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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The Lamentatioun of a Sinner.
O Lord in thee is all my trust,
giue eare vnto my wofull cry:
Refuse me not that am vniust,
bot bowing doun thy heauenly eye.
Behald how I do still lament,
my sinnes quhairin I do offend:
O Lord for thame sall I be shent.
sen thee to please I do intend.
giue eare vnto my wofull cry:
Refuse me not that am vniust,
bot bowing doun thy heauenly eye.
Behald how I do still lament,
my sinnes quhairin I do offend:
O Lord for thame sall I be shent.
sen thee to please I do intend.
No, no, not so thy will is bent,
to deale with sinners in thyne ire:
Bot quhen in hart thay sall repent,
thow grantst with speid thair iust desyre:
To the thairfoir still sall I cry
To washe a way my sinfull cryme:
Thy blude (O Lord) is not ȝit dry
bot that thow may help me in tyme
to deale with sinners in thyne ire:
Bot quhen in hart thay sall repent,
thow grantst with speid thair iust desyre:
To the thairfoir still sall I cry
To washe a way my sinfull cryme:
Thy blude (O Lord) is not ȝit dry
bot that thow may help me in tyme
For quhy whill I on eirth remaine,
opprest allace with wo and greif;
My febill hart plunged in paine,
doth sigh and sew for thy releif
Sweit Christ will thow not then appeir,
to comfort thame that comfort laike
Will thow not bow thyne eir to heir,
Lord Iesus cum and be not slake.
opprest allace with wo and greif;
My febill hart plunged in paine,
doth sigh and sew for thy releif
Sweit Christ will thow not then appeir,
to comfort thame that comfort laike
Will thow not bow thyne eir to heir,
Lord Iesus cum and be not slake.
For then sall thyne ressaue thair rest:
thair ioy. thair blys, thair perfite peice
And se thy face of treasure best,
O Lord that dois our ioyes incres
Then sall thow giue those Nobilll crownes
Quhilk thine awin blud hes deirly bocht
Then sall those Psalmes and hie Renownes
Begeuin in grace most richely wrocht.
thair ioy. thair blys, thair perfite peice
O Lord that dois our ioyes incres
Then sall thow giue those Nobilll crownes
Quhilk thine awin blud hes deirly bocht
Then sall those Psalmes and hie Renownes
Begeuin in grace most richely wrocht.
Then sall thy Saintes redemed deir,
from baill to blys remoued be:
And sweitest Christ, thy sweit voyce heir
cum vnto me Babes cum to me.
Cum Reigne in ioye Eternallie,
cum reigne in blys that hes na end,
Cum thairfoir Lord, cum Christ we pray,
our pressed greif with speid amend.
from baill to blys remoued be:
And sweitest Christ, thy sweit voyce heir
cum vnto me Babes cum to me.
Cum Reigne in ioye Eternallie,
cum reigne in blys that hes na end,
Cum thairfoir Lord, cum Christ we pray,
our pressed greif with speid amend.
Haste thee (O Lord) haste thee I say,
to powre on me the giftes of grace:
That quhen this lyfe must flit away,
in heuin with the I may haue place
Quhair thow dost reigne Eternally,
with God quhilk once did doun thee send
Quhair Angels sings continually,
to thee be praise warld without end
to powre on me the giftes of grace:
That quhen this lyfe must flit away,
in heuin with the I may haue place
Quhair thow dost reigne Eternally,
with God quhilk once did doun thee send
Quhair Angels sings continually,
to thee be praise warld without end
So be it.
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Heir followis the Catechisme put in meter, to be sung with the tune, and first the ten Commandementis.
Moyses vpon the Mont Sinay,
With the greit God spak face for face,
Fastand and prayand but delay,
The tyme of fourtie day is space,
O God be mercyfull to vs.
With the greit God spak face for face,
Fastand and prayand but delay,
The tyme of fourtie day is space,
O God be mercyfull to vs.
And God gaue him ther ten Commandis,
To teiche mankinde euerie one,
And wrait them with his awin handis
Twyse on twa Tobillis maid of stone,
O God be mercyfull to vs.
To teiche mankinde euerie one,
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Twyse on twa Tobillis maid of stone,
O God be mercyfull to vs.
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I am thy God all allanerlie,Serue me in feir and faith thairfoir,
Worschip na kinde of Imagerie,
And giue na creature my gloir,
O God be mercyfull to vs.
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Tak not the Name of God in vaine,Bot let ȝonr talk be nay and ȝe
Except ane Iudge do ȝow constraine,
To testifie the veritie.
O God be mercyfull to vs.
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Wirk na euill wark on haly day,Fle from all sinfull lust and sleuth,
Walk and be sober, fast and pray,
Heir him that preiche the word of treuth
O God be mercyfull to vs.
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Honour thy Elders, and them supplie,Gif that thair neid of thee requyre,
Obey all Iudges in their degre.
Old and onir the to haue Impyre,
O God be mercyfull to vs.
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Thow sall not stay in na kin wyse,In counsell, thocht, nor outward deid,
Be thow ane Iudge, or ou ane Syse,
In Iudgement ordourly proceid,
O God be mercyfull to vs.
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Commit na kinde of Licherie,Bot leif one chaist and sober lyfe,
Want thow the gift of Chaistitie
Burne not in lust, bot wed ane wyfe.
O God be mercyfull to vs.
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Commit na thift, na man thow reif,Leif on thy wage, thy rent or wark,
Hald na manis geir, let nane the craif,
Beg not, and thow be haill and stark,
O God be mercyfull to vs.
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Beir na witnes with fals report,In contrair Iust and richteous men,
Defame na man in ony sort,
Suppois his fault or vice thow ken,
O God be mercyfull to vs.
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Thy Nichtbouris wyfe, hous, heritage,Thow couet not to the or wis,
His hors his Oxe, his Mayd nor Page,
Nor ony gudis that is his,
O God be mercyfull to vs.
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Our poysound nature (allace thairfoir)Can neuer mair this Law fulfill,
Bot grenand God ay moir and moir,
And can not wirk his godly will.
O God be mercyfull to vs.
Then quhy to vs gaue God this Law?
The quhilk be na way we can keip,
That we be it our Sin suld knaw,
Repent and mend, and for it weip,
O God be mercyfull to vs.
The quhilk be na way we can keip,
That we be it our Sin suld knaw,
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O God be mercyfull to vs.
Trew Faith in Christ wirkand be lufe,
Sall saue vs from the fyre of hell.
Thocht Goddis Angell wald vs reprufe
As fals and curst ȝe him expell,
O God be mercyfull to vs.
Sall saue vs from the fyre of hell.
Thocht Goddis Angell wald vs reprufe
As fals and curst ȝe him expell,
O God be mercyfull to vs.
Of our Beleif.
We trow in God allanerlie,
Full of all micht and Maiestie.
Maker of hein and eird sa braid
Quhilk hes him self our Father maid
And we his Sonnis ar in deid,
He will vs keip in all our neid
Baith saull and body to defend.
That na mischance sall vs offend,
He takis cure baith day and nicht,
To saue vs throw his godly micht
Fra Sathains subteltie and flicht.
Full of all micht and Maiestie.
Maker of hein and eird sa braid
Quhilk hes him self our Father maid
And we his Sonnis ar in deid,
He will vs keip in all our neid
Baith saull and body to defend.
That na mischance sall vs offend,
He takis cure baith day and nicht,
To saue vs throw his godly micht
Fra Sathains subteltie and flicht.
We trow in Iesus Christ his Sone,
God lyke in gloir, our Lord alone.
Quhilk for his mercy and his grace,
Wald man be borne to mak our peace
Of Mary Mother Uirgin chaist
Consauit be the haly Gaist.
And for our saik on croce did die,
Fra Sin and hell to mak vs fre.
And rais from deith (throw his Godheid
Our Mediator and our remeid,
Sall cum to Iudge baith quick and deid.
God lyke in gloir, our Lord alone.
Quhilk for his mercy and his grace,
Wald man be borne to mak our peace
Of Mary Mother Uirgin chaist
Consauit be the haly Gaist.
And for our saik on croce did die,
Fra Sin and hell to mak vs fre.
And rais from deith (throw his Godheid
Our Mediator and our remeid,
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We trow in God the haly Spreit,
In all distres our comfort sweit,
We trow the Kirk Catholick be.
And faithfull Christin companie
Throw all the warld with ane accord,
Remissioun of our Sin we trow,
And this same flesche that leuis now
Sall stand vp at the latter day,
And bruik Eternall lyfe for ay.
In all distres our comfort sweit,
We trow the Kirk Catholick be.
And faithfull Christin companie
Throw all the warld with ane accord,
Remissioun of our Sin we trow,
And this same flesche that leuis now
Sall stand vp at the latter day,
And bruik Eternall lyfe for ay.
FINIS.
[Ovr Father God Omnipotent]
Ovr Father God Omnipotent,
Quhen Christ thy Sone was heir present,
He had vs euer pray to the,
(Becaus we knew not for to pray)
He leirnit vs quhat we suld say.
Syne hecht to heir vs mercyfullie.
Quhen Christ thy Sone was heir present,
He had vs euer pray to the,
(Becaus we knew not for to pray)
He leirnit vs quhat we suld say.
Syne hecht to heir vs mercyfullie.
Sen the to call, is thy command,
Thyne awin wordis then vnderstand,
Quhilk thow hes promeist for till heir,
Behald not my vnrichteousnes,
Bot luke till Christis richteousnes
And with thy faith my Spreit vp steir.
Thyne awin wordis then vnderstand,
Quhilk thow hes promeist for till heir,
Behald not my vnrichteousnes,
Bot luke till Christis richteousnes
And with thy faith my Spreit vp steir.
Lord thow will haue allanerlie,
[illeg.]schip in Spreit and veritie,
[illeg.] to nane vther giue thy gloir.
Thy Name then let vs lufe mid meid,
And call on it in all our neid,
And thank and loue the euermoir.
[illeg.]schip in Spreit and veritie,
[illeg.] to nane vther giue thy gloir.
Thy Name then let vs lufe mid meid,
And call on it in all our neid,
And thank and loue the euermoir.
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Destroy the Deuill, his Realme and Reigne
Quhilk of this warld is Prince and King,
And let thy Gospell be our gyde,
Conforme our lyfe efter thy word
That we may reigne for euer (O Lord)
In thy Kinrik with the to byde.
Quhilk of this warld is Prince and King,
And let thy Gospell be our gyde,
Conforme our lyfe efter thy word
That we may reigne for euer (O Lord)
In thy Kinrik with the to byde.
God grant that we may wirk thy will,
In eird thy plesure to fulfill,
Siclyke as in the heuin Impyre,
And quhat that euer we tak on hand,
May be conforme to thy command,
And nathing efter our desyre.
In eird thy plesure to fulfill,
Siclyke as in the heuin Impyre,
And quhat that euer we tak on hand,
May be conforme to thy command,
And nathing efter our desyre.
Giue vs this day our daylie breid,
And all thing that thow hes maid,
For mennis sustentatioun,
And all thing quhairof we haue neid,
Our saull and body for to feid,
But sleuth or solistatioun.
And all thing that thow hes maid,
For mennis sustentatioun,
And all thing quhairof we haue neid,
Our saull and body for to feid,
But sleuth or solistatioun.
Forgiue our sinnis, and our trespas,
For Christis saik, quhilk geuin was,
To deid for our Redemptioun,
As we forgiue all Creature,
Offendand vs baith riche and pure,
Hartfully without exemptioun.
For Christis saik, quhilk geuin was,
To deid for our Redemptioun,
As we forgiue all Creature,
Offendand vs baith riche and pure,
Hartfully without exemptioun.
Defend vs from temptatioun,
The feind and his [illeg.]
The warld sa fals the }terab{ill }fl{esche:
Safe vs from schame, and from dispair,
[OMITTED] and [illeg.]llatis lair,
And Deuillis doctrine mair or les.
The feind and his [illeg.]
The warld sa fals the }terab{ill }fl{esche:
Safe vs from schame, and from dispair,
[OMITTED] and [illeg.]llatis lair,
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Deliuer vs from euillis all,
Baith Spirituall and Corporall,
And grant vs grace quhen we sall die
And fra this present lyfe we wend,
That we may mak ane blyssit end,
Syne reigne with the Eternallie.
Baith Spirituall and Corporall,
And grant vs grace quhen we sall die
And fra this present lyfe we wend,
That we may mak ane blyssit end,
Syne reigne with the Eternallie.
Power nor gloir, Impyre nor tryne,
Is nane in heuin, nor eirth bot thyne,
And euer mair sall sa remaine
Thairfoir thow may, and wil releue
All them that can in Christ beleue,
From deid, the deuill, and hellis paine.
Is nane in heuin, nor eirth bot thyne,
And euer mair sall sa remaine
Thairfoir thow may, and wil releue
All them that can in Christ beleue,
From deid, the deuill, and hellis paine.
FINIS.
The effect of the Sacrament of Baptisme, and first institutioun thairof, declaring alswa quhat singular comfort we obtene be the samin.
Christ baptist was be Iohne in Iordan flude
For to fulfil for vs all richteousnes,
And our Baptisme dotit with Sanctitude,
And greit vertew: to wesche our sinfulnes
To drowne the deid, and hell for to oppres
Quhen Goddis word with water Ioynit be,
Throw Faith to gif vs life Eternallie.
For to fulfil for vs all richteousnes,
And our Baptisme dotit with Sanctitude,
And greit vertew: to wesche our sinfulnes
To drowne the deid, and hell for to oppres
Quhen Goddis word with water Ioynit be,
Throw Faith to gif vs life Eternallie.
For our waiknes God of his mercy sweit,
To strenth our Faith ordand this Sacrament
In Name of Father, Sone and holy Spreit,
To wesche our body, and in our minde to prent
That worde and water outward represent,
Throw wirking of the Spirit into our hart,
That Christis blude weschis away the sin (Inwart).
To strenth our Faith ordand this Sacrament
In Name of Father, Sone and holy Spreit,
To wesche our body, and in our minde to prent
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Throw wirking of the Spirit into our hart,
That Christis blude weschis away the sin (Inwart).
Our Baptisme is ane takin, and ane signe,
That auld Adame suld drownit be and die,
And grauit in the deid of Christ our King
To rise with him to life Eternallie,
That is, we suld our sin ay mortifie,
Resistand vice, leif haly, Iust and trew,
And throw the Spirit daylie our life renew.
That auld Adame suld drownit be and die,
And grauit in the deid of Christ our King
To rise with him to life Eternallie,
That is, we suld our sin ay mortifie,
Resistand vice, leif haly, Iust and trew,
And throw the Spirit daylie our life renew.
Be figure and be word, Christ did vs teiche,
The Fatheris voyce was hard say and full cleir
Iesus quhome I haue send my word to preiche
He is my weilbelouit Sone sa deir
In word, in wark allone ȝe fall him heir,
In him is all my plesure and delyte
To him I ȝow commit baith small and greit.
The Fatheris voyce was hard say and full cleir
Iesus quhome I haue send my word to preiche
He is my weilbelouit Sone sa deir
In word, in wark allone ȝe fall him heir,
In him is all my plesure and delyte
To him I ȝow commit baith small and greit.
The haly Gaist come downe to testifie,
His doctrine and his Baptisme to declare
In forme of dow, sat on him soberlie:
In our Baptisme to dout not nor dispair
Baith Father, Sone, and haly Gaist ar thair,
To be our gyde and Trinitie him sell,
Hes geuin in eird with vs to dwell.
His doctrine and his Baptisme to declare
In forme of dow, sat on him soberlie:
In our Baptisme to dout not nor dispair
Baith Father, Sone, and haly Gaist ar thair,
To be our gyde and Trinitie him sell,
Hes geuin in eird with vs to dwell.
Christ bad his Apostillis preiche to all creature
That thay with sin and hell war all forlorne.
Quha will beleue, and traist my wordis sure
And Bapteist is, and new againe is borne
And Sathan and his warkis hes forsworne
Thay sall be saif, and neuer mair sall die
Bot ting in gloir perpetuall with me.
That thay with sin and hell war all forlorne.
Quha will beleue, and traist my wordis sure
And Bapteist is, and new againe is borne
And Sathan and his warkis hes forsworne
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Bot ting in gloir perpetuall with me.
Quha will not this greit grace beleif, to hell
Salbe condempmt, with Eternall deid
Quhair Purgatorie and pardounis will not sell
And gude Intent, thair Pylate plicht and leid
Dum ceremoneis the quhilk themself hes maid
And vowis vaine, quhilk thay did neuer keip.
Sall gar thame gnashe thair teith & eyis weip,
Salbe condempmt, with Eternall deid
Quhair Purgatorie and pardounis will not sell
And gude Intent, thair Pylate plicht and leid
Dum ceremoneis the quhilk themself hes maid
And vowis vaine, quhilk thay did neuer keip.
Sall gar thame gnashe thair teith & eyis weip,
Our eine seis outward bot the watter cauld,
Bot our pure faith the power spirituall
Of Christis blude, inwart it dois behauld
Quhilk is ane leuand well Celestiall
Ȝit for to purge the penitent with all
Our natiue sin, in Adame to expell
And all trespas, committit be our sell.
Bot our pure faith the power spirituall
Of Christis blude, inwart it dois behauld
Quhilk is ane leuand well Celestiall
Ȝit for to purge the penitent with all
Our natiue sin, in Adame to expell
And all trespas, committit be our sell.
Our Baptisme is not done all on ane day,
Bot all our lyfe, it lestis Idenitie.
Remissioun of our sin, induris for ay,
For thocht we fall, throw grit fragylitie
The cunuand an is contract faithfullie
Be our grit God, at Font sall euer remaine,
Als oft as we repent, and sin refraine,
Bot all our lyfe, it lestis Idenitie.
Remissioun of our sin, induris for ay,
For thocht we fall, throw grit fragylitie
The cunuand an is contract faithfullie
Be our grit God, at Font sall euer remaine,
Als oft as we repent, and sin refraine,
We can not giue to God louing conding
For sa greit grace, and mercy Infinite
Quhilk Institute this Sacrament aud Sing.
Quhais greit vertew in veirs I can not dyte
Bot mony cunning Clerk of it dois wryte
Full Christianely, als the Catechisme buke,
Declaris at lenth, quha list to luke.
For sa greit grace, and mercy Infinite
Quhilk Institute this Sacrament aud Sing.
Quhais greit vertew in veirs I can not dyte
Bot mony cunning Clerk of it dois wryte
Full Christianely, als the Catechisme buke,
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The Supper of the Lord, and richt vse of it to be sung.
Ovr Sauiour Christ King of grace,
With God the Father maid our peace
And with his bludie woundis fell
Hes vs redemit from the Hell.
With God the Father maid our peace
And with his bludie woundis fell
Hes vs redemit from the Hell.
And he that we suld not forȝet
Gaue vs his body for to eit
In forme of breid, and gaue vs syne
His blude to drink in forme of wyne.
Gaue vs his body for to eit
In forme of breid, and gaue vs syne
His blude to drink in forme of wyne.
Quha will ressaue this Sacrament,
Suld haue trew faith, and sin repent,
Quha vsis it vnworthelie
Ressauis deid Eternallie.
Suld haue trew faith, and sin repent,
Quha vsis it vnworthelie
Ressauis deid Eternallie.
We suld to God giue praise and gloir
That sched his blude vs to restoir,
Eit this in his remembrance.
In signe of thy delyuerance.
That sched his blude vs to restoir,
Eit this in his remembrance.
In signe of thy delyuerance.
Thow suld not dout, bot fast beleue,
That Christis body sall releue
All them that ar in heuines
Repentand sair thair sinfulnes.
That Christis body sall releue
All them that ar in heuines
Repentand sair thair sinfulnes.
Sic grace and mercy nane can creif,
Bot thay that troublit hartis heif:
Feill thow then sin abstene thy sell.
Or thy rewaird sall be in hell.
Bot thay that troublit hartis heif:
Feill thow then sin abstene thy sell.
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Christ sayis, sinners cum vnto me,
Quhilk myster hes of my mercie:
Neidis thow nocht my Medicine
I lois my paine and trauell tyne.
Quhilk myster hes of my mercie:
Neidis thow nocht my Medicine
I lois my paine and trauell tyne.
Giue thow thy self thy Saull culd win,
In vaine I deit for thy sin:
My Supper is nocht graithit for the
Gif thow can mak thy self supplie.
In vaine I deit for thy sin:
My Supper is nocht graithit for the
Gif thow can mak thy self supplie.
Will thow thy sinfull life confes,
And with this wark thy faith expres:
Sa ar ȝe worthie small and greit
And it sall streuth ȝour faith perfite,
And with this wark thy faith expres:
Sa ar ȝe worthie small and greit
And it sall streuth ȝour faith perfite,
And thow sall thankfull be thairfoir
And loue thy God for euermoir
Thy Nichtbour lufe, and als supplie,
His neid, as Christ hes done for thee.
