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Poems of John Stewart of Baldyneiss

From the MS. in the Advocates' Library, Edinburgh: Edited by Thomas Crockett

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ANE PRAYER AND THANKISGIWING.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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107

ANE PRAYER AND THANKISGIWING.

O lord of lords, My God and gyd,
Maist humyle thanks I rander the,
That at all tyms hes done prowyd
So gratiouslie ay touarts me.
No recompance may in me be
To correspond the gifts of grace,
Quhilks thow of thy great mercie frie
Bestows on me in ewerie place.
Oft haif I fund thy mychtie strenth
In my delyurance from decay:
Oft haif I knawne thy treuth at lenth
In ansuering to my hoip alway:
Thy most precelling pitie ay
Haid of me, Thocht I synnit soir,
Assuirs me certanlie, I say,
Of thy great luife, O king of gloir.
I am vnvordie till explaine
Thy pouer Quhilk be pruif I knaw,
Ȝit my guidwill dois me constraine
Thir lynis in thy prayse to draw.
for thocht that I may not furthschaw
The greatnes of thy gloir dewyn,
Ȝit sall I quhill my breath may blaw
Confes the vith this toung of myn.

108

And Instantlie vith hart Inteir,
Sua far as in my pouer lyis,
I offer vp vnto the heir
The sacrafice of laud and pryis.
Thy mercie, lord, vill not despyis
The puir repentant painfull spreit,
Quhilk ernistlie vnto the cryis
for fauor of thy semblance sueit.
O lord, Remit my synnis all
In Christ quhom on I do depend:
Lat grace and mercie on me fall
My former lyf for till amend:
Derect thyn Angil to defend
My feibill force from all my fois,
Assuadge thair vraith And to me send
Pace in my dayis for till InIois.
Lat not my sinfull flesch so fraill,
The vorld, Nor subtile sathans slycht,
Nor ȝit the force of man preuaill
Abowe me vith thair mundan mycht.
Bot as thow art ane God of rycht,
So schaw thy self omnipotent,
And stay the prydfull in thy sycht
To vrack the puir man Innocent.
Lord God of hosts, my cause defend,
And all my enemeis deface,
Preserue my lyf quhill thow me end,
Syn let me, lord, depart in pace.
In conseruation of thy grace
My sawll and bodie I resing.
Be my protector in all place,
And gyd me rycht in euerie thing.

109

As thow hes ay beine my releif,
Leif me not, lord, now in my eild:
Returne in glaidnes all my greif,
That I may Iofull thanks the ȝield:
Be thow my boucklar and my beild
In ewerie tym quhan I haif neid;
Stand vp for me and fecht the feild,
And from all ewill me saif vith speid.
In the my trust dois onlie byd,
And thow alone art my supplie:
My God, gif thow for me prouyd,
I feirles am, And suir sall bie.
Than tak my part And stand be me,
So sall I cair no vorldlie chance,
And lat me neuir suerwe from the:
I crawe no mair for Recompance.
Thow king of kings and of all thing,
Thy hienes humilie I requyr
To bliss, preserwe, and gyd Our King
And grant him lang for till Impyr.
Reule vith thy visdome his desyr
In euerie thing to guid effect,
And confound all that dois conspyr
Agains his maiestie erect.
All prayse be to thy holie name
from age to age for euirmoir.
Laud, honor, thanks, and endless fame
Be to the hiest God of gloir.
His guidnes ȝit sall ons restoir
His seruant frie of euerie smart,
And I vill gif him thanks thairfoir
Vith humyle adettit Iofull hart.