The Poems of Alexander Montgomerie Edited by James Cranstoun |
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VII. [AWAY! VANE WORLD.]
Auay! vane world, bewitcher of my hairt!
My sorouis shauis my sins maks me to smart;
Ȝit will I not dispair,
Bot to my God repair:
He has mercy ay,
Thairfor will I pray:
He hes mercy ay, and lovis me,
Thoght by his humbling hand he provis m[e.]
My sorouis shauis my sins maks me to smart;
Ȝit will I not dispair,
Bot to my God repair:
He has mercy ay,
Thairfor will I pray:
He hes mercy ay, and lovis me,
Thoght by his humbling hand he provis m[e.]
Auay, auay! too long thou hes me snaird;
I will not tyne more tyme: I am prepaird
Thy subtill slychts to flie,
Vhilks hes allured me.
Tho they sueitly smyle,
Smoothly they begyle:
Tho they sueitly smyle, I feir thame.
I find thame fals; I will forbeir thame.
I will not tyne more tyme: I am prepaird
Thy subtill slychts to flie,
Vhilks hes allured me.
Tho they sueitly smyle,
Smoothly they begyle:
Tho they sueitly smyle, I feir thame.
I find thame fals; I will forbeir thame.
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Once more, auay! shauis loth the world to le[ave:]
Bids oft adeu with it that holds me slave.
Loth am I to forgo
This sueet alluring fo:
Sen thy wayis ar vane,
Sall I the retane?
Sen thy wayis ar vane, I quyt thee;
Thy plesuris sall no more delyt me.
Bids oft adeu with it that holds me slave.
Loth am I to forgo
This sueet alluring fo:
Sen thy wayis ar vane,
Sall I the retane?
Sen thy wayis ar vane, I quyt thee;
Thy plesuris sall no more delyt me.
A thousand tymis auay!—Oh! stay no more.
Sueit Chryst, conduct, leist subtile sin devore.
Without thy helping hand
No man hes strenth to stand.
Tho I oft intend
All my wayis to mend—
Tho I oft intend, strength fails ay:
The sair assaults of sin prevailis ay.
Sueit Chryst, conduct, leist subtile sin devore.
Without thy helping hand
No man hes strenth to stand.
Tho I oft intend
All my wayis to mend—
Tho I oft intend, strength fails ay:
The sair assaults of sin prevailis ay.
Quhat sal I say? ar all my plesurs past?
Sall worldly lustis nou tak thair leiv at last?
Ȝea, Chryst, these earthly toyes
Sall turne in hevinly joyes.
Let the world be gone;
I'l love Chryst allone.
Let the world be gone—I cair not:
Chryst is my love alone—I feir not.
Sall worldly lustis nou tak thair leiv at last?
Ȝea, Chryst, these earthly toyes
Sall turne in hevinly joyes.
Let the world be gone;
I'l love Chryst allone.
Let the world be gone—I cair not:
Chryst is my love alone—I feir not.
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