And loue thy God for euermoir
Thy Nichtbour lufe, and als supplie,
His neid, as Christ hes done for thee.
Certaine Graces to be sung or said befoir or efter meit.
[All meit and drink was creat be the Lord]
All meit and drink was creat be the Lord,Ressauit for to be with thankfulnes,
Til all faithful knawers of the trew word
To satisfie thair neid with sobernes.
All fude is gude, the quhilk God creat hes
And not to be refusit ony day
Only to God geuing the louing ay
Be prayer, and be Goddis word all meit
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Thairfoir we pray his godly Maiestie
To blys our meit and all our companie,
And saif vs fra exces and drunkinnes
Efter our meit to thank his gentilnes.
[Christ leirnit vs on God how we suld call]
Christ leirnit vs on God how we suld callAnd bad vs pray, syne hecht to heir vs all:
Our Father God quhilk is in heuin sa bie,
Thy glorious Name with vs mot hallowit be,
Let cum to vs thy Kingdome and thy gloir
Thy will mot be fulfillit euermoir.
In eird, as it is in heuin but variance,
Giue vs this day our daylie sustenance
Forgiue our dettis for Christis paine and smart,
As we forgiue our detteris with our hart
And leid vs not into temptatioun,
Bot for Christ Iesus bitter passioun
Delyuer vs from euillis Spirituall
And corporall, now and perpetuall.
Saif vs gude Lord for thy promeis deuyne,
For Kingdome, power, gloir and all is thyne.
[We thank our God baith kynde and liberall]
We thank our God baith kynde and liberallHis grace and mercy dois euer Indure,
He geuis sustentatioun to vs all.
To man and beist, and euerie creature,
And he allone, dois feid baith riche and pure.
Thairfoir to God be gloir allanerlie,
Throw Iesus Christ, we thank him hartfullie.
[All Creature on the Lord dependis]
All Creature on the Lord dependis,Thair sustenance for to ressaue of the.
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Thow oppinnis furth thy hand full graciously
And satisfyis all flesche aboundantly,
Blys vs gude Lord into thir giftis gude,
Quhilk thow hes geuin to be our daylie fude.
[To our gude God, of warldis Lord and King]
To our gude God, of warldis Lord and King,Full of mercy only trew and wyse,
Be louing, honour, gloir, without ending
Kingdome, Impyre, hiest renoun and pryse,
With mynde and mouth, giue we ane thousand syse,
All gloir to him, quhilk alone worthie is,
Asking for Christ to bring vs to his blis.
[We thank the God of thy gudnes]
We thank the God of thy gudnes,
Throw Iesus Christ our gracious Lord
For thy greit mercy and gentilnes
Quhilk teidis vs with thy sweit word,
Sen all that euer tuke lyfe of the
Thow satisfyis aboundantlie,
We praise the all with ane accord.
Throw Iesus Christ our gracious Lord
For thy greit mercy and gentilnes
Quhilk teidis vs with thy sweit word,
Sen all that euer tuke lyfe of the
Thow satisfyis aboundantlie,
We praise the all with ane accord.
As thow hes fed this sinfull flesche,
Quhilk sone sall die, and turne in asse:
Siclyke the sillie saull refresche
The quhilk Immortall creat was.
God for thy grace and mercy greit
Grant vs ane steidfast faith perfite,
And in thy gloir with the to pas.
Quhilk sone sall die, and turne in asse:
Siclyke the sillie saull refresche
The quhilk Immortall creat was.
God for thy grace and mercy greit
Grant vs ane steidfast faith perfite,
And in thy gloir with the to pas.
To God on heich be louing maist,
Quhilk lowsis sin allanerlie
Till all that will repent and traist
On Iesus Christ his Sone onlie,
Thow makis them thy Sone and air
Throw him thow will them saif from cair,
To quhome be gloir Eternallie.
Quhilk lowsis sin allanerlie
Till all that will repent and traist
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Thow makis them thy Sone and air
Throw him thow will them saif from cair,
To quhome be gloir Eternallie.
Certaine spirituall sangis, togidder with ane confessioun of sin, and ane prayer.
Sore I complaine of Sin,
And with King Dauid weip:
I feill my hart within
The wraith of God full deip,
I wyte my greit trespas
Is caus of all my wo,
Quhairwith God greuit was
Full sore and oft also.
And with King Dauid weip:
I feill my hart within
The wraith of God full deip,
I wyte my greit trespas
Is caus of all my wo,
Quhairwith God greuit was
Full sore and oft also.
O God I me confes,
Ane sinfull creature
Full of all wretchitnes
Fragill, vaine, vyle and pure.
Thair is na gude in me
Bot pryde, lust and desyre
And warldis vanitie,
The way to hellis fyre.
Ane sinfull creature
Full of all wretchitnes
Fragill, vaine, vyle and pure.
Thair is na gude in me
Bot pryde, lust and desyre
And warldis vanitie,
The way to hellis fyre.
Except God do me saue,
From hell and endles paine:
My sin will me dissaue:
Quhilk I can not refraine.
My only hope and traist
Help my fragillitie
My sinnes to detest
Resistand constantlie.
From hell and endles paine:
My sin will me dissaue:
Quhilk I can not refraine.
My only hope and traist
Help my fragillitie
My sinnes to detest
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O Cast me not away,
For my grit sinne o Lord
I grant my vices all:
Blasphemit hes thy word.
God for thy grit mercie
And Christis woundis wyde
Ane steidfast Faith grant me
Allone to be my gyde.
For my grit sinne o Lord
I grant my vices all:
Blasphemit hes thy word.
God for thy grit mercie
And Christis woundis wyde
Ane steidfast Faith grant me
Allone to be my gyde.
Christ Goddis Sone allone,
Uictour of deid and hell:
Thow tuke my nature one
My sinnis to expell,
And gaif thy self to plaige,
Me Catiue to conuoy:
To my richt heritage
From paine to heuinlie ioy.
Uictour of deid and hell:
Thow tuke my nature one
My sinnis to expell,
And gaif thy self to plaige,
Me Catiue to conuoy:
To my richt heritage
From paine to heuinlie ioy.
Thy seruand Lord defend,
Quhome thow hes bocht sa deir
Trew preichours to me send
Thy word to schaw me cleir,
Lat me my lyfe amend,
And thairin perseueir
Grant me ane blyssit end
Quhen I sall part from heir.
Quhome thow hes bocht sa deir
Trew preichours to me send
Thy word to schaw me cleir,
Lat me my lyfe amend,
And thairin perseueir
Grant me ane blyssit end
Quhen I sall part from heir.
O Lord God haly Spreit,
Full of benignitie
Trew Christis promeis sweit
Teiche me the veritie,
Expell my Ignorance
My sinnis mortilie
Grant me perseuerance
Unto the end trewlie.
Full of benignitie
Trew Christis promeis sweit
Teiche me the veritie,
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My sinnis mortilie
Grant me perseuerance
Unto the end trewlie.
FINIS.
Ane sang of our corrupt nature, and the only remeid thairof.
We wretchit sinners pure
Our sin hes vs forlorne:
Thairin all creature, consauit is and borne
Sin hes wrocht vs sic paine,
That we without remeid
Condempnit or and slane, to hell, the deuil & deid
Lord haue mercy on vs, Christ haue mercy. &c.
Our sin hes vs forlorne:
Thairin all creature, consauit is and borne
Sin hes wrocht vs sic paine,
That we without remeid
Condempnit or and slane, to hell, the deuil & deid
Lord haue mercy on vs, Christ haue mercy. &c.
Our warkis can nocht be
As dois the Law requyre:
Nor ȝit can satisfie, our Fatheris wraith and Ire
Na deid can mak vs fre
From our greit sinfulnes,
Bot Goddis Sone must die, for our vnrichteousnes.
Lord haue mercy on vs, Christ haue &c.
As dois the Law requyre:
Nor ȝit can satisfie, our Fatheris wraith and Ire
Na deid can mak vs fre
From our greit sinfulnes,
Bot Goddis Sone must die, for our vnrichteousnes.
Lord haue mercy on vs, Christ haue &c.
Or had not Christ bene send
Cled in our vyle nature,
Fra hell vs to defend, our deidly wound to cure.
And willingly to die,
Fra Sin to mak vs clene
We had Eternallie, In hell condampned bene,
Lord haue mercy on vs, Christ haue &c.
Cled in our vyle nature,
Fra hell vs to defend, our deidly wound to cure.
And willingly to die,
Fra Sin to mak vs clene
We had Eternallie, In hell condampned bene,
Lord haue mercy on vs, Christ haue &c.
Man now hes thy peace,
Sic lufe God schawis the
He takis the in his grace, his mortall Ennemie.
Throw Faith in Christ sa kynde,
Quhilk frely gaif him sell
On Croce for to be pynde, to saif vs fra the hell.
Lord haif mercy. Christ haif mercy. Lord. &c.
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He takis the in his grace, his mortall Ennemie.
Throw Faith in Christ sa kynde,
Quhilk frely gaif him sell
On Croce for to be pynde, to saif vs fra the hell.
Lord haif mercy. Christ haif mercy. Lord. &c.
This we suld euer beleue,
And nocht dispair for sin:
For hel cānot vs greue, the deid nor deuil thairin
We ar maid Iust and rycht
And fred from panis sore,
Throw christ ye Lord of micht, blissit for euermore
Lord haif mercy, Christ haif mercy, Lord. &c,
And nocht dispair for sin:
For hel cānot vs greue, the deid nor deuil thairin
We ar maid Iust and rycht
And fred from panis sore,
Throw christ ye Lord of micht, blissit for euermore
Lord haif mercy, Christ haif mercy, Lord. &c,
Thairfoir lat vs loue and pryse,
God the Father feruentlie.
We thank ane thousand syse, his sones Maiestie.
We pray the haly Gaist
Our sin to mortifie,
And not dispair, bot traist gods word maist faithfullie
Lord haif mercy, Christ haif mercy, &c.
God the Father feruentlie.
We thank ane thousand syse, his sones Maiestie.
We pray the haly Gaist
Our sin to mortifie,
And not dispair, bot traist gods word maist faithfullie
Lord haif mercy, Christ haif mercy, &c.
Ane sang of the fleshe and the Spirit.
All Christin men taktent and leir,
How saull and body is at weir:
Upon this eird baith lait and air
With cruell battell Identlie,
And nane may not ane vther fle.
The fleshe.
How saull and body is at weir:
Upon this eird baith lait and air
With cruell battell Identlie,
And nane may not ane vther fle.
The flesche said sen I haue haill,
I will in ȝouth with lustis daill:
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With Ioy I will my tyme ouirdriue
And will not with my lustis stryue.
The Spreit.
The Spreit said, thocht I charge the nocht
Dreid God, and haue his Law in thocht.
Thow hecht quhen thow to Font was brocht
Efter his Law lust to refraine
And not to wirk his word againe.
The fleshe.
The flesche said, I am stark and wicht,
To wacht gude wyne, fresche, cauld and bricht
And tak my plesure day and nicht,
With singing playing. and to dance
And set on sex and seuin the chance.
The Spreit.
The Spreit said, think on the riche man,
Quhilk all tune in his lustis ran,
Body and saull he loissit than
And sone was buryit into hell
As Christ Iesus hes said him sell.
The fleshe.
The flesche said, quhat hald I of this
Laser aneuch, and time thair is
In age for till amend my mis.
And from my vitious lyfe conuert
Quhen sadnes hes ouirset my hart.
The Spreit.
The Spreit said power thow hes uone
In ȝouth, nor ȝit in eild bygone
With twinkling of ane eye anone
God sall the tak at euin and morne
Na certaine tyme set the beforne.
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The flesche said, all time air and lait.
I se all warldlie wise estait
Hald lust vertew in thair consait
With thame I will persew my weird
Als lang as I leue on this eird.
The Spreit.
The Spreit said ȝit sall cum the day
The saull sall part the body fray:
Then quhat sall help thy game or play,
Quhen thow mon turnit be in As
As first in eird quhen thow maid was.
The fleshe.
The flesche said, thow hes vincust me.
I traist Eternall gloir to se:
Christ grant that I may cum thairby,
Now will I to my God returne,
Repent my sin, richt soir I murne.
The Spreit.
The Spreit said nane to schame I driue,
Ane contrite hart help God aliue
The flesche mon die, with paine and striue,
For it was borne to that Intent,
In eird with wormes to be rent.
The fleshe.
The flesche said, O Lord God of peace,
Help me to turne, throw Christis grace,
O holy Gaist my faith Incres.
{That} I may thoill this cirdly noy.
My hope is in Eternall Ioy.
The Spreit.
The [illeg.] now I haue my micht,
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Thow saue me from the deuillis net
Thairfoir thow on the Croce was plet.
The Dyter.
Now hes this Ballat heir ane end,
God grant Ilk man his hart sa kend.
To sin na mair, syne to Christ wend,
Than sall he turne againe to vs,
And giue vs his Eternall blys.
FINIS.
Ane sang of the Croce, and the frute thairof.
Cvm heir sayis Goddis Sone to me
Sinneris, that heuie ladin be,
I will ȝour sillie Saull refresche,
Cum ȝoung and auld baith man and wyfe
I will ȝow giue Eternall lyfe,
Thocht troublit heir sair be ȝour flesche.
Sinneris, that heuie ladin be,
I will ȝour sillie Saull refresche,
Cum ȝoung and auld baith man and wyfe
I will ȝow giue Eternall lyfe,
Thocht troublit heir sair be ȝour flesche.
My ȝok is sweit, my burding small,
Quha drawis efter me thay sall
Eschaip Eternall deid and fyre:
For I sall help them in thair draucht,
That thay sall cum as I haue taucht
To gloir and Ioy, and heuin Impyre.
Quha drawis efter me thay sall
Eschaip Eternall deid and fyre:
For I sall help them in thair draucht,
That thay sall cum as I haue taucht
To gloir and Ioy, and heuin Impyre.
Quhat I haue teichit lait and air,
Quhat I hane tholit les and mair:
That preis ȝow euer to fulfill
And thocht ȝour flesche be heir opprest,
Ȝit all thing wirk sall for the best
For sa is richt and Goddis will.
Quhat I hane tholit les and mair:
That preis ȝow euer to fulfill
And thocht ȝour flesche be heir opprest,
Ȝit all thing wirk sall for the best
For sa is richt and Goddis will.
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The warld wald sauit be and faine,
And cum to gloir but Croce or paine
Quhilk Christis flock must suffer heir
Bot paine thair is nane vther way,
To cum to gloir, and put away
Eternall hellis paine but peir.
And cum to gloir but Croce or paine
Quhilk Christis flock must suffer heir
Bot paine thair is nane vther way,
To cum to gloir, and put away
Eternall hellis paine but peir.
That the faithfull must the Croce Indure,
Witnes beiris all creature,
Subdewit vnto vanitie:
Quha will not thoill in Christis Name,
The Deuill sall wirk him sir ane schame{,}
With peirles paine perpetuallie.
Witnes beiris all creature,
Subdewit vnto vanitie:
Quha will not thoill in Christis Name,
The Deuill sall wirk him sir ane schame{,}
With peirles paine perpetuallie.
To day ane man is fresche and fair,
The morne he lyis seik and sair,
Syne dulefully domeit to deid
Euin lyke as in the feild ane flour
The day is sweit, the morne is sour:
Sa all this wretchit warld sall faid,
The morne he lyis seik and sair,
Syne dulefully domeit to deid
Euin lyke as in the feild ane flour
The day is sweit, the morne is sour:
Sa all this wretchit warld sall faid,
The godles dreidis sair to die,
Bot quhen he can na farther flee,
And faine his sinfull lyfe wald mend
Thay grip sa fast his geir to get,
The sillie saull is quyte forȝet.
Quhill haistely gais out his aind.
Bot quhen he can na farther flee,
And faine his sinfull lyfe wald mend
Thay grip sa fast his geir to get,
The sillie saull is quyte forȝet.
Quhill haistely gais out his aind.
Quhen he persauis na remeid,
Then greuously he gais to deid:
And gruncheand geuis vp the Gaist,
Sair I suspect God do accuse
His Sectouris, and him self refuse.
That sa vnfaithfully deceist.
Then greuously he gais to deid:
And gruncheand geuis vp the Gaist,
Sair I suspect God do accuse
His Sectouris, and him self refuse.
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The riche man, helpis not his gude,
The Nobill not his Royall blude,
For thay sall baith thair quarrell tyne
Thocht ane had all this warid sa wyde,
Ȝit he sall die with dule and pyne,
With golde and precious stanis of pryde.
The Nobill not his Royall blude,
For thay sall baith thair quarrell tyne
Thocht ane had all this warid sa wyde,
Ȝit he sall die with dule and pyne,
With golde and precious stanis of pryde.
Knawledge concernis not the Clerk.
Nor Hypocrite his haly wark:
Bot thay but dout with deid mon dwell.
Quha will not haill to Christ him giue
Quhill in this present lyfe he liue,
For euer mair sall die in hell.
Nor Hypocrite his haly wark:
Bot thay but dout with deid mon dwell.
Quha will not haill to Christ him giue
Quhill in this present lyfe he liue,
For euer mair sall die in hell.
Mark weill thairfoir my Sonnis sweit,
How Christis croce is for ȝow meit:
O moue ȝow not in mynde thairfoir,
Bot at his word stand steidfastlie,
And with him suffer pacientlie,
Gif ȝe wald enter in his gloir.
How Christis croce is for ȝow meit:
O moue ȝow not in mynde thairfoir,
Bot at his word stand steidfastlie,
And with him suffer pacientlie,
Gif ȝe wald enter in his gloir.
Do gude for euill, and leid ȝour lyfe,
Without reprufe, but pryde or stryfe,
And thoill the warldis wraith to rage,
O enter be that narow rod
Giue gloir and vengeance vnto God,
And he thair cruell Ire sall swage.
Without reprufe, but pryde or stryfe,
And thoill the warldis wraith to rage,
O enter be that narow rod
Giue gloir and vengeance vnto God,
And he thair cruell Ire sall swage.
Quhen that ȝour flesche lies all the will?
And may ȝour lustis all fulfill,
Ȝe ar but dout the feindis pray:
God sendis ȝow the Croce thairfoir,
To mortifie ȝour flesche so foir,
To saif ȝour sillie Saull for ay.
And may ȝour lustis all fulfill,
Ȝe ar but dout the feindis pray:
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To mortifie ȝour flesche so foir,
To saif ȝour sillie Saull for ay.
And quhen this schort paine to ȝow greif,
Than think on hell the lang mischeif,
Quhair mony ane for ay sall murne,
And saull and body sall remaine,
For euermoir with cruell paine,
Endles for ay without returne.
Than think on hell the lang mischeif,
Quhair mony ane for ay sall murne,
And saull and body sall remaine,
For euermoir with cruell paine,
Endles for ay without returne.
Bot he sall efter warldly pyne,
Reioyce with Christ, withouttin fyne,
Quhair na myndis memoriall
Can think, nor toung can tell the tryne,
Nor haue the gloir quhilk sall propyne,
That michtie Lord vnto vs all,
Reioyce with Christ, withouttin fyne,
Quhair na myndis memoriall
Can think, nor toung can tell the tryne,
Nor haue the gloir quhilk sall propyne,
That michtie Lord vnto vs all,
For quhat Eternall God of peace,
Hes promeist throw his Spreit of grace,
And syne sworne be his haly Name:
That he sall hald baith trew and sune,
God grant that we may se his Throne,
Throw faith in Iesus Christ, Amen.
Hes promeist throw his Spreit of grace,
And syne sworne be his haly Name:
That he sall hald baith trew and sune,
God grant that we may se his Throne,
Throw faith in Iesus Christ, Amen.
Ane Consolatioun in aduersitie of the Scripture.
Blissit is he quhome God dois correct,Thairfoir his scurge se thow not neglect:
For he it is, quhilk geuis wan and wound,
And suddanly he will mak haill and sound.
He will the stryke with his maist fatherly wand,
Syne the releue with his maist mercyfull hand.
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And the returne, thocht thow to graue wer gone.
And will the sone bring into pouertie,
Syne giue the greit riches aboundantlie.
He will the set into a law degre,
Syne the exalt, that euerie man may se.
Quhome God ressauis to his Sone and air.
Him will he scurge with plagues sad and sair.
Thairfoir vnder the Croce thow perseueir,
Then as a Father sall God to the appeir.
Quha is ane Sone, and will not pacientlie
His Father thoill, with all humilitie,
He schawis him as he wer bastard borne,
And heritage fra him wer all forlorne.
And sen that we our fleschely Father dreid.
For eirdly thing our body for to feid,
How mekill mair our Father Spirituall
Suld we obey to lyfe perpetuall.
All croce appeiris presently distres,
Uoyde of all Ioy, bot full of painefulnes:
Bot efterwart it sall giue peace and rest,
Thocht for a tyme with paine we be opprest.
