Poems of Alexander Montgomerie And Other Pieces from Laing MS. No. 447: Supplementary Volume: Edited with Introduction, Appendices, Notes, and Glossary by George Stevenson |
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| XXXV. | XXXV. [THE WEICHT OF SIN IS WONDIR GREITT.] |
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XXXV. [THE WEICHT OF SIN IS WONDIR GREITT.]
The weicht of sin is wondir greitt,
quha may þat grevus burden beir.
my god, maist huumle I submeitt
my sellf befoir þai heichnes heir.
och, reuthfuly Inclyne þai eir
wnto my peitifull complentt:
Thy punysmentis & plaigis reteir
frome me, pure pyning pennitent.
quha may þat grevus burden beir.
my god, maist huumle I submeitt
my sellf befoir þai heichnes heir.
och, reuthfuly Inclyne þai eir
wnto my peitifull complentt:
Thy punysmentis & plaigis reteir
frome me, pure pyning pennitent.
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quhen darknes hes [t]he hevenes rewest,
But ather mone or starrie licht;
quhen man and beist is at ther rest,
throw secreitt silence of þe nicht;
I, waltering lyk ane wofull wicht,
Still walking in my bed I lay:
My sinis presentis thame in my sicht,
Och, harkin! lord, for help I cray.
But ather mone or starrie licht;
quhen man and beist is at ther rest,
throw secreitt silence of þe nicht;
I, waltering lyk ane wofull wicht,
Still walking in my bed I lay:
My sinis presentis thame in my sicht,
Och, harkin! lord, for help I cray.
My pansing dois ogment my pane,
becauss I can nocht be excusitt;
I am sa oft relapis agane
Into þe sin quhilk I refussit.
Thaj clemenci I haue abussitt,
be leiding of ane wickit lyff;
My spreit, within þis flesch Infusitt,
is lyk to pereish in the stryff.
becauss I can nocht be excusitt;
I am sa oft relapis agane
Into þe sin quhilk I refussit.
Thaj clemenci I haue abussitt,
be leiding of ane wickit lyff;
My spreit, within þis flesch Infusitt,
is lyk to pereish in the stryff.
Och, to my fais than sell I ȝeild,
and all þai merceis quyt dispair?
och, sell I now gif over þe feild,
and newer luik for mercy mair?
quhilk hes so oft, baith leitt and air,
Sung praiss to þe with joyfull hairt?
no, lord, preserwe me frome þat snair,
and leit þis cup frome me depairtt.
and all þai merceis quyt dispair?
och, sell I now gif over þe feild,
and newer luik for mercy mair?
quhilk hes so oft, baith leitt and air,
Sung praiss to þe with joyfull hairt?
no, lord, preserwe me frome þat snair,
and leit þis cup frome me depairtt.
I hawe assurance of þai spreitt,
that þow þe laidneitt will releif,
quhilk cumis to þe with hairtt contreitt,
and in þi bontie dois beleif.
my feibill faith, o lord, revieue,
for thocht my sinis be lyk þe sand,
Ȝit þow art habill to forgif,
and raiss me with þai helping hand.
that þow þe laidneitt will releif,
quhilk cumis to þe with hairtt contreitt,
and in þi bontie dois beleif.
my feibill faith, o lord, revieue,
for thocht my sinis be lyk þe sand,
Ȝit þow art habill to forgif,
and raiss me with þai helping hand.
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Quha can onfenȝeitlie repentt?
quha can frome wickeitnes abstene
vnles þai grace be to þame lentt,
to sich & sob with weiping ene?
þe prayer profeittis nocht ane prene,
except þe same from faith proceid:
Latt faithe and graice In me grow grene,
that I may turne to þe In neid.
quha can frome wickeitnes abstene
vnles þai grace be to þame lentt,
to sich & sob with weiping ene?
þe prayer profeittis nocht ane prene,
except þe same from faith proceid:
Latt faithe and graice In me grow grene,
that I may turne to þe In neid.
Lord, with my sellff I am disspleisitt,
and weirreis of þis burdene fasst;
thay wreyth, þairfor, let be appeisitt:
forȝett my full offen[c]is past.
I feir, I faint, I am agast,
quhen I prepend my awin estait;
bot þis releif I find at last,
my penitence is no to leitt.
and weirreis of þis burdene fasst;
thay wreyth, þairfor, let be appeisitt:
forȝett my full offen[c]is past.
I feir, I faint, I am agast,
quhen I prepend my awin estait;
bot þis releif I find at last,
my penitence is no to leitt.
Albeitt þow be ane vp richt Iudge,
thow art my faþer nocht þe les,
My bukler, & my sur refuge,
My only confort I confess.
Hawe peitie on my greitt distres,
cast nocht me catewe clene away:
thow knawis þe Inwartt hevenes,
for sin to suffer everie day.
thow art my faþer nocht þe les,
My bukler, & my sur refuge,
My only confort I confess.
Hawe peitie on my greitt distres,
cast nocht me catewe clene away:
thow knawis þe Inwartt hevenes,
for sin to suffer everie day.
This þan, my god, of graice I craif,
With humell hewe hairtt of þe,
my sinis ar lyk me to dissayff,
bot let me nocht desaiffit be.
tak nocht þai helping hand frome me,
for I am fraell and Imperfytt;
gif me nocht over to drone & dei,
Into my flechely hairtis delytt.
With humell hewe hairtt of þe,
my sinis ar lyk me to dissayff,
bot let me nocht desaiffit be.
tak nocht þai helping hand frome me,
for I am fraell and Imperfytt;
gif me nocht over to drone & dei,
Into my flechely hairtis delytt.
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Thy werking spreitt, let me assist,
Into þis feirce & fechting feill,
that I may wailȝeandle resist
the fleche, þe warld, þe dewell, & hell.
My secreitt sinis frome me expell;
My natur hes currupit þow knawis:
Mak me to precteis, & furth tell,
Thy preceptis, prayeris, & holy lawis.
Into þis feirce & fechting feill,
that I may wailȝeandle resist
the fleche, þe warld, þe dewell, & hell.
My secreitt sinis frome me expell;
My natur hes currupit þow knawis:
Mak me to precteis, & furth tell,
Thy preceptis, prayeris, & holy lawis.
Thir giftis, I grant, I meritt nocht,
For I in sin was borne & bred;
bot Iesus Chryst he hes me bocht
Frome deith, evene with his blud he sched;
hes merittis hes me frelie fred,
mak me þairfor perticipentt:
Let me be with his Iustice cleid,
and conteit þai redemitt santt.
For I in sin was borne & bred;
bot Iesus Chryst he hes me bocht
Frome deith, evene with his blud he sched;
hes merittis hes me frelie fred,
mak me þairfor perticipentt:
Let me be with his Iustice cleid,
and conteit þai redemitt santt.
Nocht he, bot I, hes deith deserwitt,
Nocht I, bot he, dois merit graice;
For me, nocht for him sellff, he sterwitt,
With the to purches me a plaice.
throw him I am in happie caiss,
evin with þai godheid reconseild;
to the, throw him, quhome I Imbraice,
Be praiss, quha hes þir Ioyis reweild.
Nocht I, bot he, dois merit graice;
For me, nocht for him sellff, he sterwitt,
With the to purches me a plaice.
throw him I am in happie caiss,
evin with þai godheid reconseild;
to the, throw him, quhome I Imbraice,
Be praiss, quha hes þir Ioyis reweild.
Finis.
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