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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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[Allace vnkyndlie Christ, we haue exilit]
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

[Allace vnkyndlie Christ, we haue exilit]

Allace vnkyndlie Christ, we haue exilit
And of thair fude his flock we haue begilit
With vanities, we haue thame lang includit,
And in fals beleif, hes thame meludit,
And euer this was the blating of our queir,

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Fatheris of haly Kirk this xv. hunder ȝeir.
The water of lyfe we gaue them neuer to drink
Bot stinkand pulis of euerie rottin synk.
For haly Scripture allutterlie we haue mockit
And with traditionis of mē we haue them ȝockit
And euer this was the blating of our queir,
Fatheris of haly Kirk this .xv. hunder ȝeir.
Man befoir God, sa lang we haue preserrit,
Quhill we se now almaist that all is marrit,
And God him self is grevit and displesit,
And we thairby ar bot lytill easit,
Althocht it be the blating of our queir,
Fatheris of haly Kirk this .xv. hunder ȝeir.
Our blind desyris sen we may nocht fulfill,
Welcum gude Lord, full sair aganis our will,
Ȝit nocht the les we sall do as we may,
And efter this, luke for ane better day,
And ȝit salbe the bating of our queir,
Fatheris of haly Kirk this .xv. hunder ȝeir.
We knaw as did King Saull our fatell fall,
Ȝit, quhill we die, Dauid persew we sall,
Suppose we suld wrack our self, and tyne,
The feild, and all our kin, be hangit syne,
Ȝit sall it be, the blating of our queir,
Fatheris of haly Kirk this .xv, hunder ȝeir.
Lat Moses preiche, to Pharao as he lykis,
Ȝit sall the pepill be tormentit lyke tykis,
And neuer depart from Egypt (giue we may)

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We salbe cruellest on the hinmest day.
Quhen we ar drownit we sall blait on our beir
Fatheris of haly Kirk this .xv. hunder ȝeir.
O cankerit cariounis, and o ȝe rottin stakis,
O stangand Edderis, and o ȝe poysound snakis
Sen ȝe will not change, ȝour indurit will,
Knawand ȝour fault, ȝit will continew still,
Sing on guk guk, the blating of ȝour queir,
Fals fatheris of haly Kirk this .xv. hunder ȝeir.
FINIS.