The paine that is now present schort and licht
And lestis bot a moment in our sicht,
Aboue measure sall wirk Eternall gloir,
In till our saull, behalding not thairfoir
The present paine, quhilk is befoir our ene,
Bot luke on that, quhilk now may not be sene
All Ioy esteme, my brether ane and all,
Quhen into diuers troublis ȝe do fall,
And knawis that of ȝour faith it is a preif,
To wirk in ȝow pacience for ȝour releif.
As of the Croce ȝe ar companȝeoun,
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Faithfull is God, and on ȝow hes pitie,
And will not thoill ȝow temptit for to be,
Aboue ȝour strenth, bot will quhen ȝe leist wene,
Giue ȝow sic grace, that ȝe sall weill sustene.
Iust mennis lyfe is in the Lordis hand,
Torment of deid may not them hald in band,
Thocht befoir men thay thoill aduersitie,
Thair hope is full of Immortalie.
God knawis Innocentis temptatioun,
To saif them fra thair greit vexatioun.
And sall ressaue againe the latter day,
The wickit for to burne in hell for ay.
FINIS.
The Forlorne Sone, as it is writtin in the xv. Chapter of Luk.
Sinners vnto my sang aduert,
Quhilk Christ into his Uangell kend,
And from ȝour sinfull lyfe conuert
Quhairwith ȝe do ȝour God offend,
For Christ in his sweit Parabill,
To saif vs is full plyabill,
Gif we repent and to him wend.
Quhilk Christ into his Uangell kend,
And from ȝour sinfull lyfe conuert
Quhairwith ȝe do ȝour God offend,
For Christ in his sweit Parabill,
To saif vs is full plyabill,
Gif we repent and to him wend.
Ane certaine man of riche substance
Had Sonnes twa to him full deir,
And sone with schort delyuerance,
The ȝoungest spak on this maneir:
Father giue me my part of geir,
Quhilk me belangis les and mair,
I will na mair be thirlit heir.
Had Sonnes twa to him full deir,
And sone with schort delyuerance,
The ȝoungest spak on this maneir:
Father giue me my part of geir,
Quhilk me belangis les and mair,
I will na mair be thirlit heir.
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The father did his gude deuyde,
Betuix them, bot the ȝoungest sone
Wald na mair with his father byde,
Bot tuke his part, and furth is gone:
In till ane strange and far countrie,
And leuand thair richt ryatouslie
He waistit all his geir anone.
Betuix them, bot the ȝoungest sone
Wald na mair with his father byde,
Bot tuke his part, and furth is gone:
In till ane strange and far countrie,
And leuand thair richt ryatouslie
He waistit all his geir anone.
Quhen all was gone, thair rais fra hand
Ane derth quhilk maid the vittell skant:
Baith far and neir throw all the land,
And he throw neid begouth to want:
Then to ane Citiȝenar he ȝeid,
Quhilk send him furth his swyne to feid,
For falt of fude he was full faut.
Ane derth quhilk maid the vittell skant:
Baith far and neir throw all the land,
And he throw neid begouth to want:
Then to ane Citiȝenar he ȝeid,
Quhilk send him furth his swyne to feid,
For falt of fude he was full faut.
He wald haue eitin with the swyne,
His houngrie stomak to fulfill:
Bot thocht he suld for hounger tyne,
ȝit nane wald giue him leif thairtill,
Quhen he come till him self againe,
This him alone, he culd complaine,
In till his mynde with mourning still.
His houngrie stomak to fulfill:
Bot thocht he suld for hounger tyne,
ȝit nane wald giue him leif thairtill,
Quhen he come till him self againe,
This him alone, he culd complaine,
In till his mynde with mourning still.
How mony seruandis for thair wage,
Hes fude into my fatheris hous.
And I for hounger die and rage,
Bot my father is gracious,
Thairfoir till him, I will me dres:
And schaw my sin and my distres,
And say with voyce full pitious.
Hes fude into my fatheris hous.
And I for hounger die and rage,
Bot my father is gracious,
Thairfoir till him, I will me dres:
And schaw my sin and my distres,
And say with voyce full pitious.
O Father I haue bene to bauld,
Sinnand contrair the heuin and the,
And not worthie that men me hauld,
Na mair thy Sone in ony degre:
As ane of thy seruandis me mak,
With that he did his Iornay tak
Hame till his father haistelie.
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And not worthie that men me hauld,
Na mair thy Sone in ony degre:
As ane of thy seruandis me mak,
With that he did his Iornay tak
Hame till his father haistelie.
And quhen he come bot ȝit afar,
His father had compassioun,
And ran him till or he was war,
And gaue him consolation,
And in his armes he did him fang
And euer he kissit him amang,
With freindly Salutation{.}
His father had compassioun,
And ran him till or he was war,
And gaue him consolation,
And in his armes he did him fang
And euer he kissit him amang,
With freindly Salutation{.}
The sone said father of greit micht,
I knaw that I haue sinnit soir:
Contrair the heuin and thy sicht,
And I am worthie now no more
That ony me thy Sone suld call:
Bot his father full liberall,
Callit his seruandis him befoir:
I knaw that I haue sinnit soir:
Contrair the heuin and thy sicht,
And I am worthie now no more
That ony me thy Sone suld call:
Bot his father full liberall,
Callit his seruandis him befoir:
And kyndely to them can he say,
Ȝe bring me furth the best clething,
And cleith my Sone courtly and gay:
And on his finger ȝe put ane Ring,
Ȝe set on schone vpon his feit,
The quhilk ar trym and wounder meit,
That he be honest in all thing.
Ȝe bring me furth the best clething,
And cleith my Sone courtly and gay:
And on his finger ȝe put ane Ring,
Ȝe set on schone vpon his feit,
The quhilk ar trym and wounder meit,
That he be honest in all thing.
And slay that Calf quhilk now is maid
Sa fat, and let vs mak gude cheir,
For this my Sone the quhilk now was deid,
Againe on lyfe is haill and feir,
My Sone was loist, and now is found,
And they within ane lytill stound
Began to myrrie be but weir.
Sa fat, and let vs mak gude cheir,
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Againe on lyfe is haill and feir,
My Sone was loist, and now is found,
And they within ane lytill stound
Began to myrrie be but weir.
The Eldest to the feild was gone,
And quhen that he hame cummand wes:
And hard the menstraly anone,
The dansing and the great blyithnes,
Ane of his seruandis he did call
And said to him quhat menis all
This glaidnes, and this merynes.
And quhen that he hame cummand wes:
And hard the menstraly anone,
The dansing and the great blyithnes,
Ane of his seruandis he did call
And said to him quhat menis all
This glaidnes, and this merynes.
Then answerit he and said him till
Thy brother is cum hame againe,
Thairfoir his father hes gart kill
His weill fed Calf, and is full faine
That saif ressauit him hes be,
The Eldest wraith was and angrie,
And ȝeid not in throw greit disdaine:
Thy brother is cum hame againe,
Thairfoir his father hes gart kill
His weill fed Calf, and is full faine
That saif ressauit him hes be,
The Eldest wraith was and angrie,
And ȝeid not in throw greit disdaine:
And then come furth his father kynde,
And prayit him richt feruently,
Bot he answerit richt proude in mynde,
O father myne how lang haue I
Thy trew and faithfull seruand bene:
And neuer ȝit brak thy biddene,
Bot the obeyit faithfully.
And prayit him richt feruently,
Bot he answerit richt proude in mynde,
O father myne how lang haue I
Thy trew and faithfull seruand bene:
And neuer ȝit brak thy biddene,
Bot the obeyit faithfully.
Ȝit gaue thow nocht of thy riches,
Sa mekle as ane small Kyd to me,
That I micht mak sum mirrynes
And with my Lufaris blyith to be.
Bot now becaus is cum againe
Thy Sone quhilk waistit hes in vaine
Thy gudis into harlatrie.
Sa mekle as ane small Kyd to me,
That I micht mak sum mirrynes
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Bot now becaus is cum againe
Thy Sone quhilk waistit hes in vaine
Thy gudis into harlatrie.
That Calf quhilk fosterit was sa fair,
Thow hes gart kill at his plesour,
His father laid, my Sone and air,
Of all my riches and treasour.
Quhat euer I haue, all that is thyne,
And thow art euer with me and myne,
And all is haill into thy cure.
Thow hes gart kill at his plesour,
His father laid, my Sone and air,
Of all my riches and treasour.
Quhat euer I haue, all that is thyne,
And thow art euer with me and myne,
And all is haill into thy cure.
Thairfoir to vs it was full meit
For to reioyce, and blyith to be,
With all our hart and all our Spreit,
Thy brother saif and sound to se.
For he was loist, and now is win,
And he was deid from all his kin,
And now aliue againe is he.
For to reioyce, and blyith to be,
With all our hart and all our Spreit,
Thy brother saif and sound to se.
For he was loist, and now is win,
And he was deid from all his kin,
And now aliue againe is he.
Our God and father is full kynde,
To sinneris that ar penitent,
With all thair hart, and all thair mynde
Schawand warkis that thay repent,
And gif in Christis blude thay traist,
Then sall he neuer them detest.
Bot saif them that thay be not schent.
To sinneris that ar penitent,
With all thair hart, and all thair mynde
Schawand warkis that thay repent,
And gif in Christis blude thay traist,
Then sall he neuer them detest.
Bot saif them that thay be not schent.
FINIS.
Ane sang of the riche Gluttoun and pure Lazarus, as it is writtin in the xv. Chapter of Sanct Luk.
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Faithfvl in Christ vse ȝour riches richt,
Not to ȝour lust and Sensualitie:
Bot all tyme help ye pure with all ȝour micht
For in the frute sall knawin be the tre
And gude and euil sall baith rewardit be
With heuinly gloir, and hell sa terrabill,
To that effect spak Christ this parabill.
Not to ȝour lust and Sensualitie:
Bot all tyme help ye pure with all ȝour micht
For in the frute sall knawin be the tre
And gude and euil sall baith rewardit be
With heuinly gloir, and hell sa terrabill,
To that effect spak Christ this parabill.
Ane certaine man was riche, and coistly cled,
With purpour, Sylk, heich, and presumpteous,
And euerie day deliciously him fed,
Thair was alswa a pure hecht Lazarus:
Lay seik at the ȝet of this gluttounis hous.
Throw sairis smart he had ane peirles pyne,
And wantit fude, quhen he wald fainest dyne.
With purpour, Sylk, heich, and presumpteous,
And euerie day deliciously him fed,
Thair was alswa a pure hecht Lazarus:
Lay seik at the ȝet of this gluttounis hous.
Throw sairis smart he had ane peirles pyne,
And wantit fude, quhen he wald fainest dyne.
To satisfie his seikly appetyte,
He wald haue eitin of the crummis small,
Quhilk fell downe fra hie buird of greit delyte,
Bot nane to gif him was sa liberall:
The doggis did thair office naturall.
And oft thay did this catyue man refresche:
Likand the fylth furth of his laithly flesche.
He wald haue eitin of the crummis small,
Quhilk fell downe fra hie buird of greit delyte,
Bot nane to gif him was sa liberall:
The doggis did thair office naturall.
And oft thay did this catyue man refresche:
Likand the fylth furth of his laithly flesche.
It chancit sa this begger did deceis,
Syne caryit was be angels gracious
In abrahams bosome, in heuinly rest and peace
And this riche man that was sa Ryatous,
Deceiffit als, syne buryit glorious,
In hellis paine he lyftit vp his ene,
And fyne afar of abraham hes he sene.
Syne caryit was be angels gracious
In abrahams bosome, in heuinly rest and peace
And this riche man that was sa Ryatous,
Deceiffit als, syne buryit glorious,
In hellis paine he lyftit vp his ene,
And fyne afar of abraham hes he sene.
Quhen Lazarus he saw with him also
In his bosome, he said with drerie Spreit:
Father Abraham haue mercy on my wo,
Send Lazarus his finger for to weit,
And cuill my toung with cauld water and sweit,
For I am torment sair into this flame:
Then answerit him our father abraham.
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Father Abraham haue mercy on my wo,
Send Lazarus his finger for to weit,
And cuill my toung with cauld water and sweit,
For I am torment sair into this flame:
Then answerit him our father abraham.
Remember Sone, that thow ressauit hes,
Into thy lyfe, thy plesure in all thing.
And contrariwise Lazarus had distres,
Bot now he is in Ioy and comforting,
And thow art in wo and tormenting,
And als betuix vs thair is sa greit ane space,
That nane may cum till vther be na cace.
Into thy lyfe, thy plesure in all thing.
And contrariwise Lazarus had distres,
Bot now he is in Ioy and comforting,
And thow art in wo and tormenting,
And als betuix vs thair is sa greit ane space,
That nane may cum till vther be na cace.
And then he said O father, I the pray,
Unto my fathers hous thow wald him send
That he my fyue brether aduerteis may,
Leist they into this cairfull place discend.
Bot abraham said, let them repent and mend
And als thay haue the Prophetis & Moyses law
Let them heir them, gif yai the way wald knaw.
Unto my fathers hous thow wald him send
That he my fyue brether aduerteis may,
Leist they into this cairfull place discend.
Bot abraham said, let them repent and mend
And als thay haue the Prophetis & Moyses law
Let them heir them, gif yai the way wald knaw.
Bot he said nay, my father abraham kynde,
Gif ony to the quick ȝeid from the deid,
Trewly thay suld repent with hart and mynde,
Bot not the les abraham this answer maid,
Gif thay heir not the Law quhilk suld them leid
Then sall they nocht in ony wayis beleif
Thocht ane suld ryse from deid them to releif.
Gif ony to the quick ȝeid from the deid,
Trewly thay suld repent with hart and mynde,
Bot not the les abraham this answer maid,
Gif thay heir not the Law quhilk suld them leid
Then sall they nocht in ony wayis beleif
Thocht ane suld ryse from deid them to releif.
Unto the pure thairfoir be pietifull,
Quhill ȝe ar heir, schaw them ȝour cheritie,
Till freind and fa be all tyme mercyfull,
As ȝe forgiue ȝe sall forgeuin be,
Mortifie lust, and Sensualitie,
Conforme ȝow not to wardly pomp and pryde,
Dreid God, lufe man refraine lust at all tyde.
Quhill ȝe ar heir, schaw them ȝour cheritie,
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As ȝe forgiue ȝe sall forgeuin be,
Mortifie lust, and Sensualitie,
Conforme ȝow not to wardly pomp and pryde,
Dreid God, lufe man refraine lust at all tyde.
FINIS.
The principall pointis of the Passioun, shortlie correctit.
Help God the formar of all thing,
That to thy gloir may be my dyte,
Be baith at end and beginning
That I may mak ane sang perfyte
Of Iesus Christis passioun,
Sinneris only Saluatioun
As witnessis thy word in write.
That to thy gloir may be my dyte,
Be baith at end and beginning
That I may mak ane sang perfyte
Of Iesus Christis passioun,
Sinneris only Saluatioun
As witnessis thy word in write.
Thy word for euer sall remaine,
As in his buke wrytis Isay,
Baith heuin and eird sall turne againe,
Or thy trew word cum to decay.
Thow can not lyke ane man repent.
To change thy purpois or Intent:
Bot steidfast is thy word for ay.
As in his buke wrytis Isay,
Baith heuin and eird sall turne againe,
Or thy trew word cum to decay.
Thow can not lyke ane man repent.
To change thy purpois or Intent:
Bot steidfast is thy word for ay.
Iesus the fatheris word alone,
Discendit in ane Uirgine pure
With meruellis greit and mony one,
And be Iudas that fals tratour,
That Lambe for sober summe was sauld
And gaue his lyfe for caus he wald
Redeme all sinfull Creature.
Discendit in ane Uirgine pure
With meruellis greit and mony one,
And be Iudas that fals tratour,
That Lambe for sober summe was sauld
And gaue his lyfe for caus he wald
Redeme all sinfull Creature.
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Quhen eittin was the Pascall Lamb,
Christ tuke the breid his hand within,
Blyssing it brak it, gaue the same
Till his apostillis mair and min,
Eit that, for my body is this,
Quhilk for ȝour saikis geuin is,
In till remissioun of ȝour sin.
Christ tuke the breid his hand within,
Blyssing it brak it, gaue the same
Till his apostillis mair and min,
Eit that, for my body is this,
Quhilk for ȝour saikis geuin is,
In till remissioun of ȝour sin.
Siclyke he gaue them for to drink,
In wyne his blude, the quhilk was sched,
Upon his precious deid to think,
On him remembrance to be maid.
Quha eitis this blyssit Sacrament,
Worthely with trew Intent
Sall neuer se Eternall deid.
In wyne his blude, the quhilk was sched,
Upon his precious deid to think,
On him remembrance to be maid.
Quha eitis this blyssit Sacrament,
Worthely with trew Intent
Sall neuer se Eternall deid.
For caus thay knew him till depart,
Thay straif quha suld be ouerest:
Bot Iesus said with humbill hart,
Princes ar repute Nobilest,
The quhilk rewlis maist awfullie,
Sa amang ȝow it sall not be.
Bot quha is maist sall serue the leist.
Thay straif quha suld be ouerest:
Bot Iesus said with humbill hart,
Princes ar repute Nobilest,
The quhilk rewlis maist awfullie,
Sa amang ȝow it sall not be.
Bot quha is maist sall serue the leist.
Iesus wushe his apostillis feit,
Schawand exempill of lawlynes.
And chargit them with wordis sweit,
That lufe amang them suld Incres,
For thairby it suld cum to licht:
That ȝe ar my Discipulis richt,
Giue ȝe amang ȝow lufe posses,
Schawand exempill of lawlynes.
And chargit them with wordis sweit,
That lufe amang them suld Incres,
For thairby it suld cum to licht:
That ȝe ar my Discipulis richt,
Giue ȝe amang ȝow lufe posses,
Efter this prayer passit he,
And met the Iewes quhilk him socht,
Quhen thay had bound him cruellie,
Befoir the Iudges they him brocht.
First they him scurgit, and for scorne,
Him Crownit with ane Crowne of thorne,
Syne dampnit him to deid for nocht.
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Quhen thay had bound him cruellie,
Befoir the Iudges they him brocht.
First they him scurgit, and for scorne,
Him Crownit with ane Crowne of thorne,
Syne dampnit him to deid for nocht.
That Prince on Croce thay lyftit on hicht,
For our Redemptioun that thocht sa lang,
He said I thrist, with all my micht,
To saue mankynde fra panis strang.
He that all warldis was beforne,
Come downe of Mary to be borne,
For our trespas on croce he hang.
For our Redemptioun that thocht sa lang,
He said I thrist, with all my micht,
To saue mankynde fra panis strang.
He that all warldis was beforne,
Come downe of Mary to be borne,
For our trespas on croce he hang.
Then he his heid culd Inclyne,
As wrytis Iohne, and gaue the Gaist,
And of the Croce tane was syne,
And laid in graue bot sone in haist,
Leuand he rais on the thrid day,
And to his apostillis did say,
To them appeirit maist and leist.
As wrytis Iohne, and gaue the Gaist,
And of the Croce tane was syne,
And laid in graue bot sone in haist,
Leuand he rais on the thrid day,
And to his apostillis did say,
To them appeirit maist and leist.
And syne he did his apostillis teiche,
Throw all the warld for topas.
And till all Creature for to preiche,
As they of him Instructit was.
Quha Bapteist is, and will beleue,
Eternall deid sall not them greue,
Bot salbe sauit mair and les.
Throw all the warld for topas.
And till all Creature for to preiche,
As they of him Instructit was.
Quha Bapteist is, and will beleue,
Eternall deid sall not them greue,
Bot salbe sauit mair and les.
Sanct Luk wryting his assentioun,
Thocht present ay with vs he be,
As Scripture makis mentioun.
That is to say, with vs is he.
Be his sweit word, steidfast but faill
Contrair the quhilk can not preuaill,
Sathan nor hellis tyrannie.
Thocht present ay with vs he be,
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That is to say, with vs is he.
Be his sweit word, steidfast but faill
Contrair the quhilk can not preuaill,
Sathan nor hellis tyrannie.
Ane conforter to vs he did send,
Quhilk from the father did proceid
To gyde vs trewly to the end
In inwart thocht and outward deid,
Call on the Lord our gyde and licht.
To leid vs in his law full richt,
And be our help in all our neid.
Quhilk from the father did proceid
To gyde vs trewly to the end
In inwart thocht and outward deid,
Call on the Lord our gyde and licht.
To leid vs in his law full richt,
And be our help in all our neid.
Pray for all men in generall,
Suppois thay wirk vs richt or wrang.
Pray for ȝour Prince in speciall,
Thocht thay be Iust, or tyrannis strang.
Obey, for sa it aucht to be
In prison for the veritie,
Ane faithfull brother maid this sang.
Suppois thay wirk vs richt or wrang.
Pray for ȝour Prince in speciall,
Thocht thay be Iust, or tyrannis strang.
Obey, for sa it aucht to be
In prison for the veritie,
Ane faithfull brother maid this sang.
