir,
With extreme Justice, trespassouris punische,
The day of the Lord drawis neir.
Syne with your sword, let forth Goddis word
Our heuinly Mirrour cleir,
And anker yow sure on holy Scripture
For the day of the Lord drawis neir.
Erlis, Lordis, and Barrounis, hurt not your cōmounis
In body, gudis, nor geir:
Do ye the contrair, your housis will misfair
The day of the Lord drawis neir.
Be true to the Crown defend your Region
That your foirbearis coft sa deir,
And ever have Eye, unto your liberty
The day of the Lord drawis neir.
I cry in general, on Spiritual & Temporal,
This lectioun that ye leir:
Remember alwayis, that schort be your days
The day of the Lord drawis neir.
That day sall horribill, be and eik terribill▪
Quhe
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that Just Judge sall appeir:
In his birnand Ire, to judge the world with fire
The day of the Lord drawis neir.
At ane Trumpet blast, we sall be all agast,
Heuin▪ hell, eird▪ sall it heir,
Syne stand before the Iuge, without ony refuge
The day of the Lord drawis neir.
We sall give rekning, of our sinful leuing
We have spendit in all maneir,
As we have deseruit, sa sall we be seruit
The day of the Lord drawis neir.
That day the faithful, shall be richt Ioyfull
Befoir Christ when they compeir▪
Bot the unfaithful, shall be richt woeful
When the Lordis sentence drawis neir.
To vnbelenaris all, this sentence give he sall,
With Ire and awful cheir,
Pas ye to the hell, with Deuillis to dwell,
The heaven ye sall never cum neir.
The Just sall all stand, euin at his richt hand,
Defendit from all dangeir,
To whom he sail say, richt sweitly that day
The sentence whill: drawis neir.
Cum heir my Ele
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, and my awin sweet Sect,
Ʒour hire sall not be in weir,
Baith Saull and body, in heaven Eternallie
Thay sall dwell with me rich
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neir.
Quhairfoir I do call,
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To ryis and be never sweir
Bot ever bewar of the woeful snair
The day of the Lord drawis neir.
A walk ay and pray baith in nicht and day
To Christ that coft us all deir
To be our mediator in that feirfull hour
When the day of the Lord drawis neir.
FINIS.
BLENK
in this Mirrour man and mend,
For heir thow may thy exempill se,
To all mankind it is well kend
That ever come hidder, that he mon die
And fra this dome he may not
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e,
Suppois he have land and gold to spend
Array yow all and reddy be
Blenk in this Mirrour man and mend.
Heir is the ressoun wha lykis to reid,
This day thow was ane King with Croun,
The morne cummis death withouttin dreid
Commandis the to his presoun,
Richt suddanely he drawis the down
Thow wait that thow mon with him wend
Therefore leif well, be reddy bowne
Blenk in this Mirrour man and mend.
Thair is nane in stait sa hie
Prince, King, nor Empreour
Fra this dome ane fute may
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le
For all his gold and his valor.
Therefore thow blenk in this Mirrour
That is graciously to the send,
Think on the sweet and als the sour
Blenk in this Mirrour man and mend.
Behald now to thir men of micht
That mekill hes, and wald have mair,
And to their sembling
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ak gude sich
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How that they pas away sa bair.
And set not by how that we fair
That winnis all that they spend,
Richt busilie baith lait and air,
Blenk in this Mirrour man and mend.
Sen thow wait that thow mon pas,
And thow wait nouther when nor where
And thy body sall turn in Ass,
That thow now feidis up sa fair.
Confes thy sinnis les and mair
Unto thy God, or thow hyne wend,
And till him leyne forever mair
Blenk in this Mirrour man and mend.
FINIS.
O MAN
rise up and be not sweir,
Prepair aganis this gude new year
My new year gift thow hes in stoir
Sen I am he that coft the deir
Gif me thy heart I ask no moir.
Gif me thy heart for I suld have it
It is my richt thairfoir I craif it,
To win the samin I sufferit soir
And now am reddy to ressane it,
Gif me thy heart I ask no moir.
