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Ane Co[m]pendious [buik] of godlie Psalmes and spirit[uall Sangis]

collectit furthe of sindrie pa[rtis of the] Scripture, with diueris utheris [balla]tis changeit out of prophaine [sangis] in godlie sangis, for [avodying of] sin and harlatrie. With [aug]mentation of sindrie [gude] and godlie Ballattis not contenit in the first editioun [by John Wedderburn]

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Ane sang of the birth of Christ to be sung with the tune of Balulalow.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Ane sang of the birth of Christ to be sung with the tune of Balulalow.

I come from heuin to tell,
The best nowellis that euer befell:
To ȝow thir tythingis trew I bring
And I will of them say and sing.
This day to ȝow is borne ane Chylde
Of Mary meik, and Uirgin mylde,
That blyssit bairne bening and kynde
Sail ȝow reioyce baith hart and mynde.
It is the Lord, Christ God and man.
He will do for ȝow quhat he can.
Himself ȝour Sauiour will be,
Fra sin and hell to mak ȝow fre.
He is ȝour richt Saluatioun,
From Euerlasting dampnatioun,
That ȝe may ring in gloir and blis,
For euer mair in heuin with his.
ȝe sall him find but mark or wying
Full sempill in ane Tribe lying,
Sa lyis he quhilk ȝow hes wrocht,

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And all this warld maid of nocht.
Let vs reioyce and be blyith,
And with the Hyrdis go full swyith,
And se quhat God of his grace hes done,
Throw Christ to bring vs to his throne.
My saull and lyfe stand vp and se
Quha lyis in ane Cribe of tre.
Quhat Babe is that sa gude and fair,
It is Christ Goddis Sone and air.
Welcome now gracious God of micht,
To sinneris vyle, pure, and vnricht,
Thow come to saif vs from distres,
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 ly,
Amang the assis, Oxin and Ky.
And war the warld ten tymes sa wyde,
Cled ouir with golde and stanis of pryde:
Unworthie it war ȝit to the,
Under thy feit ane stule to be.
The Silk and Sandell the to eis,
Ar Day, and sempill sweilling clais,
Quhairin thow gloris greitest King,
As thow in heuin war in thy Ring.
Thow tuik sic panis temporall

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To mak me riche perpetuall,
For all this warldis welth and gude,
Can nathing riche thy Celcitude.
O my deir hart ȝoung Iesus sweit,
Prepair thy Creddill in my Spreit,
And I sall rocke the in my hart.
And neuer mair fra the depart.
Bot I sall praise the euer moir,
With sangis sweit vnto thy gloir,
The kneis of my hart sall bow
And sing that richt Balulalow.
Gloir be to God Eternallie,
Quhilk gaue his only Sone for me,
The Angellis Ioyis for to heir,
The gracious gift of this new ȝeir.
FINIS.