FINIS.
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.
Ane sang of the birth of Christ to be sung with the tune of Balulalow.
I come from heuin to tell,
The best nowellis that euer befell:
To ȝow thir tythingis trew I bring
And I will of them say and sing.
The best nowellis that euer befell:
To ȝow thir tythingis trew I bring
And I will of them say and sing.
This day to ȝow is borne ane Chylde
Of Mary meik, and Uirgin mylde,
That blyssit bairne bening and kynde
Sail ȝow reioyce baith hart and mynde.
Of Mary meik, and Uirgin mylde,
That blyssit bairne bening and kynde
Sail ȝow reioyce baith hart and mynde.
It is the Lord, Christ God and man.
He will do for ȝow quhat he can.
Himself ȝour Sauiour will be,
Fra sin and hell to mak ȝow fre.
He will do for ȝow quhat he can.
Himself ȝour Sauiour will be,
Fra sin and hell to mak ȝow fre.
He is ȝour richt Saluatioun,
From Euerlasting dampnatioun,
That ȝe may ring in gloir and blis,
For euer mair in heuin with his.
From Euerlasting dampnatioun,
That ȝe may ring in gloir and blis,
For euer mair in heuin with his.
ȝe sall him find but mark or wying
Full sempill in ane Tribe lying,
Sa lyis he quhilk ȝow hes wrocht,
And all this warld maid of nocht.
Full sempill in ane Tribe lying,
Sa lyis he quhilk ȝow hes wrocht,
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Let vs reioyce and be blyith,
And with the Hyrdis go full swyith,
And se quhat God of his grace hes done,
Throw Christ to bring vs to his throne.
And with the Hyrdis go full swyith,
And se quhat God of his grace hes done,
Throw Christ to bring vs to his throne.
My saull and lyfe stand vp and se
Quha lyis in ane Cribe of tre.
Quhat Babe is that sa gude and fair,
It is Christ Goddis Sone and air.
Quha lyis in ane Cribe of tre.
Quhat Babe is that sa gude and fair,
It is Christ Goddis Sone and air.
Welcome now gracious God of micht,
To sinneris vyle, pure, and vnricht,
Thow come to saif vs from distres,
How can we thank thy gentilnes?
To sinneris vyle, pure, and vnricht,
Thow come to saif vs from distres,
How can we thank thy gentilnes?
O God that maid all Creature,
How art thow now becummin sa pure
That on the hay and stray will ly,
Amang the assis, Oxin and Ky.
How art thow now becummin sa pure
That on the hay and stray will ly,
Amang the assis, Oxin and Ky.
And war the warld ten tymes sa wyde,
Cled ouir with golde and stanis of pryde:
Unworthie it war ȝit to the,
Under thy feit ane stule to be.
Cled ouir with golde and stanis of pryde:
Unworthie it war ȝit to the,
Under thy feit ane stule to be.
The Silk and Sandell the to eis,
Ar Day, and sempill sweilling clais,
Quhairin thow gloris greitest King,
As thow in heuin war in thy Ring.
Ar Day, and sempill sweilling clais,
Quhairin thow gloris greitest King,
As thow in heuin war in thy Ring.
Thow tuik sic panis temporall
To mak me riche perpetuall,
For all this warldis welth and gude,
Can nathing riche thy Celcitude.
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For all this warldis welth and gude,
Can nathing riche thy Celcitude.
O my deir hart ȝoung Iesus sweit,
Prepair thy Creddill in my Spreit,
And I sall rocke the in my hart.
And neuer mair fra the depart.
Prepair thy Creddill in my Spreit,
And I sall rocke the in my hart.
And neuer mair fra the depart.
Bot I sall praise the euer moir,
With sangis sweit vnto thy gloir,
The kneis of my hart sall bow
And sing that richt Balulalow.
With sangis sweit vnto thy gloir,
The kneis of my hart sall bow
And sing that richt Balulalow.
Gloir be to God Eternallie,
Quhilk gaue his only Sone for me,
The Angellis Ioyis for to heir,
The gracious gift of this new ȝeir.
Quhilk gaue his only Sone for me,
The Angellis Ioyis for to heir,
The gracious gift of this new ȝeir.
FINIS.
[To vs is borne a barne of blis]
To vs is borne a barne of blis,
Our King and Empreour.
Ane gratious Uirgin Mother is,
To God hir Sauiour.
Had not that blyssit barne bene borne,
We had bene euerie ane forlorne.
With Sin and feindis fell:
Christ Iesus louing be to the
That thow ane man wald borne be,
To saif vs from the hell.
Our King and Empreour.
Ane gratious Uirgin Mother is,
To God hir Sauiour.
Had not that blyssit barne bene borne,
We had bene euerie ane forlorne.
With Sin and feindis fell:
Christ Iesus louing be to the
That thow ane man wald borne be,
To saif vs from the hell.
For neuer was, nor sall be man,
Nor woman in this lyfe:
Sen Adam first our sin began,
And Eue his weddit wyfe.
That can be saif throw thair gude deid,
For poysound all ar adamis seid,
And can not sin refraine.
Quhill God him self fand the remeid,
And gaue his only Sone to the deid
To freith vs from all paine.
Nor woman in this lyfe:
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And Eue his weddit wyfe.
That can be saif throw thair gude deid,
For poysound all ar adamis seid,
And can not sin refraine.
Quhill God him self fand the remeid,
And gaue his only Sone to the deid
To freith vs from all paine.
We suld lufe God and myrrie be,
And dryue away dispair:
For Christ is cummin from heuin sa hie,
Our fall for to repair.
Na toung sic kyndnes can expres,
The forme of seruand takin hes
And Verbum caro factu est.
Except Sin, lyke vnto vs all,
Is freith vs from the feindis thrall
And mend quhair we did mis.
And dryue away dispair:
For Christ is cummin from heuin sa hie,
Our fall for to repair.
Na toung sic kyndnes can expres,
The forme of seruand takin hes
And Verbum caro factu est.
Except Sin, lyke vnto vs all,
Is freith vs from the feindis thrall
And mend quhair we did mis.
Full weill is them for euer moir,
That trowis faithfullie:
Be grace to ring with Christ in gloir,
Throw faith allanerlie,
And weill is them that vnderstude,
The gracious gift of Christis blude,
Sched sinners for to win:
Was neuer hard sa kynde ane thing,
Christ for his fais on Croce did hing,
To purge vs from our sin.
That trowis faithfullie:
Be grace to ring with Christ in gloir,
Throw faith allanerlie,
And weill is them that vnderstude,
The gracious gift of Christis blude,
Sched sinners for to win:
Was neuer hard sa kynde ane thing,
Christ for his fais on Croce did hing,
To purge vs from our sin.
Thus thank we him full hartfully,
For his greit gentilnes:
We pray him for his greit mercy,
Trew Preichouris till Iucres.
Fals Pharisians, and fenȝeit lair,
Quhome we haue followit lait and air,
Baith them and vs forgiue
God father, Sone, and haly Spreit,
Instruct vs in thy word sa sweit,
And efter it to liue.
For his greit gentilnes:
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Trew Preichouris till Iucres.
Fals Pharisians, and fenȝeit lair,
Quhome we haue followit lait and air,
Baith them and vs forgiue
God father, Sone, and haly Spreit,
Instruct vs in thy word sa sweit,
And efter it to liue.
FINIS.
[Onlie to God on heich be gloir]
In
dulce iubilo, Now let vs sing with mirth
Io. Our hartis consolatioun lyis in principio.
And schynis as the Sone, Matris in gremio.
Alphaes, & O, Alphaes, & O. O Iesu per mile. I
thrist soir efter the, Confort my hart and mynde.
O puer optime, God of all grace sa kynde, & princeps
glorie, Trahe me post te, Trahe me post te.
Vbi sunt gaudia, In ony place bot thair: quhair
that the angellis sing, Noua cantica, Bot and the
bellis Ring, In regis Curia, God gif I war thair.
God gif I war thair.
Onlie to God on heich be gloir,
And louing be vnto his grace,
Quha can condampne vs ony moir,
Sen we ar now at Goddis peace.
In till his fauour we ar taine,
Throw faith in Iesus Christ allane,
Be quhome his wraith sall end and ceis.
And louing be vnto his grace,
Quha can condampne vs ony moir,
Sen we ar now at Goddis peace.
In till his fauour we ar taine,
Throw faith in Iesus Christ allane,
Be quhome his wraith sall end and ceis.
We worschip and we loue and pryse,
Thy Maiestie and magnitude:
That thow God Father only wise,
Ringis ouer all, with fortitude.
Na toung can tell thy strenth nor micht,
Thy wordis and thochtis all ar richt,
And all thy warkis Iust and gude.
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That thow God Father only wise,
Ringis ouer all, with fortitude.
Na toung can tell thy strenth nor micht,
Thy wordis and thochtis all ar richt,
And all thy warkis Iust and gude.
Lord Iesus Christ Sone only borne,
Of thy Father Celestiall:
Thow sauit vs that was forlorne,
Fra sin and hell, and Sathans thrall,
Lord Goddis Lamb, thow tuke on the,
For all our Sin to satisfie,
Lord be mercyfull vnto vs.
Of thy Father Celestiall:
Thow sauit vs that was forlorne,
Fra sin and hell, and Sathans thrall,
Lord Goddis Lamb, thow tuke on the,
For all our Sin to satisfie,
Lord be mercyfull vnto vs.
O haly Gaist, our comfort gude,
From feindis feid thy flocke defend:
To thy keiping, we them commend,
From errour and Hypocrise,
Strenth vs in the veritie,
To perseueir vnto the end.
From feindis feid thy flocke defend:
To thy keiping, we them commend,
From errour and Hypocrise,
Strenth vs in the veritie,
To perseueir vnto the end.
FINIS.
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.
Nunc dimittis, the prayer of Symeon Luk ij. Chapter.
Lord let thy seruand now depart,
In glaidnes rest and peace:
I am reioycit at my hart,
To se his godly face.
Quhome faithfully thow promeist me,
Christ Iesus King of grace.
In glaidnes rest and peace:
I am reioycit at my hart,
To se his godly face.
Quhome faithfully thow promeist me,
Christ Iesus King of grace.
This present deid sall be full sweit,
And into sleip sall changit be:
To rest, syne ryse, bot euer my Spreit
Sall liue, and be alwayis with the,
Throw faith in Christ my only traist,
Quhome presently I se.
And into sleip sall changit be:
To rest, syne ryse, bot euer my Spreit
Sall liue, and be alwayis with the,
Throw faith in Christ my only traist,
Quhome presently I se.
Our Sauiour thow hes him maid,
His deid sall saue vs all:
From sin and hell, the deuill and deid,
His Resurrectioun sall
Frelie vs giue, euer for to liue,
In gloir perpetuall.
His deid sall saue vs all:
From sin and hell, the deuill and deid,
His Resurrectioun sall
Frelie vs giue, euer for to liue,
In gloir perpetuall.
Of hethin folk, blindit so soir,
He is the verray licht.
Quhilk neuer hard of him befoir,
Nor saw him with thair sicht:
He is the gloir, praise and decoir,
And strenth of Israel richt.
He is the verray licht.
Quhilk neuer hard of him befoir,
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He is the gloir, praise and decoir,
And strenth of Israel richt.
FINIS.
Ane sang of the resurrectioun.
Christ gaue him self to deid,
And for our fault he mendis maid:
For vs he sched his precious blude,
With greit tryumphe vpon the Rude,
And sin and Sathan thair hes slaine,
And sauit vs from hellis paine.
And for our fault he mendis maid:
For vs he sched his precious blude,
With greit tryumphe vpon the Rude,
And sin and Sathan thair hes slaine,
And sauit vs from hellis paine.
For he againe fra deid vp rais,
Uictour of deid, and all our fais,
He raif the Obligatioun,
Contrair to our Saluatioun,
Syne spoylȝeit Sathan, hell and Sin,
And heuinlie gloir, to vs hes win.
Uictour of deid, and all our fais,
He raif the Obligatioun,
Contrair to our Saluatioun,
Syne spoylȝeit Sathan, hell and Sin,
And heuinlie gloir, to vs hes win.
And we ar now at Goddis peace,
Throw Christ ressauit to his grace,
Our Father mercyfull he is,
And we sall Ring with him in blis.
Allalua allalua. Benedicamus Domino.
Throw Christ ressauit to his grace,
Our Father mercyfull he is,
And we sall Ring with him in blis.
Allalua allalua. Benedicamus Domino.
FINIS.
Certaine Ballatis of the Scripture.
Till Christ, quhome I am haldin for to lufe
I gif my thirlit hart in gouernance.
How suld I lufe, and fra his treuth remufe,
Full wo wer me, that drerie disseuerance,
Is na remeid, saif only esperance:
For weill, for wo for boist, or ȝit for schoir,
Quhair I am set, I sall lufe euermoir.
I gif my thirlit hart in gouernance.
How suld I lufe, and fra his treuth remufe,
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Is na remeid, saif only esperance:
For weill, for wo for boist, or ȝit for schoir,
Quhair I am set, I sall lufe euermoir.
And sen I must depart, on neid I sall
Be till him trew, with hart, and that I hecht,
And sen that I becummin am his thrall,
With body him serue, with mynde & all my micht
He is the rute of my remembrance richt,
The verray crop quhome of I comfort tak,
Quhy suld I not, do seruice for his saik.
Be till him trew, with hart, and that I hecht,
And sen that I becummin am his thrall,
With body him serue, with mynde & all my micht
He is the rute of my remembrance richt,
The verray crop quhome of I comfort tak,
Quhy suld I not, do seruice for his saik.
Quhome suld I serue, bot him that did me saue
Quhome suld I dout, bot him that dantis deid
Quhome suld I lufe, bot him attour the laif,
Of all my wo he is the haill remeid.
How suld I fle, and can not find na feid,
Quhome suld I lufe, bot him that hes my hart,
How suld we twin that na man can depart.
Quhome suld I dout, bot him that dantis deid
Quhome suld I lufe, bot him attour the laif,
Of all my wo he is the haill remeid.
How suld I fle, and can not find na feid,
Quhome suld I lufe, bot him that hes my hart,
How suld we twin that na man can depart.
Thus vmbeset I am on euerie syde,
And quhat to do I can not weill deuise:
My flesche biddis fle, my spreit biddis me byde
Quhen cair cummis, then comfort on me cryis,
Hope sayis get vp, then langour on me lyis,
My panis biddis my wofull hart repent,
Bot neuer mair thairto will I consent.
And quhat to do I can not weill deuise:
My flesche biddis fle, my spreit biddis me byde
Quhen cair cummis, then comfort on me cryis,
Hope sayis get vp, then langour on me lyis,
My panis biddis my wofull hart repent,
Bot neuer mair thairto will I consent.
Depart him fra, my hart will neuer consent,
It biddis me byde, and I sall neuer fle:
For be I takin, slaine, or ȝit schent,
For sic ane King it is na schame to die.
Gif thair be grace into this eird for me,
It is committit from the heuin abufe,
Till Christ quhome I am haldin for to lufe.
It biddis me byde, and I sall neuer fle:
For be I takin, slaine, or ȝit schent,
For sic ane King it is na schame to die.
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It is committit from the heuin abufe,
Till Christ quhome I am haldin for to lufe.
FINIS.
[Richt soirly musing in my mynde]
Richt soirly musing in my mynde,For pitie soir my hart is pynde
Quhen I remember on Christ sa kynde
that sauit me:
Nane culd me saif from thyne till Ynde,
Bot only he.
He is the way, trothe, lyfe and licht,
The verray port till heuin full richt
Quha enteris not be his greit micht
ane theif is he:
That wald presume be his awin micht
Sauit to be.
I grant that I haue faultie soir,
To stok and stane geuand his gloir
And heipand warkis into stoir,
for my remeid:
War not his mercy is the moir:
I had bene deid,
Thow lytill bill thy wayis thow wend,
And schaw my mynde from end to end,
Till them that will repent and mend.
thow schaw them till:
Beleue in Christ, quhome God hes send,
and wirk his will.
FINIS.
[Richt soir opprest I am with panis smart]
Richt soir opprest I am with panis smart
Baith nicht and day makand my woful mone
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.
Baith nicht and day makand my woful mone
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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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Thow let it neuer returne to the in vaine,
Bot let me perseueir vnto the end.
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For then bene far better into plaine,
Not till haue hard thy precept in Scripture,
Then knawand it, die cairfull creature.
FINIS.
[Allace that same sweit face]
Allace that same sweit faceThat deit vpon ane tre,
To purches mankynde peace,
From sin to mak vs fre,
Allone to be our remedie.
To graith our place full meit
He is ascendit hie,
And left with vs his Spreit:
To worship Spirituallie,
Onlie to be our remedie.
He bad quhen he was gone,
Apply vs haillelie,
To serue our God alone,
In Spreit and veritie,
Alone to be our remedie.
Na kynde of outward deid,
How haly that euer it be,
May saif vs at our neid
Nor ȝit vs Iustifie
Nor ȝit can mak vs remedie.
Bot Christ we neid nathing
Quhaicthrow sauit we suld be
He is ane potent King
And will alanerlie
Onlie be our remedie
His testament maist perfyte
Plainely dois testifie,
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That nane may saif bot he
Nor ȝit can mak vs remedie.
Bot now sen he is gone
To ring Eternallie,
We worschip stock and stone,
Can nouther heir nor se
Nor ȝit can mak vs remedie.
We haue dwelt all to lang
In fals Hypocrisie,
Trew faith Lord mak vs fang
Wirkand be cheritie
Only to be our remedie.
FINIS.
[I call on the Lord Iesus Christ]
I call on the Lord Iesus Christ,
I haue nane vther help bot the,
My hart is neuer set at rest,
Till thy sweit word comfort me.
Ane steidfast faith grant me thairfoir
To hald be thy word euer moir
Abufe all thing, neuer resisting
Bot to Incres in faith moir and moir.
I haue nane vther help bot the,
My hart is neuer set at rest,
Till thy sweit word comfort me.
Ane steidfast faith grant me thairfoir
To hald be thy word euer moir
Abufe all thing, neuer resisting
Bot to Incres in faith moir and moir.
Ȝit anis againe I call on the,
Heir my request (O mercyfull Lord)
I wald faine hope in thy mercie,
And can not be thairto restoird:
Except thow illuminate with thy grace
My blind and naturall waiknes,
Caus me thairfoir haue hope in stoir
In thy mercie and sweit promeis.
Heir my request (O mercyfull Lord)
I wald faine hope in thy mercie,
And can not be thairto restoird:
Except thow illuminate with thy grace
My blind and naturall waiknes,
Caus me thairfoir haue hope in stoir
In thy mercie and sweit promeis.
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Lord prent into my hart and mynde,
Thy haly Spreit with feruentnes:
That I to the be not vnkynde
Bot lufe the without fenȝeitnes.
Lat nathing draw my mynde from the
Bot euer to lufe the ernestlie,
Let not my hart vnkyndly depart
From the richt lufe of thy mercie.
Thy haly Spreit with feruentnes:
That I to the be not vnkynde
Bot lufe the without fenȝeitnes.
Lat nathing draw my mynde from the
Bot euer to lufe the ernestlie,
Let not my hart vnkyndly depart
From the richt lufe of thy mercie.
Giue me thy grace, Lord, I the pray,
To lufe my enemeis hartfullie:
Howbeit thay troubill me alway
And for thy caus do sclander me.
Ȝit Iesus Christ for thy gudnes
Fulfill my hart with forgiuenes
That quhill I liue, I them forgiue,
That do offend me mair and les.
To lufe my enemeis hartfullie:
Howbeit thay troubill me alway
And for thy caus do sclander me.
Ȝit Iesus Christ for thy gudnes
Fulfill my hart with forgiuenes
That quhill I liue, I them forgiue,
That do offend me mair and les.
I am chmpassit rounde about,
With soir and strang temptatioun:
Thairfoir gude Lord delyuer me out,
From all this wickit Natioun
The Deuill, the warld, the fleshe also
Dois follow me quhair euer I go
Thairfoir wald I delyuerit be
Thy help I seik (Lord) and no mo.
With soir and strang temptatioun:
Thairfoir gude Lord delyuer me out,
From all this wickit Natioun
The Deuill, the warld, the fleshe also
Dois follow me quhair euer I go
Thairfoir wald I delyuerit be
Thy help I seik (Lord) and no mo.
Now seis thow Lord quhat neid I haif,
Thair is nout vther to pleuȝe to
Thairfoir thy haly Baist I craif
To be my gyde quhair euer I go.
That in all my aduersitie
I forȝet not the lufe of the,
Bot as thow Lord hes geuin thy word,
Let me thairin baith liue and die.
Thair is nout vther to pleuȝe to
Thairfoir thy haly Baist I craif
To be my gyde quhair euer I go.
That in all my aduersitie
I forȝet not the lufe of the,
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Let me thairin baith liue and die.
