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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Of the greit louing and blyithnes of Goddis word.
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Of the greit louing and blyithnes of Goddis word.
Lord God thy face and word of grace,
Hes lang bene hid be craft of men:
Quhill at the last, the nicht is past,
And we full weill thair falset ken:
We knaw perfyte, the haly wryte,
Thairfoir be gloir and praise to the:
Quhilk did vs giue, this tyme to liue,
Thy word trew preichit for to se.
Hes lang bene hid be craft of men:
Quhill at the last, the nicht is past,
And we full weill thair falset ken:
We knaw perfyte, the haly wryte,
Thairfoir be gloir and praise to the:
Quhilk did vs giue, this tyme to liue,
Thy word trew preichit for to se.
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Our barnis now weill knawis how,
To worschip God with seruice trew:
Quhilk mony ȝeir our fatheris deir,
Allace thairfoir full fair misknew.
Ȝit God did feid, his chosin in deid.
As Noe, and Lot, and mony mo:
And had respect, to his elect,
How euer the blind warld did go,
To worschip God with seruice trew:
Quhilk mony ȝeir our fatheris deir,
Allace thairfoir full fair misknew.
Ȝit God did feid, his chosin in deid.
As Noe, and Lot, and mony mo:
And had respect, to his elect,
How euer the blind warld did go,
Sen throw thy strenth, thy word at lenth,
Is preichit cleir befoir our ene:
Be ȝit gude Lord, misericord,
To them quhilk ȝit dissuint bene,
And nocht dois knaw bot mennis law,
To thair greit dampnatioun:
Teiche them fra hand to vnderstand
Thy word to thair Saluatioun.
Is preichit cleir befoir our ene:
Be ȝit gude Lord, misericord,
To them quhilk ȝit dissuint bene,
And nocht dois knaw bot mennis law,
To thair greit dampnatioun:
Teiche them fra hand to vnderstand
Thy word to thair Saluatioun.
Quha wald be saif, first this mon haue,
To knaw thair sin, syne trow in Christ:
Big on this ground let lufe abound,
With pacience, prayer, hope and traist,
On God thow call thank him of all,
To serue thy Nichtdour giue thy cure:
Thy conscience fre mon euer be,
This can giue the na creature.
To knaw thair sin, syne trow in Christ:
Big on this ground let lufe abound,
With pacience, prayer, hope and traist,
On God thow call thank him of all,
To serue thy Nichtdour giue thy cure:
Thy conscience fre mon euer be,
This can giue the na creature.
Thow Lord abone mon giue alone,
Thir giftis for thy haly Name:
Quha will thair hart to Christ conuert,
Na man can do them skaith nor schame,
Thocht Paip or King wald sa maling,
To mak the word of God forlorne:
Thair strenth sall faill and not preuaill,
Thocht thay the contrair all had sworne.
Thir giftis for thy haly Name:
Quha will thair hart to Christ conuert,
Na man can do them skaith nor schame,
Thocht Paip or King wald sa maling,
To mak the word of God forlorne:
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Thocht thay the contrair all had sworne.
Lord let thy hand help in all land,
That thy Elect conuertit be:
Thy word to leir quhilk now darsweir,
That thy word is bot herisie.
Thay giue thy word a fals record,
Quhilk neuer hard the veritie:
Nor neuer it red bot blindlingis led,
With Doctouris of Idolatrie.
That thy Elect conuertit be:
Thy word to leir quhilk now darsweir,
That thy word is bot herisie.
Thay giue thy word a fals record,
Quhilk neuer hard the veritie:
Nor neuer it red bot blindlingis led,
With Doctouris of Idolatrie.
The tyme is now but dout I trow,
Quhilk Paule did prophecie in writ
Thocht heuin and eird suld ga areird,
Thy word sall stand fast and perfite.
Thocht that maist part indure thair hart
Setting thair strenth thy word againe:
Repent thay nocht thay salbe brocht
Eternally to hellis paine.
Quhilk Paule did prophecie in writ
Thocht heuin and eird suld ga areird,
Thy word sall stand fast and perfite.
Thocht that maist part indure thair hart
Setting thair strenth thy word againe:
Repent thay nocht thay salbe brocht
Eternally to hellis paine.
Our Sauiour and Gouernour,
Is Christ, quhais bludie woundis wyde:
Redemit hes from all distres,
Sinneris that will on him confide
To him be gloir for euer moir,
To vs quhilk hes ane promeis maid:
Us to conuoy from paine to ioy,
Baith in our lyfe and in our deid.
Is Christ, quhais bludie woundis wyde:
Redemit hes from all distres,
Sinneris that will on him confide
To him be gloir for euer moir,
To vs quhilk hes ane promeis maid:
Us to conuoy from paine to ioy,
Baith in our lyfe and in our deid.
We hope and traist the haly Gaist,
Sall not forȝet vs in our neid:
Sawe thy word with one accord
Hald in our hart our saull to feid.
Let vs not mis thy gloir and blis,
Quhen fra this wretch it lyfe we wend:
Grant vs thy grace to die in peace,
And perseueir vnto the end.
Sall not forȝet vs in our neid:
Sawe thy word with one accord
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Let vs not mis thy gloir and blis,
Quhen fra this wretch it lyfe we wend:
Grant vs thy grace to die in peace,
And perseueir vnto the end.
FINIS.
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