I am the Lord maid the of nocht
Lyke my awin Image hes the wrocht,
The to all frelage I did restoir,
Sen my dart blood thy heart hes bocht
Gif me thy heart I ask no moir.
I come in eirth, and their did dwell,
I send na message bot my sell:
The to relief of deidly soir,
Sen I have fred the from the hell
Gif me thy heart I ask no moir.
I have the fred from all thirlage,
And hes preparit thine heritage
Quhair death sall never the deuoir,
And now am cummin to craif my wage
Gif me thy heart I ask no moir.
Bewar I am ane Ielous God,
I am na Image, stock nor wod:
Therefore give nane of they my gloi
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Sen
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heaven mon be the rod
Gif me thy heart I ask no moir.
Let be thy sculptill honouris vain
Quhilkis ar confouudie and prophaine
And swa ar all dost them adoir,
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testifyis David in Scripture plain
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thy heart I ask no moir,
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thow hes offendit,
Contrair my Law thy life hes spendit,
My mercy is reddy yet as of before
In this new year all may be amendit,
Gif me thy heart I ask no moir.
FINIS.
O MAN
Behald this warldis vaniteis,
The Joy of it I wait is fantasie,
Therefore bewar my counsel now it is
Be glaid in God, for doutles thow mon die.
Think thow art cum, & wait not whē to pas,
Think thow mō change, & wait not where to be,
Think why thow come, & what thy erand was
Be well auysit, for doutles thow mon die.
Auise the well▪ whill thow hes time & space,
Exempill take daily as thow may se,
When death cummis their is na other grace
Bot yield the than, for doutles thow mon die.
Ʒeild the to God with humbill heart contrite,
In Cheritie lufe as thow wald lufit be,
Gif thow wald leif without this warldis despite
Remember on this, for doutles thow mon die.
Remember upon thy God Omnipotent,
That is and was, and ever moir shall be,
And for thy sin he saikleslie was schent
Be kind again, for doutles thow mon die.
Be kind again for heaven Celestial,
Quhair gloir and Joy without end sall be,
Be kind and dreid the cruel pain of hell
Theus thee the ane, for doutles thow mon die.
FINIS.
SEN
throw virtue Incressis dignity,
And virtue is flour and rute of Nobles ay
Of ony wit or what estait thow be,
His steppis follow, and dreid for none effray:
Eiect vice▪ and follow truth always
Lufe mayest thy God that first thy lufe began
And for ilk Inche he will quite the ane span.
Be not ouir proud in thy prosperity
For as it cummis, sa will it pas away,
The time to compt is schort thow may well se.
For of grene gres sone cummis wallowit hay
Labor in truth, whilk suith is of thy fay
Traist mayest in God, for he best gyde the can
And for ilk Inche he will the quite ane span.
Sen word is thrall▪ and thocht is only free,
Thow dant thy tongue, that power hes and may,
Thow steik thy Ene fra warldis vanity,
Refraine thy lust, and harkin what I say
Graip or thow slyde, and keep forth the hie way,
Thow hald the fast upon thy God and man
And for ilk Inche he will the quite ane span.
FINIS.
THE TABILL
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A.
- ALL Meit and drink was creat
- 16
- All Christin men take tent and leir
- 22
- Alas that same sweet face
- 56
- At the Riueris of Babylon
- 99
- All mine heart ay this is my sang
- 121
- Allone I weip in greit distress
- 129
- Alas vnkyndlie Christ we have exilit
- 161
- All my Lufe leif me not
- 192
- All Christin and Faithful
- 194
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B.
- BLISSIT is he whome God dost correct
- 28
- Be blyith all Christin men and sing
- 40
- Blis blissit God
- 65
- Blissit ar they that sittis in Goddis dreid
- 113
- Baneist is Faith now every where.
- 155
- Blenk in this Mirrour man and mend.
- 198
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C.
- CHRIST Bapteist was be John
- 12
- Cum heir says Goddis Sone to me
- 25
- Christ Jesus gave himself to die
- 5 ••
- Christ thow art the licht of day
- 126
- Christ is the only Sone of God
- 127
- Christ Jesus is ane A. per C.