FINIS.
[Of mercy ȝit he passis all]
Of mercy ȝit he passis all,
In quhome I traist and euer sall
For to nane vther will I call,
To die thairfoir, to die thairfoir.
In quhome I traist and euer sall
For to nane vther will I call,
To die thairfoir, to die thairfoir.
For thair is nane vther Saluatioun
Bot be that Lord that sufferit Passioun,
Upon our Saulis he hes compassioun
And deit thairfoir, and deit thairfoir.
Bot be that Lord that sufferit Passioun,
Upon our Saulis he hes compassioun
And deit thairfoir, and deit thairfoir.
That Lord sa far had vs in mynde
He come from heuin and tuke mankynde
He haillit the seik, sair, lamit and blinde
And deit thairfoir, and deit thairfoir.
He come from heuin and tuke mankynde
He haillit the seik, sair, lamit and blinde
And deit thairfoir, and deit thairfoir.
To pray to Peter, Iames or Iohne,
Our Saullis to saif power haue thay none.
For that belangis to Christ allone,
He deit thairfoir, he deit thairfoir.
Our Saullis to saif power haue thay none.
For that belangis to Christ allone,
He deit thairfoir, he deit thairfoir.
I Traist to God of suretie,
Be Christis blude, saint to be,
In quhilk I hope sa faithfullie.
To die thairfoir, to die thairfoir.
Be Christis blude, saint to be,
In quhilk I hope sa faithfullie.
To die thairfoir, to die thairfoir.
Thair is na deidis, that can saue me,
Thocht they be neuer sa grit plentie,
Bot throw Christ and his grit mercy,
Quhilk deit thairfoir, quhilk deit thairfoir,
Thocht they be neuer sa grit plentie,
Bot throw Christ and his grit mercy,
Quhilk deit thairfoir, quhilk deit thairfoir,
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Gif deidis micht saue our Saulis from paine
Then Christis blude was sched in vaine,
As ȝe may reid in Scripture plaine
To die thairfoir, to die thairfoir.
Then Christis blude was sched in vaine,
As ȝe may reid in Scripture plaine
To die thairfoir, to die thairfoir.
Ȝit sum hes hope, sauit to be
For doing deidis of Cheritie
Faith can not saue, quhair na deidis be,
Thay lie thairfoir, thay lie thairfoir.
For doing deidis of Cheritie
Faith can not saue, quhair na deidis be,
Thay lie thairfoir, thay lie thairfoir.
The theif was saift be faith trewlie,
And not for deidis of Cheritie
As wrytis Luk, twentie and thre
To die thairfoir, to die thairfoir.
And not for deidis of Cheritie
As wrytis Luk, twentie and thre
To die thairfoir, to die thairfoir.
Fyre without heit cannot be,
Faith will haue warkis of suretie,
Als fast as may conuenientlie
Be done, but moir.
Faith will haue warkis of suretie,
Als fast as may conuenientlie
Be done, but moir.
Now Lord that deit vpon ane tre,
And sched thy blude sa plenteouslie
Ressaue our Saullis to thy gloir
We ask no moir, we ask no moir.
And sched thy blude sa plenteouslie
Ressaue our Saullis to thy gloir
We ask no moir, we ask no moir.
FINIS.
[We suld into remembrance]
We suld into remembrance
Of Iesus Christ our King:
Without ony dissimulance
Be blyith and myrrie sing.
Of Iesus Christ our King:
Without ony dissimulance
Be blyith and myrrie sing.
We war condampnit to the deid,
In hell, for adamis mis:
Bot Iesus Christ the peice hes maid,
Betuix God and vs.
In hell, for adamis mis:
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Betuix God and vs.
Christ is our God and Sauiour,
Our help and our refuge:
Our brother and our Mediatour
Our aduocate and Iudge.
Our help and our refuge:
Our brother and our Mediatour
Our aduocate and Iudge.
Sen on our syde is God him sell,
Quha dar againe him pleid?
For he hes vincust sin and hell,
The Deuill and also deid.
Quha dar againe him pleid?
For he hes vincust sin and hell,
The Deuill and also deid.
This greit gudnes that Christ hes done,
God let vs neuer forȝet:
Bot thank and loue that Lord abone,
With sangis sweitly-set.
God let vs neuer forȝet:
Bot thank and loue that Lord abone,
With sangis sweitly-set.
FINIS.
[Hay let vs sing and mak greit mirth]
Hay let vs sing and mak greit mirth,
Sen Christ this day to vs is borne:
For had not bene that blyssit birth
Mankynde alwayis had bene forlorne.
Sen Christ this day to vs is borne:
For had not bene that blyssit birth
Mankynde alwayis had bene forlorne.
All men wer borne in sinfulnes,
Condampnit to Eternall deid:
Except Christ that in richteousnes
Was only borne for our remeid.
Condampnit to Eternall deid:
Except Christ that in richteousnes
Was only borne for our remeid.
And he, gif we beleue hes roist
His innocens for our trespas
Had not bene Christ we had bene loist,
O blyssit birth that euer was.
His innocens for our trespas
Had not bene Christ we had bene loist,
O blyssit birth that euer was.
FINIS.
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[In Burgh and land, Eist, west, nor South]
In Burgh and land, Eist, west, nor South
We glorie for to speik of Christ
And his Euangell in our mouth
Bot far fra him our hartis we wreist.
We glorie for to speik of Christ
And his Euangell in our mouth
Bot far fra him our hartis we wreist.
To Goddis Law quha will aduert,
Sall steidfast in his promeis traist,
And lufe our brethren with our hart,
And fle from sin and vice detest.
Sall steidfast in his promeis traist,
And lufe our brethren with our hart,
And fle from sin and vice detest.
Lufe is fulfilling of the Law,
As Paule reheirsis in his wryt,
Of Christ nathing forsuith we knaw
That hes na faith, and lufe perfyte.
As Paule reheirsis in his wryt,
Of Christ nathing forsuith we knaw
That hes na faith, and lufe perfyte.
The Scripture plainely dois accord,
Quha will not wirk his fatheris will,
Bot sayis euerie day, Lord, Lord,
Sall neuer cum in heuin him till.
Quha will not wirk his fatheris will,
Bot sayis euerie day, Lord, Lord,
Sall neuer cum in heuin him till.
Brether and sisteris that will resort,
Till Christ, and with his Gospell mell,
Do as ȝe say I ȝow exhort,
And now na mair dissaue ȝour sell.
Till Christ, and with his Gospell mell,
Do as ȝe say I ȝow exhort,
And now na mair dissaue ȝour sell.
Or God sall tak his word againe
Fra vs, syne will it send,
To them that will not wirk in vaine,
Bot perseueir vnto the end.
Fra vs, syne will it send,
To them that will not wirk in vaine,
Bot perseueir vnto the end.
FINIS.
Ane sang contrair idolatrie.
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We suld beleue in God abufe,
And in nane vther thing,
Quha traistis in him, he will them lufe
And grant them thair asking.
And in nane vther thing,
Quha traistis in him, he will them lufe
And grant them thair asking.
Contrair it is to Goddis command,
To trow that help may cum:
Of Idoles maid with mennis hand,
Quhilk ar baith deif and dum.
To trow that help may cum:
Of Idoles maid with mennis hand,
Quhilk ar baith deif and dum.
Quha dois adorne Idolatrie,
Is contrair the haly writ:
For stock and staine is Mammontrie,
Quhilk men may carue or quhite.
Is contrair the haly writ:
For stock and staine is Mammontrie,
Quhilk men may carue or quhite.
The apostillis that wrait the veritie,
Expresly do conclude:
That Idoles suld detestit be,
As contrair to Christis blude.
Expresly do conclude:
That Idoles suld detestit be,
As contrair to Christis blude.
Ȝe sempill pepill vnperfite,
Greit Ignorance may ȝe tell.
Of stock and staine hes mair delite
Then into God him sell.
Greit Ignorance may ȝe tell.
Of stock and staine hes mair delite
Then into God him sell.
FINIS.
Ane ballat of the Epistill on Christinmes euin.
The grace of God appeiris now
Our helth and our Saluatioun:
To teiche and instruct vs how
In all countrie and Natioun.
Our helth and our Saluatioun:
To teiche and instruct vs how
In all countrie and Natioun.
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That we suld leue our wickidnes,
And fle vaine warldly appetyte,
Iust haly, be with sobernes
Leif in the warld a lyfe perfyte.
And fle vaine warldly appetyte,
Iust haly, be with sobernes
Leif in the warld a lyfe perfyte.
That blyssit hope for to abyde,
The cumming of greit God of gloir:
And Iesus Christis woundis wyde,
The Sauiour of les and moir.
The cumming of greit God of gloir:
And Iesus Christis woundis wyde,
The Sauiour of les and moir.
Quhilk for our saik he gaue him sell:
To saif from Sin, and purge vs cleir,
Ane chosin pepill in speciall:
In gude warkis to perseueir.
To saif from Sin, and purge vs cleir,
Ane chosin pepill in speciall:
In gude warkis to perseueir.
To studie in them nicht and day,
Thus we suld ane exhort ane vther:
Of Goddis word to sing and say,
And euery man to lufe his brother.
Thus we suld ane exhort ane vther:
Of Goddis word to sing and say,
And euery man to lufe his brother.
FINIS.
[Of thingis twa I pray the Lord]
Of thingis twa I pray the Lord,
Deny me not befoir I die:
All vanitie and leand word,
Full far away thow put fra me.
Deny me not befoir I die:
All vanitie and leand word,
Full far away thow put fra me.
Extreme pureteth nor greit riches,
Thow giue me not in na kin wise:
Bot only of thy greit gudnes,
Giue me that may my neid suffice.
Thow giue me not in na kin wise:
Bot only of thy greit gudnes,
Giue me that may my neid suffice.
For be I riche, I may perchance,
Say, quha is God, and him misknaw:
And na thing bot my self aduance,
And him forȝet and all his Law.
Say, quha is God, and him misknaw:
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And him forȝet and all his Law.
Or be I pure, and haue na geir,
Than man I outher reif or steill.
Or than my Goddis name manesweir,
And set him at full lytill vaill.
Than man I outher reif or steill.
Or than my Goddis name manesweir,
And set him at full lytill vaill.
FINIS.
[Lord Father, God, that gaif me lyfe]
Lord Father, God, that gaif me lyfe,
Thow leif me not to do my will:
Bot grant thy grace to me Catiue,
Thy godlie Law for to fulfill,
Thow leif me not to do my will:
Bot grant thy grace to me Catiue,
Thy godlie Law for to fulfill,
The prydefull luking of myne eine,
Let nocht be rutit in my hart.
All euill desyre that in me bene,
Full far from me thow wald aduart,
Let nocht be rutit in my hart.
All euill desyre that in me bene,
Full far from me thow wald aduart,
Ane gredie stomokis appetyte,
And all surfet thow tak from me:
And als I pray the mak me quyte,
Of fleschelie lust and Licherie.
And all surfet thow tak from me:
And als I pray the mak me quyte,
Of fleschelie lust and Licherie.
Remoue from me all thrawardnes,
Als weill in mynde as outward deid:
And tak from me vnschamefastnes,
And God and man to lufe and dreid.
Als weill in mynde as outward deid:
And tak from me vnschamefastnes,
And God and man to lufe and dreid.
FINIS.
[Blis, blissit God, thir giftis gude]
Blis, blissit God, thir giftis gude,Quhilk thow hes geuin to be our fude
Us blis, and mak thankfull in deid,
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In quhome all blissing we ressaif
Be quhome all blissing we ask and craif
Grant blissing Lord of michtis maist,
God, Father, Sone, and haly Gaist.
FINIS.
[Blissiing gloir, wisdome, & hartly thankfulnes]
Blissiing gloir, wisdome, & hartly thankfulnesAnd godly honouris all micht and fortitude
We offer the Lord with lawly humbilnes
Commi{t}ting our selfis haill to thy Celsitude,
Asking for Christ quhilk for vs gaue his blude,
Grace for to be in hart and mynde thankfull,
For all thy gude and fre giftis plentifull.
FINIS.
[Now let vs sing with Ioy and mirth]
Now let vs sing with Ioy and mirth
In honour of our Lordis birth,
For his lufe and humanitie,
Quha gaue him self for vs to die.
In honour of our Lordis birth,
For his lufe and humanitie,
Quha gaue him self for vs to die.
Be Adame we wer all forlorne,
Bot now Christ Iesus till vs is borne,
Hes fred vs fra Captiuitie
And vincust hes our Enemie.
Bot now Christ Iesus till vs is borne,
Hes fred vs fra Captiuitie
And vincust hes our Enemie.
Quhen he was borne nane did him snib,
To ly richt law intill ane Crib
Ane Oxe, ane asse, richt tenderlie
Refreschit his humanitie.
To ly richt law intill ane Crib
Ane Oxe, ane asse, richt tenderlie
Refreschit his humanitie.
His Godheid mysteris na support
For it was full of all comfort
Quhilk equall is in all degre,
Unto his fatheris Maiestie.
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Quhilk equall is in all degre,
Unto his fatheris Maiestie.
The angellis sang with mirrynes,
Unto the Hyrdis mair and les,
And bad them of gude comfort be,
For Christis new Natiuitie.
Unto the Hyrdis mair and les,
And bad them of gude comfort be,
For Christis new Natiuitie.
For we war all at Goddis horne,
This Babe to ȝow that now is borne,
Sall mak ȝow saif, and for ȝow die,
And ȝow restoir to libertie.
This Babe to ȝow that now is borne,
Sall mak ȝow saif, and for ȝow die,
And ȝow restoir to libertie.
This Babe for ȝow did sched his blude,
And tholit deid vpon the Rude,
And for his greit humanitie,
Exaltit is his Maiestie.
And tholit deid vpon the Rude,
And for his greit humanitie,
Exaltit is his Maiestie.
And now he is our aduocate,
Pray and for vs baith air and lait,
This can the Scripture verifie,
In sa far as ane man is he.
Pray and for vs baith air and lait,
This can the Scripture verifie,
In sa far as ane man is he.
Thairfoir all tyde, tyme and hour,
Pas vnto him as Mediatour,
Betuix the fatheris wraith and the,
Of sin, gif thow wald clengeit be.
Pas vnto him as Mediatour,
Betuix the fatheris wraith and the,
Of sin, gif thow wald clengeit be.
For he hes promeist with his hart,
To all sinneris that will reuart,
And fra thair sinfull lyfe will fle,
Sall ring with him Eternallie.
To all sinneris that will reuart,
And fra thair sinfull lyfe will fle,
Sall ring with him Eternallie.
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To God the Father mot be gloir,
And als to Christ for euer moir,
The haly Gaist mot blissit be,
Wirkar of this Natiuitie.
And als to Christ for euer moir,
The haly Gaist mot blissit be,
Wirkar of this Natiuitie.
FINIS.
[Qvha can discriue or put in write]
Qvha can discriue or put in write,
The grace and mercy of our Lord,
Quhais godly giftis infinite,
Men suld remember and record,
Conforme vnto his haly word.
The grace and mercy of our Lord,
Quhais godly giftis infinite,
Men suld remember and record,
Conforme vnto his haly word.
Our Father God Fontaine of grace,
His Sone did send to ransoun vs
From Sin, and all our cairfull case,
And from the Deuill maist dangerous.
And flew that Serpent vennemous.
His Sone did send to ransoun vs
From Sin, and all our cairfull case,
And from the Deuill maist dangerous.
And flew that Serpent vennemous.
Christ come rycht sweit, as ane seruand,
Of seruitude to mak vs fre:
And broken hes the Deuillis band,
Quhilk led vs in Captiuitie,
Quhairfoir we thank his grit mercie.
Of seruitude to mak vs fre:
And broken hes the Deuillis band,
Quhilk led vs in Captiuitie,
Quhairfoir we thank his grit mercie.
Christ beand ryche in heuinlie gloir,
And we rycht pure and in distres:
Did mak vs riche for euer moir,
Quhairfoir we thank his gentilnes,
Be ressoun of his greit gudnes.
And we rycht pure and in distres:
Did mak vs riche for euer moir,
Quhairfoir we thank his gentilnes,
Be ressoun of his greit gudnes.
Christ come full humbill and full law,
Us to exalt in Maiestie:
And tholit panis as ȝe knaw,
Of hounger, cauld, and miserie.
And we gat lyfe quhen he did die.
Us to exalt in Maiestie:
And tholit panis as ȝe knaw,
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And we gat lyfe quhen he did die.
Christ als discendit to the hell,
And vs redemit from that paine:
And from the deith did rais him sell,
Na mair to thoill the deid againe,
As we may reid in Scripture plaine.
And vs redemit from that paine:
And from the deith did rais him sell,
Na mair to thoill the deid againe,
As we may reid in Scripture plaine.
Christ maid vs iust quhen he vp rais,
Be ressoun of his victorie:
Quhairthrow he vincust all our fais
Sin, deid, and Deuill our Enemie,
And from thair bandis maid vs fre.
Be ressoun of his victorie:
Quhairthrow he vincust all our fais
Sin, deid, and Deuill our Enemie,
And from thair bandis maid vs fre.
Christ passit to the heuinnis hie,
To graith ane place for vs in gloir:
Our aduocate thairfoir to be,
Heirfoir his grace let vs imploir,
That we with him Ring euer moir.
To graith ane place for vs in gloir:
Our aduocate thairfoir to be,
Heirfoir his grace let vs imploir,
That we with him Ring euer moir.
FINIS.
[Gif ȝe haue rissin from deid againe]
Gif ȝe haue rissin from deid againe,
With Christ our cheif and Soueraine,
Quhilk did the inward man renew,
Gloir not in eirdly thingis vaine,
Bot in the croce of Christ Iesew.
With Christ our cheif and Soueraine,
Quhilk did the inward man renew,
Gloir not in eirdly thingis vaine,
Bot in the croce of Christ Iesew.
Seik thingis abufe that ar not seine,
Nor neuer sall with carnall eine.
Do diligence for till subdew
The flesche, the outward man I meine,
And gloir in the Croce of Christ Iesew.
Nor neuer sall with carnall eine.
Do diligence for till subdew
The flesche, the outward man I meine,
And gloir in the Croce of Christ Iesew.
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Honour it with feruent desyre,
And I sall swa ȝour Spreit inspyre,
Ay quhen temptatioun dois ȝow persew
Of Lychorie sall slokkin the fyre,
And gloir in the Croce of Christ Iesew.
And I sall swa ȝour Spreit inspyre,
Ay quhen temptatioun dois ȝow persew
Of Lychorie sall slokkin the fyre,
And gloir in the Croce of Christ Iesew.
Quhen auarice, pryde, or ony sin,
Into ȝour memberis dois begin,
Than pray with feruent hart and trew,
That ȝe may be of Isackis kin
And gloir in the Croce of Christ Iesew.
Into ȝour memberis dois begin,
Than pray with feruent hart and trew,
That ȝe may be of Isackis kin
And gloir in the Croce of Christ Iesew.
And delf with deip into ȝour land
As Isak did, quhill that he fand
The water of lyfe, of heuinly hew,
Quhilk is now fillit with eird and sand
And gloir in the Croce of Christ Iesew.
As Isak did, quhill that he fand
The water of lyfe, of heuinly hew,
Quhilk is now fillit with eird and sand
And gloir in the Croce of Christ Iesew.
Honour the Image of the Croce,
Not cryand out with curious voyce,
Bot in the Spreit, as it is dew:
His gudnes that restorit the lose,
And gloir in the Croce of Christ Iesew.
Not cryand out with curious voyce,
Bot in the Spreit, as it is dew:
His gudnes that restorit the lose,
And gloir in the Croce of Christ Iesew.
His Image is his word compleit,
Performit be the haly Spreit
Quhilk from the father sprang and grew
Thair is na Image half sa sweit.
As gloir in the Croce of Christ Iesew.
Performit be the haly Spreit
Quhilk from the father sprang and grew
Thair is na Image half sa sweit.
As gloir in the Croce of Christ Iesew.
Gif ȝe lufe Christ, hait not his word
His leuing Image, it is na bourd,
Quha lichtleis it, sall not eschew
Of vengeance the abhominabill sword
And gloir in the Croce of Christ Iesew.
His leuing Image, it is na bourd,
Quha lichtleis it, sall not eschew
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And gloir in the Croce of Christ Iesew.
Siclyke of Iuda the Lyoun strang,
Upon the Croce, he grat and hang.
Quhen he was raisit he ouerthrew
The Serpent, and his vennemous stang
And gloird in the Croce of Christ Iesew.
Upon the Croce, he grat and hang.
Quhen he was raisit he ouerthrew
The Serpent, and his vennemous stang
And gloird in the Croce of Christ Iesew.
The decreit and schairp hand write,
That stoppit vs fra the father quyte,
Furth of the myndes he withdrew,
And fixt it to the Croce perfite,
And gloird in the Croce of Christ Iesew.
