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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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[Richt soir opprest I am with panis smart]
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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[Richt soir opprest I am with panis smart]

Richt soir opprest I am with panis smart
Baith nicht and day makand my woful mone

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To God for my misdeid quhilk hes my hart,
Put in sa greit distres with wo begone,
Bot gif he send me sum remeid anone
I list not lang my lyfe for till Indure,
Bot to the deid bowne cairfull Creature.
I can not do my detfull obseruance,
Till him that heuin & all the warld suld dreid,
Auld Adame is the caus of this mischance,
And turnis oft my faith in wickit deid,
War not the deid of Christ was my remeid,
I list not on my lyfe for till tak cure,
Bot to the deid bowne cairfull creature.
O God of gloir, quhais micht is infinite,
Grant me thy grace quhome sin haldis in thrall
To fecht aganis my fleshe quhilk hes the wyte
Of all my wo, and my appeirand fall,
Thow gaue command in neid on the to call,
And for thy Sonnis saik I suld be sure,
That thow suld saue all sinfull creature.
Remember Lord, my greit fragilitie,
Remember Lord, thy Sonnis passioun,
For I am borne with all iniqutie
And can not help my awin Saluatioun:
Thairfoir is my Iustificatioun,
Be Christ, quhilk cled him with my nature.
To saue from schame all sinfull creature.
O Lord sen thow thy word to me hes send,
Thow let it neuer returne to the in vaine,
Bot let me perseueir vnto the end.

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To my auld sin let me not turne againe:
For then bene far better into plaine,
Not till haue hard thy precept in Scripture,
Then knawand it, die cairfull creature.
FINIS.