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 Euangell contenand the effect of the samin.
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Ane sang of the Euangell contenand the effect of the samin.
Be blyith all Christin men and sing,
Dance and mak mirth with all ȝour micht,
Christ hes vs kyithit greit comforting,
Quhairfoir we may reioyce of richt,
Ane wark to wounder that is wrocht
Christ with his blude full deir vs bocht,
And for our saik to deid was dicht.
Dance and mak mirth with all ȝour micht,
Christ hes vs kyithit greit comforting,
Quhairfoir we may reioyce of richt,
Ane wark to wounder that is wrocht
Christ with his blude full deir vs bocht,
And for our saik to deid was dicht.
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For with the deuill and dulefull deid,
With hell and sin I was forlorne:
The sone of Ire at Goddis feid,
Consauit sa I was and borne,
I grew ay mair and mair thairin,
And daylie eliue? sin to sin,
Dispair was euer me beforne.
With hell and sin I was forlorne:
The sone of Ire at Goddis feid,
Consauit sa I was and borne,
I grew ay mair and mair thairin,
And daylie eliue? sin to sin,
Dispair was euer me beforne.
Quhair I culd not the Law fulfill,
My warkis maid me na supplie:
Sa blind and waik was my fre will.
That hatit the veritie,
My conscience kest me euer in cair,
The Deuill he draif me to dispair,
And hell was euer befoir myne eye,
My warkis maid me na supplie:
Sa blind and waik was my fre will.
That hatit the veritie,
My conscience kest me euer in cair,
The Deuill he draif me to dispair,
And hell was euer befoir myne eye,
God had greit pitie on my wo,
And aboue mesure schew me grace.
Quhen I was ȝit his cruell fo,
Ȝit he wald cure my cairfull case,
His lufe to me he did conuert
From the maist deipest of his hart,
Quhilk coist him deir to mak my peace.
And aboue mesure schew me grace.
Quhen I was ȝit his cruell fo,
Ȝit he wald cure my cairfull case,
His lufe to me he did conuert
From the maist deipest of his hart,
Quhilk coist him deir to mak my peace.
To his belouit Sone he said,
The tyme of mercy drawis neir,
To saif man and the feind Inuaid,
Thairfoir my hartly Sone sa deir,
Ga freith them from the feindis feid,
Thow man ouirthraw sin, hell, and deid,
Syne mon restoir baith haill and feir.
The tyme of mercy drawis neir,
To saif man and the feind Inuaid,
Thairfoir my hartly Sone sa deir,
Ga freith them from the feindis feid,
Thow man ouirthraw sin, hell, and deid,
Syne mon restoir baith haill and feir.
The sone his father did obey.
And come downe on the eird to me,
Borne of ane Mayd, as wrytis Esay,
My kynde sweit brother for to be,
He tuke on him my nature vyle,
And did his power for to exyle,
Sathan and all his subteltie.
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Borne of ane Mayd, as wrytis Esay,
My kynde sweit brother for to be,
He tuke on him my nature vyle,
And did his power for to exyle,
Sathan and all his subteltie.
He said thow sall haue victorie,
Gif thow alone on me depend:
For I will giue my self for the,
Thy cairfull quarrell to defend
For I am thyne, and myne thow art,
And of my gloir thow sall haue part,
Syne ring with me, withouttin end.
Gif thow alone on me depend:
For I will giue my self for the,
Thy cairfull quarrell to defend
For I am thyne, and myne thow art,
And of my gloir thow sall haue part,
Syne ring with me, withouttin end.
They man sched out my blyssit blude,
And reif alswa my lyfe from me
I thoill this only for thy gude.
Beleue that firme and steidfastlie
For my deid sall thy deid deuoir.
That sin sall the condampne no moir,
For be that way, saif thow mon die.
And reif alswa my lyfe from me
I thoill this only for thy gude.
Beleue that firme and steidfastlie
For my deid sall thy deid deuoir.
That sin sall the condampne no moir,
For be that way, saif thow mon die.
Syne fra this present lyfe I fair,
To my father Celestiall.
Thy Mediator trew sall be thair
And send to the my Spreit I sall,
To giue the consolatioun,
In all thy tribulatioun,
The treuth he sall Instruct ȝow all.
To my father Celestiall.
Thy Mediator trew sall be thair
And send to the my Spreit I sall,
To giue the consolatioun,
In all thy tribulatioun,
The treuth he sall Instruct ȝow all.
My doing, leirning mair and les,
That leir and do vnfenȝeitlie,
For that dois Goddis Kirk Incres,
And his greit gloir dois Magnifie
Be war of men and thair command,
Quhilk me and my word do ganestand.
My last will heir I leif to the.
That leir and do vnfenȝeitlie,
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And his greit gloir dois Magnifie
Be war of men and thair command,
Quhilk me and my word do ganestand.
My last will heir I leif to the.
FINIS.
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