That stoppit vs fra the father quyte,
Furth of the myndes he withdrew,
And fixt it to the Croce perfite,
And gloird in the Croce of Christ Iesew.
Syne the Iewes that wer Legall,
And Gentiles that from adames fall,
Sa mony ȝeiris thair God misknew:
Maid baith ane body mysticall,
And gloiris in the Croce of Christ Iesew.
And Gentiles that from adames fall,
Sa mony ȝeiris thair God misknew:
Maid baith ane body mysticall,
And gloiris in the Croce of Christ Iesew.
Let vs thairfoir with Paull now sing,
Away from vs all visibill thing
Sing to the Lord ane sang of new
Of laude, prais, and comforting,
And gloir in the Croce of Christ Iesew.
Away from vs all visibill thing
Sing to the Lord ane sang of new
Of laude, prais, and comforting,
And gloir in the Croce of Christ Iesew.
With spirituall lufe let vs proceid
Nocht lyke the Iewes with feir and dreid
Sing to the Lord ane sang richt trew,
That was borne of King Dauids seid,
And gloir in the Croce of Christ Iesew.
Nocht lyke the Iewes with feir and dreid
Sing to the Lord ane sang richt trew,
That was borne of King Dauids seid,
And gloir in the Croce of Christ Iesew.
FINIS.
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Quha suld my melodie amend.
Qvha suld my melodie amend,
Or solace swiftly to me send,
Quha suld me succour or supplie,
Quha suld me from the deid defend,
Bot God my lufe in heuin sa hie.
Or solace swiftly to me send,
Quha suld me succour or supplie,
Quha suld me from the deid defend,
Bot God my lufe in heuin sa hie.
Imploir his grace quhair we offend,
And do our former lyfe amend,
Giue honour only to that King
In quhome our hope allone depend,
And lufe him also ouer all thing.
And do our former lyfe amend,
Giue honour only to that King
In quhome our hope allone depend,
And lufe him also ouer all thing.
Nixt lufe ȝour nichtbour as ȝour sell,
Euill thochtis from ȝour mynde expell
Quhair Spreit is waik ask comforting
At him quhilk creat heuin and hell
Lufe God in heuin attour all thing.
Euill thochtis from ȝour mynde expell
Quhair Spreit is waik ask comforting
At him quhilk creat heuin and hell
Lufe God in heuin attour all thing.
Do gude for euil, and leif ȝour will,
Not gude for gude, nor euill for euill,
Than ȝe present ane peirles sing,
Of lyfe serene, the warld vntill
Lufe God in heuin attour all thing.
Not gude for gude, nor euill for euill,
Than ȝe present ane peirles sing,
Of lyfe serene, the warld vntill
Lufe God in heuin attour all thing.
Thocht thow perswaid this threid slyding
Quhilk ay incressis moir and moir,
Think weill on heuinlie gouerning
This warld is nocht bot transitoir,
And lufe thy God attour all thing.
Quhilk ay incressis moir and moir,
Think weill on heuinlie gouerning
This warld is nocht bot transitoir,
And lufe thy God attour all thing.
Quha seruis the warld gais amis,
{And} sall be far from heuinnis blis,
({Forwhy}) in Scripture is founding
Na wicht can serue twa Lordis I wis,
Lufe God in heuin attour all thing.
{And} sall be far from heuinnis blis,
({Forwhy}) in Scripture is founding
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Lufe God in heuin attour all thing.
FINIS.
The Conceptioun of Christ.
Let vs reioce and sing,
And praise that michtie King,
Quhilk send his Sone of a Uirgine bricht,
La. Lay. La.
And praise that michtie King,
Quhilk send his Sone of a Uirgine bricht,
La. Lay. La.
And on him tuke our vyle nature,
Our deidlie woundis to cure,
Mankynde to hald in richt.
La. Lay. La.
Our deidlie woundis to cure,
Mankynde to hald in richt.
La. Lay. La.
Sanct Luk wrytis in his Gospell,
God send his Angell Gabriell,
Unto that Uirgine but defame.
La. Lay. La.
God send his Angell Gabriell,
Unto that Uirgine but defame.
La. Lay. La.
For to fulfill the Prophesie,
Was spousit with Iosaph fre,
Mary scho had to name,
La. Lay. La.
Was spousit with Iosaph fre,
Mary scho had to name,
La. Lay. La.
Thir wordis to hir he did reheirs,
Haill Mary full of grace,
The Lord God is with the.
La. Lay. La.
Haill Mary full of grace,
The Lord God is with the.
La. Lay. La.
Thow blyssit Uirgine mylde,
Thow sall consaue ane Chylde
The pepill redeme sall he:
La. Lay. La.
Thow sall consaue ane Chylde
The pepill redeme sall he:
La. Lay. La.
Quhais power and greit micht,
Sall be in Goddis sicht,
Quhilk from the Father of michtis send,
La. Lay. La.
Sall be in Goddis sicht,
Quhilk from the Father of michtis send,
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Iesus his Name ȝe call,
Quhilk salbe Prince ouir all
His Kingdome sall haue nane end.
La. Lay. La.
Quhilk salbe Prince ouir all
His Kingdome sall haue nane end.
La. Lay. La.
Than spak that Uirgin fre
Behald how sall this be.
Seing I knaw na man:
La. Lay. La.
Behald how sall this be.
Seing I knaw na man:
La. Lay. La.
Than said the angell chaist,
Be the power of the haly Gaist
Quhilk all thing wirk he can.
La. Lay. La.
Be the power of the haly Gaist
Quhilk all thing wirk he can.
La. Lay. La.
Elizabeth thy cousing also,
Sex monethis with Chylde can go
At quhais birth greit Ioy sall be:
La. Lay. La.
Sex monethis with Chylde can go
At quhais birth greit Ioy sall be:
La. Lay. La.
Call him Iohne, sayis the angell bricht,
Quhilk is send be Goddis micht
The Lordis way prepair sall he.
La. Lay. La.
Quhilk is send be Goddis micht
The Lordis way prepair sall he.
La. Lay. La.
FINIS.
Heir endis the spirituall sangis, and beginnis the Psalmes of Dauid with vther new plesand ballattis. Translatit out of Enchiridion Psalmorum to be sung.
Quare fremuerunt gentes. Psal. ij.
Qvhat is the caus, O God omnipotent
That all Natiounis commouit ar sa soir,
The Kingis and the pepill with ane consent,
Resistis the thy power and thy gloir
Thay stryue againe thy Law ay moir and moir,
And contrair Christ thy sone quhome yt hes send,
To saif all man that will on him depend.
That all Natiounis commouit ar sa soir,
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Resistis the thy power and thy gloir
Thay stryue againe thy Law ay moir and moir,
And contrair Christ thy sone quhome yt hes send,
To saif all man that will on him depend.
Thay will not be reformit from thair Sin,
Bot will remaine blindit in Ignorance,
And will not thoill to luke thy law within
Bot castis it away with greit greuance,
Thy counsell thay refuse and gouernance,
And following thair awin hartis consait,
Euerie man drawis a sindrie gait.
Bot will remaine blindit in Ignorance,
And will not thoill to luke thy law within
Bot castis it away with greit greuance,
Thy counsell thay refuse and gouernance,
And following thair awin hartis consait,
Euerie man drawis a sindrie gait.
Bot thow O God in heuin into thy King,
Thow makis all thair counsels euerie one,
Quhat thay intend, that sall thay neuer bring.
To finall end, for thy wisdome allone
Thair pregnant wittis sall scorne, and anone
In thy greit Ire, thow sall them sair reprufe,
And from thy face thow sall them swyith remufe
Thow makis all thair counsels euerie one,
Quhat thay intend, that sall thay neuer bring.
To finall end, for thy wisdome allone
Thair pregnant wittis sall scorne, and anone
In thy greit Ire, thow sall them sair reprufe,
And from thy face thow sall them swyith remufe
For God hes set a Captaine stark and wicht,
Christis awin Sone, God and man naturall,
On Mont Sion to reule it iust and richt,
That is to say, his Kirk Uniuersall,
To teiche his fatheris word Celestiall,
His godly wil and plesure for to schaw,
Instructing all the warld into his law.
Christis awin Sone, God and man naturall,
On Mont Sion to reule it iust and richt,
That is to say, his Kirk Uniuersall,
To teiche his fatheris word Celestiall,
His godly wil and plesure for to schaw,
Instructing all the warld into his law.
God said to him, thow art my Sone and air,
I the begat for euer and this day,
Thy deid purchest victorie preclair,
Syne from the deid, thow rais to King for ay,
My chosin in the, sall not cum to decay,
Quha trewlie traistis in thy godlie name,
Sall neuer die, Eternallie I plane.
I the begat for euer and this day,
Thy deid purchest victorie preclair,
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My chosin in the, sall not cum to decay,
Quha trewlie traistis in thy godlie name,
Sall neuer die, Eternallie I plane.
My Sone I will the geue all Natiounis,
In heritage, and put thame in thy cure:
To reule thame with thy ministratiounis,
And preif thame with the Croce at thy plesure,
To purge thair fleshlie lust, and mak thame pure
And for to rais thair myndis spirituall,
To pryse thy name now and perpetuall.
In heritage, and put thame in thy cure:
To reule thame with thy ministratiounis,
And preif thame with the Croce at thy plesure,
To purge thair fleshlie lust, and mak thame pure
And for to rais thair myndis spirituall,
To pryse thy name now and perpetuall.
Heirfoir Kingis and rewlaris now be war,
Aduert till Goddis word and Discipline.
Ressaif his sone abone all thing prefar,
His Godlie word, and keip weill his doctrine,
Leir him to dreid, and traist in till him syne,
Quhilk is the trew wirship and rychteousnes
That God requyris of mankynd mair and les.
Aduert till Goddis word and Discipline.
Ressaif his sone abone all thing prefar,
His Godlie word, and keip weill his doctrine,
Leir him to dreid, and traist in till him syne,
Quhilk is the trew wirship and rychteousnes
That God requyris of mankynd mair and les.
Ressaif thairfoir his sweit correctioun,
That he na mair with ȝow offendit be.
Befoir your eine with trew affectioun,
And in ȝour hart ȝe haif him Identlie,
Obey his Law, for quhen greuit is he,
Than quha dar his Iust Iugement abyde
Blissit ar they, quhilk on him dois confyde,
That he na mair with ȝow offendit be.
Befoir your eine with trew affectioun,
And in ȝour hart ȝe haif him Identlie,
Obey his Law, for quhen greuit is he,
Than quha dar his Iust Iugement abyde
Blissit ar they, quhilk on him dois confyde,
FINIS.
Saluum me fac. Psal. xj.
Saif vs gude Lord, and succour send,
For perisit is halynes:
And treuth away from men is wend,
And fled fra thame is faithfulnes,
Dissait amang thame sa is sawin,
The veritie may nocht be knawin.
Thair tungis ar full of feinȝernes.
For perisit is halynes:
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And fled fra thame is faithfulnes,
Dissait amang thame sa is sawin,
The veritie may nocht be knawin.
Thair tungis ar full of feinȝernes.
Thair leing tungis, o Lord, cut out,
That speikis in to thy comtemptioun:
And sayis in all place round about,
Our tungis hes ane exemptioun.
Euin as we pleis, our lippis may lie,
For we haue all authoritie
Nane hes of vs dominioun.
That speikis in to thy comtemptioun:
And sayis in all place round about,
Our tungis hes ane exemptioun.
Euin as we pleis, our lippis may lie,
For we haue all authoritie
Nane hes of vs dominioun.
Bot God hes said, and will it keip,
I will ryse vp incontinent,
For the opprest that sair dois weip,
And murning of the indigent.
The pure that vexit is so soir.
I will them saue, and them restoir,
Fra wickit toungis teichement.
I will ryse vp incontinent,
For the opprest that sair dois weip,
And murning of the indigent.
The pure that vexit is so soir.
I will them saue, and them restoir,
Fra wickit toungis teichement.
And Goddis word and promit,
Is trewar, cleirar, and mair pure,
Then siluer, seuin tymes purifyit,
Sen that thow art in word sa sure
Thow saue vs from sic sort of men,
And fra the doctrine that they ken,
Eternally on vs tak cure.
Is trewar, cleirar, and mair pure,
Then siluer, seuin tymes purifyit,
Sen that thow art in word sa sure
Thow saue vs from sic sort of men,
And fra the doctrine that they ken,
Eternally on vs tak cure.
Quhen Hypocrites ar principall,
And hiest in authoritie:
On force the pepill follow sall
Thair falset and Hypocrisie
The pepill follow mon on neid,
Thir Prelatis and thair wickit deid
Baith blindit from the veritie.
And hiest in authoritie:
On force the pepill follow sall
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The pepill follow mon on neid,
Thir Prelatis and thair wickit deid
Baith blindit from the veritie.
FINIS.
Vsquequo Domine. Psal. xxij.
O Lord how lang for euer wil thow forȝet
And hyde thy face fra me, or ȝit how lang
Sall I reheirs thy counsell in my hart
Quhen sall my hart ceis of this sorie sang,
O Lord behald help me, and licht my eine,
That suddand sleip of deid do me na teine.
And hyde thy face fra me, or ȝit how lang
Sall I reheirs thy counsell in my hart
Quhen sall my hart ceis of this sorie sang,
O Lord behald help me, and licht my eine,
That suddand sleip of deid do me na teine.
Or ellis quhen my enemeis seis my fall,
We did preuaill, sone will thay say on me
And gif thay se me be thame brocht in thrall,
Thay will reioyce into thair tyrannie
Bot I in God hes hope and traist to se
His godly help than sall I loue the Lord
Quhilk did me saue fra them that had me schord.
We did preuaill, sone will thay say on me
And gif thay se me be thame brocht in thrall,
Thay will reioyce into thair tyrannie
Bot I in God hes hope and traist to se
His godly help than sall I loue the Lord
Quhilk did me saue fra them that had me schord.
FINIS.
Domine quis habitabit? Psal. xxiiij.
O Lord quha sall in heuin dwell with the
In thy tirumphāt, throne and Tabernakil
Or quha sall on thy haly hill sa hie
Mak residence, and haue his Habitakill,
The Innocent that is ane spectakill
Of haly lyfe and conuersatioun
And iust in all his operatioun.
In thy tirumphāt, throne and Tabernakil
Or quha sall on thy haly hill sa hie
Mak residence, and haue his Habitakill,
The Innocent that is ane spectakill
Of haly lyfe and conuersatioun
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And he quhilk on the treuth hes all his thocht,
And with his toung the same for till furthschaw
And quhais toung his Nichtbour novis nocht
And hurtis nane be boist, nor ȝit be blaw
And thocht his Nichtbouris faute or vice be knaw
He scornis not: bot dois till his brother
As that he wald till him did ony vther.
And with his toung the same for till furthschaw
And quhais toung his Nichtbour novis nocht
And hurtis nane be boist, nor ȝit be blaw
And thocht his Nichtbouris faute or vice be knaw
He scornis not: bot dois till his brother
As that he wald till him did ony vther.
He that hes in na reputatioun
The wickit men, in nurisching thair vice:
With flatterie, and adulatioun,
And all gude men he haldis into pryse,
And thay that dreidis God he countis wise
Quhat euer he sweir to ony man or say
His promeis he will keip without delay.
The wickit men, in nurisching thair vice:
With flatterie, and adulatioun,
And all gude men he haldis into pryse,
And thay that dreidis God he countis wise
Quhat euer he sweir to ony man or say
His promeis he will keip without delay.
Na Occour will he vse intill his lane,
Bot frely with his Nichtbour len and borrow
Contrair the iust, rewaird he will tak nane
Bot him defend from fyre, schame and sorrow
This will he do at midnicht and at morrow
Quhat euer he be that weill obseruis this.
Sall neuer perishe, but ring in heuinis blis.
Bot frely with his Nichtbour len and borrow
Contrair the iust, rewaird he will tak nane
Bot him defend from fyre, schame and sorrow
This will he do at midnicht and at morrow
Quhat euer he be that weill obseruis this.
Sall neuer perishe, but ring in heuinis blis.
FINIS.
Dominus regit me. Psal. xxiij.
The Lord God is my Pastor gude,
Aboundantly me for to feid
Then how can I be destitute
Of any gude thing in my neid.
He feidis me in feildis fair,
To Riueris sweit, pure and preclair.
He dryuis me but ony dreid.
Aboundantly me for to feid
Then how can I be destitute
Of any gude thing in my neid.
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To Riueris sweit, pure and preclair.
He dryuis me but ony dreid.
My saull and lyfe he dois refresche,
And me conuoyis in the way
Of his iustice and richteousnes
And me defendis from decay,
Not for my warkis verteousnes,
Bot for his name sa glorious
Preseruis me baith nicht and day.
And me conuoyis in the way
Of his iustice and richteousnes
And me defendis from decay,
Not for my warkis verteousnes,
Bot for his name sa glorious
Preseruis me baith nicht and day.
And thocht I wauer, or ga will,
Or am in danger for to die.
Na breid of deid sall cum me till.
Nor feir of cruell tyrannie.
Becaus that thow art me besyde,
To gouerne me and be my gyde,
From all mischeif and miserie.
Or am in danger for to die.
Na breid of deid sall cum me till.
Nor feir of cruell tyrannie.
Becaus that thow art me besyde,
To gouerne me and be my gyde,
From all mischeif and miserie.
Thy staffe quhairof I stand greit awe,
And thy scheip huke me for to fang,
Thay nurture me, my fautes to knaw
Quhen fra the hie way I ga wrang
Thairfoir my Spreit is blyith and glaid
Quhen on my flesche thy scurge is laid,
In the richt way to gar me gang.
And thy scheip huke me for to fang,
Thay nurture me, my fautes to knaw
Quhen fra the hie way I ga wrang
Thairfoir my Spreit is blyith and glaid
Quhen on my flesche thy scurge is laid,
In the richt way to gar me gang.
And thow ane Tabill dois prouyde,
Befoir me, full of all delyte
Contrair to my persewaris pryde,
To thair displeasure and dispyte.
Thow hes anointed weill my heid
And full my coupe thow hes maid,
With mony diches of delyte.
Befoir me, full of all delyte
Contrair to my persewaris pryde,
To thair displeasure and dispyte.
Thow hes anointed weill my heid
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With mony diches of delyte.
Thy gudnes and beningtie
Let euer be with me thairfoir
And quhill I liue vntill I die,
Thow lay them vp with me in stoir
That I may haue my dwelling place
Into thy hous befoir thy face,
To ring with the for euer moir.
Let euer be with me thairfoir
And quhill I liue vntill I die,
Thow lay them vp with me in stoir
That I may haue my dwelling place
Into thy hous befoir thy face,
To ring with the for euer moir.
FINIS.
Exultate iusti in Domino. Psal. xxxiij.
Ȝe Richteous reioyce and loue the LordIust men to thank thair God dois weil accord
Play on ȝour Lute, & sweitly to it sing
Tak Harpe in hand with mony lustie string
Tyrle on the ten stringit Instrument,
And prais ȝour God with hart and hail intent
Sing na auld thing the quhilk is abrogate
Bot sing sum new plesand perfite ballat
Blaw vp Organis with glaid and heuinly sound
Ioyfull in hart, quhilk all the skyis resound
For Goddis word is treuth and veritie,
And dois all his deidis faithfullie
The Lord lufis iustice and richteousnes,
And all the eird is full of his gudnes
The heuinnis hie wer creat be the Lord,
Thair ornamentis wer dressit be his word
He heipis vp the wateris lyke ane hill.
Syne turnis them in deip quhen that he will.
Dreid ȝe the Lord, all dwelleris on the ground,
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Quhat God decretis is done incontinent.
All Creature obeyis his commandement.
The Counsellis of the wickit and deuyse
He perturbis, appeirand euer sa wyse.
He scornis all thair Consolatioun,
And wickit pepillis Imaginatioun,
Bot his counsell sall lest perpetuall,
And sall indure till generations all.
Full happy is the pepill maist and leist.
Quhilk in yair God, & Lord hes all yair traist
And quhome that God do cheis before all aige,
Thaine to posseid in proper heritage.
The Lord lukis furth of his heuinlie sait,
And persauis all men of euerilk stait,
From his tryumphant throne he dois beholde
All Natiounis, and dwellaris on the molde,
For he allone did creat all thair hartis,
And he allone dois knaw all thair warkis,
The King is not saif, be his greit armie,
Nor Iyand saif be strenth of his bodie.
The bardit hors in neid sall men dissaif,
And many thousand hors may na man saif.
The eyis of the Lord thay do aduert
To them that dreidis him with all thair hart
Traisting his godly help with patience.
To saif thair lyfe in tyme of pestilence.
And in the tyme of derth them for to feid.
And be thair only help in all thair neid:
Thairfoir my Saull in God put thy beleif,
Our strenth and targe to saif vs fra mischeif,
Our hart salbe into the Lord ioyous,
Sen we traist in thy Name maist glorious
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Euin as we traist in thy greit gentilnes.