- 128
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D.
- DOVN be yone River I ran▪
- 147
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E.
- EXCEPT the Lord with us
- 97
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F.
- FAITHFVLL in Christ use yone riches
- 35
- Fra deip O Lord I call to the.
- 98
- For lufe of one I mak my mone
- 114
- For our gude man in heaven dost King
- 173
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G.
- GIF ye have rissin from deed again
- 69
- God for thy grace thow keep no moir
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- Greuous is my sorrow
- 132
- Go heart unto the Lamp of licht
- 142
- God send every Priest ane wife
- 163
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H.
- HELP God the former of all thing
- 37
- Hay let us sing and mak greit mirth
- 61
- Have mercy on me God of micht
- 104
- Hay now the day dall ••
- 168
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I.
- I COME from heaven to tell
- 43
- In dulce iubilo.
- 47
- I call on the Lord Jesus Christ
- 57
- In Burgh and land
- 62
- I will the lufe my gracious Lord and King
- 100
- In •• ill ane mirthfull Man morning
- 120
- John cum kis me now
- 138
- I am woe for thir wolfis sa wild
- 159
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K.
- KNAW ye not God Omnipotent
- 183
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L.
- LORD God thy face and word of grace
- 49
- Lord let thy seruand now depart
- 51
- Lord Father God that gave me life
- 65
- Let us rejoice and sing
- 73
- Lord let me never be confoundit.
- 41
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M.
- MOYSES upon the Mont Sinai
- 7
- My lufe murnis for me
- 122
- My Saull dost Magnifie the Lord
- 125
- Musing greitly in my mind
- 145
- Musing greitly in my mind.
- 155
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N.
- NOW let us sing with joy and mirth.
- 66
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O.
- OUR Father God Omnipotent
- 10
- Our Savior Christ King of grace
- 15
- Onlie to God on heich
- 47
- Of mercy yet he passis all
- 59
- Of things twa I pray the Lord
- 64
- O Lord how lang forever will thow foryet
- 78
- O Lord wha sall in heaven dwell with the
- 78
- O Lord aduert unto my voice
- 86
- O God be merciful to us
- 199
- Our brother let us put in grave
- 14 ••
- O Christ whilk art the licht of day
- 151
- Of the falls fire of Purgatory
- 163
- O man rise up and be not sweir
- 119
- O man behald this warldis vaniteis.
- 201
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P.
- PRAY God for grace my lafe mayest.
- 146
- Priests in Christ believe.
- 170
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Q.
- QVHA can discriue or put in writ
- •• 8
- Quha suld my Mel ••• e amend
- 72
- What is the caus O God Omnip.
- •• 4
- Quha on the highest will depend
- 93
- When fra Egypt departit Israel
- 95
- Quho is at my windo, who.
- 116
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R.
- RICHT soirlie musing in my mind
- 54
- Richt soir oppressed I am
- 54
- Remember man.
- 175
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S.
- SOIR I complain of Sin
- 19
- Sinneris unto my sang aduert
- 30
- Save us gude Lord
- 76
- Say well is throuchly a worthy
- 181
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T.
- TO us is borne ane barn of blis
- 45
- Till Christ whom I am haldin
- 52
- The grace of God appeiris now
- 63
- The Lord is my Pastor
- 79
- Thow sall not follow
- 83
- Till true in heart God of Israel
- 68
- The Lord says I will show
- 129
- The Hethin folk Lord
- 101
- Tell me now and in what wise
- 123
- The Bischop of Hel •• brak his neck
- 158
- The wind blawis cauld
- 166
- The Paip that Papane full of pride
- 178
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W.
- WE trow in God allanerlie
- 9
- We thank the God of thy gudnes
- 18
- We wretchit sinneris pure
- 21
- We suld into remembrance
- 60
- We suld believe in God abuse
- 63
- Wird heuie heart full of distress
- 148
- Welcum Lord Christ
- 150
- With huntis up
- 152