FINIS.
Noli æmulari in malignantibus. psal. xxxvij.
Thow sall not follow wickit menis wayisNor ȝit murne that sinfull haue gude dayis.
For lyke the widderit hay sone sall thay faid
And as the grasse that wallowis rute and blaid
Bot in the Lord put thow thy haill beleif,
And wirk his will and not yat may him greif
And than the frutefull land thow sall posses,
Aboundantlie, and sall haue grit riches,
Into the Lord put all thy haill delyte,
And he sall grant thy hartis appetyte.
Schaw furth befoir the Lord thy mynd and will
And traist in him he fall it weill fulfill.
Than as the goldin morning schynis bricht,
Sa sall thy Iustice schine till euerie wicht,
And as the Sone in midday schawis fair,
Sa sall thy vertew knawin be alquhair,
Upon the Lord haue euer thyne intent.
Befoir thyne eine and haue him ay present.
And muse the not at thair prosperitie.
That leuis all thair lyfe wrangouslie.
Remoue rancour, and Ire furth of thy thocht
The ill exempill of the wickit follow nocht.
For cruell men sall sune destroyit be,
Bot quha abydis the Lord pacientlie
Sall bruke the land, and his possessioun
Full peciabillie without oppressioun.
Suffer a lytill quhile, and thow sall se,
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Thow sall behald him and his mantioun,
Be brocht to nocht and vtter confusioun.
But humbill men sall inherite the eird.
And leif in peace fra wickit mens reird.
The sinful man with euill will await,
The Innocent that can mak na debait.
With countenance austeir sall on him gyrne,
His Irefull hart with baill sall euer byrne.
Bot yu gude Lord, sall lauch thame all to scorne
And knawis the tyme that thay salbe forlorne
The cruell men sall draw thair birnist brand,
And haue thair bow bent reddy in thair hand
For till slay the meik and Innocent.
That thay may cum to thair wickit intent.
Thair awin sword sall stryke thame throw the hart,
And brokin sall thair bow be in all part.
The lytill of the Iust is mair commendit,
Sa that it be weill win and better spendit,
Than is the grit ryches of wickit men,
Quhair throw thay do baith god & man miskē
The power of the wickit sall decay,
Bot God sall preserue the Iust man for ay.
The tymes of the Iust, God dois record,
Thair heritage salbe with God the Lord:
In tyme of perrell thay sal not be agast,
And in grit derth thair fude salbe adrest.
Bot wickit men sall perishe in thair neid
And thay that of the gude Lord hes na dreid,
Lyke Sacrifice thay sall consumit be,
Quhair of bot reik, thow can na mair se
The wickit man will tak, and wil not pay,
The Iust frelie wil gif without delay,
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Sall bruke the land, bot quha will delude
Or dois blaspheme the kynde and liberall,
Sall rutit be furth of memoriall.
The paithis of the Iust, God dois direct,
He luiffis him and will him not neclect.
Suppose he fall be sey, or ȝit be land,
God will erect him with his helping hand:
I haue bene ȝung, and cum now to grit age,
Ȝit saw I neuer the Iust left in thirlage,
Nor ȝit haue sene his posteritie,
Begand thair breid for grit necessitie.
Bot he will giue and len his gude at large,
Till thame that myster hes & will him charge,
Ȝit sall his seid leif into plenteousnes,
Aboundantly posses grit riches
He leuis ill, and followis gude thairfoir,
With God he sall Ring euer moir,
The Lord luiffis Iustice and equitie,
And leuis not his Sanctis in miserie,
For he on thame perpetuallie hes cure,
Bot wickit mennis seid sall not indure,
Iust men with Ioy the eird sall posses,
And dwell lang tyme on it and haue succes.
The Iust mannis mouth exercis sapience,
Of equitie ay speik and of prudence.
The Law of God is in his hart sa haill{,}
In all his wayis thairfoir he can nocht faill,
The wickit doiȝ obserue the innocent,
To seik to slay him with cruell intent,
Bot God will not him leif into his neid,
Bot will him saif fra tyrannis wickit deid.
Thay can not him condampne quhen thay accuse
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Traist in the Lord and keip weill his command,
And he sall the exalt in euerie land.
Posses the eird thow sall and with thyne E,
The wickit men destroyit sall thow se.
Sum tyme a Tyrane flureis haue I sene,
Lyke lawrel tre quhilk euer growis grene.
Bot in schort tyme sune was he brocht to nocht
He was not found nor that belangit him ocht
Keip Iustice, and haue, E, vnto the richt,
That sal mak peace for euer with god of micht
For wrangus men sall end mischeuouslie,
And wickit mennis fyne is miserie.
The Iust all hail vpon the Lord dependis,
Quhilk is his strenth & all tyme him defēdis,
God helpis him and sendis him supplie,
And sauis him fra Tyrannis crueltie
Because in him he did put his traist,
Into his trublis grit culd him molest.
FINIS.
Exaudi Deus orationem meam. Psal. lxiiij.
O Lord aduert vnto my voce and cry,
Now quhen I pray vnto thy Maiestie.
From dredour of my mortall Ennemie,
Defend my lyfe and als delyuer me,
Defend me from the fals subtellitie,
Of wickit men, and from the cruelnes,
Of thame that alwayis wirk vnrichteousnes,
Now quhen I pray vnto thy Maiestie.
From dredour of my mortall Ennemie,
Defend my lyfe and als delyuer me,
Defend me from the fals subtellitie,
Of wickit men, and from the cruelnes,
Of thame that alwayis wirk vnrichteousnes,
Fra yame that hes thair tungis scharp & groūd
And scharper than ony twa edgeit sword,
Lyke dridly dartis thow geuis stang & stound,
Rycht sa proceidis of thair mouth euerie word,
Quhair with to stay thay think it bot a bourd,
The Innocent, with secreit dissemblance:
Without dredour of Goddis vengeance.
And scharper than ony twa edgeit sword,
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Rycht sa proceidis of thair mouth euerie word,
Quhair with to stay thay think it bot a bourd,
The Innocent, with secreit dissemblance:
Without dredour of Goddis vengeance.
Thay haue deuysit abhominatioun,
Amang thame selfis in thair maliciousnes
Richt priuelie is thair communicatioun,
To set thair nettis with clokit craftines,
With sic deuice as it war halynes
That na man suld thair violence espye,
Quhilk wald reuenge thair fals Hypocrisie.
Amang thame selfis in thair maliciousnes
Richt priuelie is thair communicatioun,
To set thair nettis with clokit craftines,
With sic deuice as it war halynes
That na man suld thair violence espye,
Quhilk wald reuenge thair fals Hypocrisie.
Thair counsell is to seirche and to Inquyre,
The Innocent with wrang for till accuse.
In all this warld thay haue na mair desyre,
For euer in thair mynde of this thay mufe,
Quha will delapit thay will mak na refufe,
Of fa, or fule, and for suspitioun.
Thay will bring men vnto confusioun.
The Innocent with wrang for till accuse.
In all this warld thay haue na mair desyre,
For euer in thair mynde of this thay mufe,
Quha will delapit thay will mak na refufe,
Of fa, or fule, and for suspitioun.
Thay will bring men vnto confusioun.
Bot now na mair thair malice sall remaine,
For God sall stryke them in schort sesoun
Of quhome thay salbe plaguit with grit paine
And men sall hald thame in derisioun,
Thair tungs salbe thair awin confusoun,
Quhilk was sa scharp in contrair Innocence,
That for thame selfis thay sall mak na defence.
For God sall stryke them in schort sesoun
Of quhome thay salbe plaguit with grit paine
And men sall hald thame in derisioun,
Thair tungs salbe thair awin confusoun,
Quhilk was sa scharp in contrair Innocence,
That for thame selfis thay sall mak na defence.
Quhen men sall se this haistie suddand change
Than sall thay wunder and cleirlie vnderstand,
That it is God quhilk dois his awin reuenge
All men sal se this wark of Goddis hand.
And sall weill knaw, that name can him withstād
The Iust sall traist in God and als reioyis,
And all trew hartis sall ioy to heir this noyis
Than sall thay wunder and cleirlie vnderstand,
That it is God quhilk dois his awin reuenge
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And sall weill knaw, that name can him withstād
The Iust sall traist in God and als reioyis,
And all trew hartis sall ioy to heir this noyis
FINIS.
Quam bonus Deus Israelj. Psal. lxxiij.
Till trew in hart God of Israell is sweit,
Bot stakerand almaist failȝeit my feit
Quhen I beheld thir peruerst wickit men.
Prosper alway, thocht thay did God mis ken.
Bot stakerand almaist failȝeit my feit
Quhen I beheld thir peruerst wickit men.
Prosper alway, thocht thay did God mis ken.
Thair is na ȝock thir wickit men may oppres.
Bot euer in weith plesour and grit riches,
Quhen vther men at trublit and disesit,
With all pastime full plesandlie thay ar easit.
Bot euer in weith plesour and grit riches,
Quhen vther men at trublit and disesit,
With all pastime full plesandlie thay ar easit.
Throw quhilk thay ar exaltit in to pryde,
Thair violence and wrang walkis full wyde
Throw thair grit micht in alkin lust thay leif,
Quhat thay can think, vnto thair hart thay geif.
Thair violence and wrang walkis full wyde
Throw thair grit micht in alkin lust thay leif,
Quhat thay can think, vnto thair hart thay geif.
Quhat euer is done thay think it vanitie,
Bot giue that thay the authoure of it be,
God of heui thay blaspheme with thair mouth
To curs all men thay think it na vncouth.
Bot giue that thay the authoure of it be,
God of heui thay blaspheme with thair mouth
To curs all men thay think it na vncouth.
For this the peple dois flow to and fra,
Quhen thay the wickit with welth se do swa,
Thay dar be bald to dout giue God dois knaw,
Or vnderstand the breking of his Law.
Quhen thay the wickit with welth se do swa,
Thay dar be bald to dout giue God dois knaw,
Or vnderstand the breking of his Law.
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And I also thocht thair prosperitie
Suld euer indure with thame Eternallie
And thocht, vnto my self I did offence,
That wusche my handis and leuit in innocence.
Suld euer indure with thame Eternallie
And thocht, vnto my self I did offence,
That wusche my handis and leuit in innocence.
To thole distres I thocht it was in vaine,
Baith day and nicht to tak on me sic paine.
Quhen I had lang argound on sic a kinde,
The Sonnis of God I dampnit in my minde.
Baith day and nicht to tak on me sic paine.
Quhen I had lang argound on sic a kinde,
The Sonnis of God I dampnit in my minde.
I tuke trauell on this to knaw the treuth,
Bot all for nocht, my laubour was bot sleuth.
Quhen I sall enter in Goddis secreit place,
Than sall I se thair end befoir my face.
Bot all for nocht, my laubour was bot sleuth.
Quhen I sall enter in Goddis secreit place,
Than sall I se thair end befoir my face.
Full slydrie is the sait, that thay on sit,
And for thair fault till hell sune sall thay flit.
For suddenlie thay sall die with mischeif,
Thair destructioun sall be without releif.
And for thair fault till hell sune sall thay flit.
For suddenlie thay sall die with mischeif,
Thair destructioun sall be without releif.
As quhen ane man awalkis of his dreame
Sa sall the Lord destroy thair fulische fame.
Quhen I had this Imaginatioun
My dullie Spreit was in greit passioun.
Sa sall the Lord destroy thair fulische fame.
Quhen I had this Imaginatioun
My dullie Spreit was in greit passioun.
Imprudently this brint I in my thocht,
In thy presence as brutall beist of nocht
Ȝit leit thow not me fall on sic ane sort
Bot held my hand, and gaue me gude comfort.
In thy presence as brutall beist of nocht
Ȝit leit thow not me fall on sic ane sort
Bot held my hand, and gaue me gude comfort.
With thy counsell thow sall me weill conuay,
And efter this ressaue me to thy ioy
O Lord quhat euer in heuin ordand for me,
Quther in eird, compair I not to the.
And efter this ressaue me to thy ioy
O Lord quhat euer in heuin ordand for me,
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Na thing am I, my body nor my hart.
God is my strenth and euer salbe my part.
Perishe sall thay, that fleis from the far,
Loste sall thay be, that ocht to the prefar.
God is my strenth and euer salbe my part.
Perishe sall thay, that fleis from the far,
Loste sall thay be, that ocht to the prefar.
To me forsuith, I think it for the best,
To clene to God, and on him put my traist
And schaw the nobill warkis that he hes done
To quhome be gloir ringand in his throne.
To clene to God, and on him put my traist
And schaw the nobill warkis that he hes done
To quhome be gloir ringand in his throne.
FINIS.
Deus quis similis erit tibi. Psal. lxxxiij.
God for thy grace thow keip no moir silence
Postpon it not bot haist thy vengeance
On Hypocritis, humelie I the exhort.
For thay Rebellis with rage do resort.
And thay quhilk at the haue mortall seid,
Contrair thy micht hes lifted vp thair heid.
Postpon it not bot haist thy vengeance
On Hypocritis, humelie I the exhort.
For thay Rebellis with rage do resort.
And thay quhilk at the haue mortall seid,
Contrair thy micht hes lifted vp thair heid.
And till oppres thy pepill do pretend,
Under pretente and cloikit halynes.
With subtell slycht to slay vs thay intend.
Confiderat thay ar baith mair and les.
Contrair thy testament, our hope & richteousnes
Thay say, thay sall vs rute from the ground,
That na mentioun of vs sall mair be found.
Under pretente and cloikit halynes.
With subtell slycht to slay vs thay intend.
Confiderat thay ar baith mair and les.
Contrair thy testament, our hope & richteousnes
Thay say, thay sall vs rute from the ground,
That na mentioun of vs sall mair be found.
Thay now conspyre with cruell hart and fell,
With ane consent, togidder in ane band:
Quhilk neuer befoir culd gre amang thame sell,
Stryuand for stait, and hicht, in euerie land.
Bot contrair the togidder stife thay stand.
And fast lyke burris, thay cleif baith ane and all
To hald o God thy word and vs in thrall.
With ane consent, togidder in ane band:
Quhilk neuer befoir culd gre amang thame sell,
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Bot contrair the togidder stife thay stand.
And fast lyke burris, thay cleif baith ane and all
To hald o God thy word and vs in thrall.
Ȝe Edomeitis Idoll with thrinfald Croune,
The crop and rute of pryde and Tyrannie,
Ȝe Ismalitis with scarlat hat and gowne,
Ȝour bludie boist na syith can satisfyie
Ȝe Moabitis with hornis twa full hie
Ourwart lyke scheip ȝe beir the beistis mark,
Inwart lyke tykis ȝe byte bot can not bark.
The crop and rute of pryde and Tyrannie,
Ȝe Ismalitis with scarlat hat and gowne,
Ȝour bludie boist na syith can satisfyie
Ȝe Moabitis with hornis twa full hie
Ourwart lyke scheip ȝe beir the beistis mark,
Inwart lyke tykis ȝe byte bot can not bark.
Of Agarins quhat tung can tell the tryne,
With hurklit hude ouir a weill nureist neck,
Iabell and Amon, als fat as ony swyne,
Quhilk can not do, bot drink, sing, Iouk and bek
The Amelekis, that lesingis weill can clek.
The Palistenis, with dum Doctouris of Tyre
Quhilk dar nocht dispute, bot cryis, fyre, fyre.
With hurklit hude ouir a weill nureist neck,
Iabell and Amon, als fat as ony swyne,
Quhilk can not do, bot drink, sing, Iouk and bek
The Amelekis, that lesingis weill can clek.
The Palistenis, with dum Doctouris of Tyre
Quhilk dar nocht dispute, bot cryis, fyre, fyre.
Assure in harnes is with thame euer moir,
Companȝeoun he is perpetuall,
To Lotis Sonis, for to mantene thair gloir,
He wate nocht ellis, for his conscience is thrall
To thame quhilk hes na hope celestiall,
Bot contrair God indurit hes thair hartis,
Syne fylis Princes, blindly, tak thair partis.
Companȝeoun he is perpetuall,
To Lotis Sonis, for to mantene thair gloir,
He wate nocht ellis, for his conscience is thrall
To thame quhilk hes na hope celestiall,
Bot contrair God indurit hes thair hartis,
Syne fylis Princes, blindly, tak thair partis.
O God of gloir resist thair cruelnes,
As thow sum tyme ouerthrew the Madionitis
And Sicera, with his maliciousnes.
And Iabene, with his bludie Hypocritis,
At Kyson flude, as weill the storie dytis
Thay perischit at Endor throw thy micht
Syne mucke become and fylth for all thair hicht.
As thow sum tyme ouerthrew the Madionitis
And Sicera, with his maliciousnes.
And Iabene, with his bludie Hypocritis,
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Thay perischit at Endor throw thy micht
Syne mucke become and fylth for all thair hicht.
Thair gouernouris and gydis gif siclike,
As Oreb, Seb, Seba, and Ȝelmanie.
Thair sinnis shawis thap ar a bludie byke.
And ȝeit, thay wald throw thair Hypocrisie,
Posses the Kirk of God, throw tyrannie,
And will cum to na counsell generall.
For feir thay lose thair pompe pontificall.
As Oreb, Seb, Seba, and Ȝelmanie.
Thair sinnis shawis thap ar a bludie byke.
And ȝeit, thay wald throw thair Hypocrisie,
Posses the Kirk of God, throw tyrannie,
And will cum to na counsell generall.
For feir thay lose thair pompe pontificall.
As quheill vnstabill and caffe befoir the wind
And as the wod consumit is with fyre:
And as the flame burning, quhair it can find,
The faggat, in the feild, with grit Impyre:
Siclike persew thame with thy greuous Ire,
Lat thy tempest thair wraithfulnes reuenge,
And lat thy storme thair pryde in purteth change.
And as the wod consumit is with fyre:
And as the flame burning, quhair it can find,
The faggat, in the feild, with grit Impyre:
Siclike persew thame with thy greuous Ire,
Lat thy tempest thair wraithfulnes reuenge,
And lat thy storme thair pryde in purteth change.
Confound thame Lord, that thay may seik thy name
Perturbe yair minde with cair continuall.
And let thame perische, and cum till vtter schame
Lat thame knaw the, for the God Eternall,
Allanerlie on the allone to call.
And the obey, abone all eirdlie thing,
Maist michtiest, maist hiest in thy Ring.
Perturbe yair minde with cair continuall.
And let thame perische, and cum till vtter schame
Lat thame knaw the, for the God Eternall,
Allanerlie on the allone to call.
And the obey, abone all eirdlie thing,
Maist michtiest, maist hiest in thy Ring.
FINIS.
Qui habitat in adiutorio. Psal. lxxxj.
Qvha on the hiest will depend,
And in his secreit help will traist,
Almichtie God sall him defend
And gyde him with his haly Gaist,
Thairfoir with mynde rype and degest,
Thow say to God my trew releue,
My hope, my God of michtis maist,
Onlie in him I will beleue.
And in his secreit help will traist,
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And gyde him with his haly Gaist,
Thairfoir with mynde rype and degest,
Thow say to God my trew releue,
My hope, my God of michtis maist,
Onlie in him I will beleue.
He sall delyuer the at neid,
And saue thy lyfe from pestilence,
His wings ar thy weirlie weid.
His pennes ar thy strang defence,
And thow sall haue experience,
That his trew promeis is thy scheild
His word of grit magnificence,
Sall be thy buklar and thy beild.
And saue thy lyfe from pestilence,
His wings ar thy weirlie weid.
His pennes ar thy strang defence,
And thow sall haue experience,
That his trew promeis is thy scheild
His word of grit magnificence,
Sall be thy buklar and thy beild.
Na wickit Spreit sall the affray,
Nor the delude into the nicht,
The fleand dartis be the day,
To trubill the sall haue na micht.
Na suddand chance of vncouth slicht,
Sall cummer the, nor mak the red,
Nor the perturbe in mark nor licht.
Bot from all plague thow sall be fred.
Nor the delude into the nicht,
The fleand dartis be the day,
To trubill the sall haue na micht.
Na suddand chance of vncouth slicht,
Sall cummer the, nor mak the red,
Nor the perturbe in mark nor licht.
Bot from all plague thow sall be fred.
And thow sall se at thy left hand,
Ane thousand haue ane suddand fall.
And als thow sall se ten thousand
At thy richt hand, quhilk perische sall.
Ȝit nocht to the sall cum at all.
Bot thow sall with thine eine behald,
Sinnaris put fra memoriall,
With plagues grit and monyfald.
Ane thousand haue ane suddand fall.
And als thow sall se ten thousand
At thy richt hand, quhilk perische sall.
Ȝit nocht to the sall cum at all.
Bot thow sall with thine eine behald,
Sinnaris put fra memoriall,
With plagues grit and monyfald.
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O Lord my hope and all my grace,
Thow saue me for thy grit mercy.
Thy gyrth is set in sicker place,
For he sall saue the michtfullie.
And na mischance sall cum to the,
Nor maledie sall the molest,
Na misfortoun thy hous sall se.
Bot all thingis wirk sall for the best.
Thow saue me for thy grit mercy.
Thy gyrth is set in sicker place,
For he sall saue the michtfullie.
And na mischance sall cum to the,
Nor maledie sall the molest,
Na misfortoun thy hous sall se.
Bot all thingis wirk sall for the best.
His Angellis he sall giue ane charge,
That thay on the sall take the cure.
In all thy wayis to be ane targe,
To keip the from misauenture,
And with thair handis thay sall the sure,
That thow hurt nocht aganis ane craig.
Thy fute bot sall preserue the sure,
From perrellis, panis, and from plaig.
That thay on the sall take the cure.
In all thy wayis to be ane targe,
To keip the from misauenture,
And with thair handis thay sall the sure,
That thow hurt nocht aganis ane craig.
Thy fute bot sall preserue the sure,
From perrellis, panis, and from plaig.
Thow sall strampe on the edderis strang,
And tred on the cruell Cocketrice,
The Lyonnis craig, thow sall ouer gang.
The dreidfull Dragoun thow sall chace.
Sen thow me traistis in all case{,}
Sayis God{,} I sall the saif from schame,
And the defend in euerie place,
For cause thow knew my godly name.
And tred on the cruell Cocketrice,
The Lyonnis craig, thow sall ouer gang.
The dreidfull Dragoun thow sall chace.
Sen thow me traistis in all case{,}
Sayis God{,} I sall the saif from schame,
And the defend in euerie place,
For cause thow knew my godly name.
Quhen thow sall call, I sall the heir,
And in distres sall be with the.
I sall restoir the haill and feir,
And als I sall the magnifie.
With lang lyfe dotit sall thow be.
And at the last I sall the bring.
Quhair throw eternall gloir sall se,
For euer moir with me to Ring.
And in distres sall be with the.
I sall restoir the haill and feir,
And als I sall the magnifie.
With lang lyfe dotit sall thow be.
And at the last I sall the bring.
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For euer moir with me to Ring.
FINIS
In exitu Israell. Psal. lxxxj.
Qvhen fra Egypt departit Israell{,}And Iacobis hous fra pepill barbour sell
To Iuda Lord thow wes his Sauiour
And to Israell ane gyde and gouernour,
Quhilk quhen the se had sene, for feir it fled,
The flude Iordane ȝeid back, it was sa red.
The montainis muifit & ran athort lyke rāmis,
The hillis dansit and lichtly lap lyke lambis.
Thow swelland sey quhat muifit the to fle?
To gang abak Iordane quhat ailit the?
Quhat gart ȝow montanis lyke rāmis stert and stend?
And ȝe hillis lyke lābis loup and bend
It was the Lordis feir that maid sic reird,
And Iacobis God perturbit all the eird.
For God turnit the craig in fresche reueir.
The barrane brain Fontane water cleir,
Not vnto vs, not vnto vs, o Lord.
Bot to thy sweit promeis, and to thy word,
And to thy name be gloir allanerlie,
Quhilk keipis thy promeis faithfullie.
Thairfoir lat not our Ennemeis blaspheme
Thy Maiestie, for we may not sustene,
To heir thame say, quhair is thy grit ascence,
Thy godly help of thy magnificence.
Our God forsuith Ringis in heuin full hie.
And quhat him listis, or lykis workis he.
Thir Imagis of stock, stane, gilt with gold.
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Thay haue a mouth can nouther say nor sing
Thair eine ar blind, and thay can se na thing.
Thay can nocht heir, thocht men do cry and ȝell.
Thair nois thirlis can nouther sauer nor smell
Thay haue handis, can nouther feill nor grope.
Thair fundyit feit cā nouther gang nor loupe
Thay can pronūce na voce furth of thair throtis.
Thay ar ouergane with mouswobs & moitis
Quha makis thame, or traistis in thair support
Ar lyke to thame in all maner of sort.
Bot thow Israel in God put thy traist,
Thy Protectour into thy myster maist.
Ȝe hous of Aaron in God put ȝour beleif
Ȝour defendar, and na man can ȝow greif.
All worschippers of God traist in his Name,
He is ȝour help, and Sauiour allane.
The Lord hes mynde and mercy vpon vs,
Will fauour vs, and bring vs to his blis.
Als feid the hous of Israel with his fude
And to the hous of Aaron will be gude.
Thow sall do weill to them that dreidis the,
Baith ȝoung & auld, quhat stait yat euer yai be
God sall augment his pepill and Incres.
And eik thair sonnes and dochteris mair & les
He is the Lord that creat heuin
And eird, with his creatures, in dayis seuin.
The heuinnis ar the Lordis habitatioun
The eird he gaue to mannis propagatioun.
The deid may not the loue amang the laue,
Nor thay that ar discendit in thair graue.
Bot we that ar on liue sall loue and sing
To God for euer vnto our lyues ending.
FINIS.
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Nisi quia Dominus. Psal. cxxiiij.
Except the Lord with vs had stand,
Say furth, Israell, vnfenȝeitlie.
Had not the Lord bene our warrand.
Quhen men rais in our contrarie:
Thay had vs all on liue deuorit,
With Ire, sa scharpelie thay vs schorit.
Sa kendlit was thair crueltie.
Say furth, Israell, vnfenȝeitlie.
Had not the Lord bene our warrand.
Quhen men rais in our contrarie:
Thay had vs all on liue deuorit,
With Ire, sa scharpelie thay vs schorit.
Sa kendlit was thair crueltie.
For lyke the welterand wallis brym,
Thay had ouerquhelmit vs with micht
Lyke burnis that in spait fast rin,
Thay had ouerthrawin vs with slicht.
The bulrand stremis of thair pryde,
Had perishit vs throw bak and syde,
And reft fra vs our lyfe full richt.
Thay had ouerquhelmit vs with micht
Lyke burnis that in spait fast rin,
Thay had ouerthrawin vs with slicht.
The bulrand stremis of thair pryde,
Had perishit vs throw bak and syde,
And reft fra vs our lyfe full richt.
Bot louing to the Lord, allone,
That gaue vs nocht to be thair pray,
To be rent with thair teith anone.
Bot hes vs fred full well thame fray
Lyke to ane bird taine in ane net
The quhilk the Foullar for her set,
Sa is our lyfe weill win away.
That gaue vs nocht to be thair pray,
To be rent with thair teith anone.
Bot hes vs fred full well thame fray
Lyke to ane bird taine in ane net
The quhilk the Foullar for her set,
Sa is our lyfe weill win away.
The net is broken in pecis small,
And we ar sauit fra thair schame
Our hope was ay and euer sall
Be in the Lord, and in his Name,
The quhilk hes creat heuin sa hie.
And maid the eird sa meruellouslie,
And all the ferleis of the same.
And we ar sauit fra thair schame
Our hope was ay and euer sall
Be in the Lord, and in his Name,
The quhilk hes creat heuin sa hie.
And maid the eird sa meruellouslie,
And all the ferleis of the same.
FINIS.
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De profundis. psal. xxx.
Fra deip (O Lord) I call to the,
Lord heir my Inuocatioun
Thy eiris thow inclyne to me
And heir my Lamentatioun.
Forgif thou will our sin Impute
Till vs (O Lord) that we commit
Quha may byde thy accusatioun.
Lord heir my Inuocatioun
Thy eiris thow inclyne to me
And heir my Lamentatioun.
Forgif thou will our sin Impute
Till vs (O Lord) that we commit
Quha may byde thy accusatioun.
Bot thow art mercyfull and kynde,
And hes promittit in thy write,
Them that repent with hart and mynde
Of all thair sin to mak them quyte.
Thocht I be full of sinfulnes,
Ȝit thow art full of faithfulnes
And thy promeis trew and perfyte,
And hes promittit in thy write,
Them that repent with hart and mynde
Of all thair sin to mak them quyte.
Thocht I be full of sinfulnes,
Ȝit thow art full of faithfulnes
And thy promeis trew and perfyte,
My hope is steidfast in the Lord,
My Saull euer on him traist
And my beleue is in thy word
And all thy promittis maist and leist
My Saull on God waitis and is bent,
As watcheman wald the nicht wer went,
Bydand the day to tak him rest.
My Saull euer on him traist
And my beleue is in thy word
And all thy promittis maist and leist
My Saull on God waitis and is bent,
As watcheman wald the nicht wer went,
Bydand the day to tak him rest.
Israel in God put thy beleue,
For he is full of gentilnes,
Fredome, gudnes, and all releue
All Israel of thair distres,
He sall delyuer Israel
And all thair sinneris sall expell,
And cleith them with his richteousnes.
For he is full of gentilnes,
Fredome, gudnes, and all releue
All Israel of thair distres,
He sall delyuer Israel
And all thair sinneris sall expell,
And cleith them with his richteousnes.
FINIS.
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Super flumina Babylonis. psal. cxxxviij.
At the Riuers of Babylon,
Quhair we dwelt in Captiuitie,
Quhen we rememberit on Sion,
We weipit all full sorrowfullie
On the Sauch treis our Harpis we hang,
Quhen thay requyrit vs ane sang,
That held vs in sic thirldome
Thay bad vs sing sum Psalme or Himme,
That we sum tyme sang Sion in
To quhome we answerit full sone.
Quhair we dwelt in Captiuitie,
Quhen we rememberit on Sion,
We weipit all full sorrowfullie
On the Sauch treis our Harpis we hang,
Quhen thay requyrit vs ane sang,
That held vs in sic thirldome
Thay bad vs sing sum Psalme or Himme,
That we sum tyme sang Sion in
To quhome we answerit full sone.
How may we outher play or sing,
The Psalmes of our Lord sa sweit
Intill ane vncouth land or Reigne
My richt hand first sall that forleit,
Or Ierusalem forȝettin be,
Fast to my chaftis my toung sall be
Claspit, or that I it forȝet,
In my maist glaidnes and my game
I sall remember Ierusalem,
And all my hart vpon it set.
The Psalmes of our Lord sa sweit
Intill ane vncouth land or Reigne
My richt hand first sall that forleit,
Or Ierusalem forȝettin be,
Fast to my chaftis my toung sall be
Claspit, or that I it forȝet,
In my maist glaidnes and my game
I sall remember Ierusalem,
And all my hart vpon it set.
O Lord think on the Edometis,
How thay did at Ierusalem,
Thay bad destroy with cruelteis
Put all to sack, and it ouirquhelme
Bot wrakkit sall thow be Babylon,
And blyssit is that Campion,
Sall serue the as thow seruit vs
And he that sall thy barnis plaig
And rasche thair harnis aganis {a tre}
Is happy and full glorious.
How thay did at Ierusalem,
Thay bad destroy with cruelteis
Put all to sack, and it ouirquhelme
Bot wrakkit sall thow be Babylon,
And blyssit is that Campion,
Sall serue the as thow seruit vs
And he that sall thy barnis plaig
And rasche thair harnis aganis {a tre}
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Exaltabo te. psal. cliiij.
I will the loue my gracious Lord and KingThankand thy Name for euer will I sing
All tyme I will reioyce and sing to the,
And pryse thy name also perpetuallie.
Greit is the Lord, and all laude dois excell.
And his greit micht quha can discryue or tell.
Ane generation, thy warkis dois declair
Unto ane vther, and als thy greit powair.
Thy gloir, thy greitnes, and thy magnificence,
Thy nobill actis digne of rememberance,
I will furth schaw thy meruellis sa greit,
Thy magnitude I will it put in dyte
Memorie als of thy greit gentilnes
We sall ay sing, and of thy richteousnes.
The Lord is meik, and mercyfull is he.
slaw to reuenge, and to forgiue reddie
Courtes and kynde till all men is the Lord,
In all his warkis is misericord,
And all thy warkis do thank the thairfoir,
And all thy Sanctis to thy Name gif gloir
The gloriousnes of thy Kingdome teiche,
And with thair toung thy greit power preiche.
Till all natiounis thy magnitude and micht,
Of thy riche renoun the heuinly lusum licht
Thy royall Realme, is Realme of Realmes all
And thy Impyre indure for euer sall.
The Lord is help to thame that slyde and slūmer
Them that troublit ar bringis out of cummer
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Thow feidis them in all tyme and tyde,
Thow oppinnis furth thy hand ful graciouslie
And satisfyis all fleshe aboundantlie.
In all his wayis the Lord is Iust and richt,
In all his warkis is santifyit his micht,
Till all call on the Lord, he is full neir,
Sa that in trew beleif be thair prayer.
He grantis thair desyre that dreidis him
And heiris thame and forgeuis thair sin,
All thame that luffis the Lord he sauis thame,
And he confoundis all sort of wickit men
The louing of the Lord my mouth sall sound,
All louing men in to this warld sa round,
Sall loue thy name, perpetuall and moir,
Gif moir may be, regnand into thy gloir.
FINIS.
Deus venerunt gentes Psal. lxxvij.
The Hethim folk, Lord in thy heritage,
Hes cumin, til exerce thair tyrannie.
And hes defylit, euer to this aige,
The Tempill, quhilk was dedicat to the,
Quhilk haly was and ȝit sall blissit be.
Ierusalem as apellis, lay in heip,
Bot thow gude Lord, ryse vp and na mair sleip.
Hes cumin, til exerce thair tyrannie.
And hes defylit, euer to this aige,
The Tempill, quhilk was dedicat to the,
Quhilk haly was and ȝit sall blissit be.
Ierusalem as apellis, lay in heip,
Bot thow gude Lord, ryse vp and na mair sleip.
Thair tyrannie aganis thy commandis,
Richt cruellie exersit in dispyte,
Hes put to deid thy Iust and trew seruandis
The foulis of the heuin with grit delyte,
Did eit thair fleshe, and beistes sair culd byte.
Thair bodyis quhen thay lay in commoun streit
Ierusalem thairfoir richt sair did weip.
Richt cruellie exersit in dispyte,
Hes put to deid thy Iust and trew seruandis
The foulis of the heuin with grit delyte,
Did eit thair fleshe, and beistes sair culd byte.
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Ierusalem thairfoir richt sair did weip.
Thair blude was sched as Riueirs of a well
That compast hes Ierusalem about.
Nane was that micht thair tyrannie expell,
Aganis them it was sa strang and stout.
Thair bodyis throw yair danger and greit dout
Unburyit was, voide of all Sepulture,
That nane to bury them wald tak the cure.
That compast hes Ierusalem about.
Nane was that micht thair tyrannie expell,
Aganis them it was sa strang and stout.
Thair bodyis throw yair danger and greit dout
Unburyit was, voide of all Sepulture,
That nane to bury them wald tak the cure.
Our Nichtbouris (Lord) hes mockit vs with scorne,
And leuch at vs with greit Illusioun:
Bot thow gude (Lord) let vs not be forlorne,
How lang sall we remaine in confusioun?
Will thow vs hald in thair abusioun?
Unto the end sall thy wraith burne as fyre,
Allace (gude Lord) remufe fra vs sic Ire.
And leuch at vs with greit Illusioun:
Bot thow gude (Lord) let vs not be forlorne,
How lang sall we remaine in confusioun?
Will thow vs hald in thair abusioun?
Unto the end sall thy wraith burne as fyre,
Allace (gude Lord) remufe fra vs sic Ire.
Rather cast furth thy greif and cruelnes,
On wickit men, quhilk neuer will the knaw,
And Realmes quhilk mis knaw thy godlynes,
Not hauand E vnto thy godly Law.
For Iacob and his hous thay sair ouirthraw,
And hes vs left all solpit into cair,
Beleuand for to bring vs to dispair.
On wickit men, quhilk neuer will the knaw,
And Realmes quhilk mis knaw thy godlynes,
Not hauand E vnto thy godly Law.
For Iacob and his hous thay sair ouirthraw,
And hes vs left all solpit into cair,
Beleuand for to bring vs to dispair.
Auoyde (Lord) furth of thy remembrance,
Our sinfull lyfe that we haue sleipit in:
Our will salbe thy mercy to aduance,
For be the samin remittit is our sin.
And as water fast rinnis ouir ane Lin.
Dois not returne againe to the awin place,
Sa thow gude Lord put our sin from thy face.
Our sinfull lyfe that we haue sleipit in:
Our will salbe thy mercy to aduance,
For be the samin remittit is our sin.
And as water fast rinnis ouir ane Lin.
Dois not returne againe to the awin place,
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Help vs gude Lord, our gyde and Gouernour
Delyuer vs for thy Names saik glorious,
Thow art our hope, our help and Sauiour,
And als our sinnis maist dangerous,
Dois put away, for that thow promeist vs.
Quhen we will turne to the with a trew hart
And fra our sinfull lyfe to the conuert.
Delyuer vs for thy Names saik glorious,
Thow art our hope, our help and Sauiour,
And als our sinnis maist dangerous,
Dois put away, for that thow promeist vs.
Quhen we will turne to the with a trew hart
And fra our sinfull lyfe to the conuert.
For schaw thow not thy mercy in distres,
Our Enemeis sall grow in tyrannie,
And sall say God hes left vs mercyles
Bot thow gude Lord exerce thy crueltie,
Upon our fais, that sayis schamefullie
Quhair is thair God in quhome thay did beleif,
He hes them left without help and releif.
Our Enemeis sall grow in tyrannie,
And sall say God hes left vs mercyles
Bot thow gude Lord exerce thy crueltie,
Upon our fais, that sayis schamefullie
Quhair is thair God in quhome thay did beleif,
He hes them left without help and releif.
The vengeance of the blude of thy seruandis,
Mot cum into thy presence and thy sicht,
The greting of thy pure that ar in bandis,
In prisoun pynde, of day wantand the licht
The voyce of them that to the deid ar dicht,
Heir now (gude Lord) and help thē in yair neid
And be thair strenth at all tymes and remeid.
Mot cum into thy presence and thy sicht,
The greting of thy pure that ar in bandis,
In prisoun pynde, of day wantand the licht
The voyce of them that to the deid ar dicht,
Heir now (gude Lord) and help thē in yair neid
And be thair strenth at all tymes and remeid.
Rewaird thy fais according to thair wrang,
Seuin fald thair sin gude Lord mot puneist be
For thay haue blasphemit all to lang
Speikand contrair thy godly Maiestie.
Bot we thy pepill and scheip sall Magnifie,
And als exalt thy laude, thy Name and gloir
And sall the loue for now and euer moir.
Seuin fald thair sin gude Lord mot puneist be
For thay haue blasphemit all to lang
Speikand contrair thy godly Maiestie.
Bot we thy pepill and scheip sall Magnifie,
And als exalt thy laude, thy Name and gloir
And sall the loue for now and euer moir.
FINIS.
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Miserere mei Deus. psal. lj.
Have mercy on me God of micht.
Of mercy Lord and King:
For thy mercy is set full richt
Aboue all eirdly thing.
Thairfoir I cry baith day and nicht.
And with my hart sall sing:
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Of mercy Lord and King:
For thy mercy is set full richt
Aboue all eirdly thing.
Thairfoir I cry baith day and nicht.
And with my hart sall sing:
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Haue mercy on me (O gude Lord)
Efter thy greit mercie:
My sinfull lyfe dois me remord,
Quhilk sair hes greuit the:
Bot thy greit grace hes me restord,
Throw Christ to libertie
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Efter thy greit mercie:
My sinfull lyfe dois me remord,
Quhilk sair hes greuit the:
Bot thy greit grace hes me restord,
Throw Christ to libertie
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Et secundum multitudinem.
Gude Lord I knaw my wickitnes,
Contrair to thy command:
Rebelland ay with cruelnes,
And led me in ane band
To Sathan quha is mercyles,
Ȝit Lord heir me cryand.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Contrair to thy command:
Rebelland ay with cruelnes,
And led me in ane band
To Sathan quha is mercyles,
Ȝit Lord heir me cryand.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Quhat toung can tell the multitude
Lord of thy greit mercie:
Sen Sinners hes thy Celsitude
Resistit cruellie
Ȝit na Sinner will thow seclude
That this will cry to the
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Lord of thy greit mercie:
Sen Sinners hes thy Celsitude
Resistit cruellie
Ȝit na Sinner will thow seclude
That this will cry to the
To thy mercy with the will I go.
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Amplius laua me.
Thow wushe me Lord quhen I was borne,
From all my wickitnes,
Bot ȝit I did throw sin forlorne
Of heuin the richteousnes,
Wesche me againe, and from thy horne
Delyuer me in stres:
To thy mercy with the will I go.
From all my wickitnes,
Bot ȝit I did throw sin forlorne
Of heuin the richteousnes,
Wesche me againe, and from thy horne
Delyuer me in stres:
To thy mercy with the will I go.
And fra my sin thow mak me clene,
As thow maid Dauid King:
With Peter, Paule, and Magdalene,
Quha now dois with the reigne,
In heuinly Ioy fair and amene,
And I sall with thame sing.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
As thow maid Dauid King:
With Peter, Paule, and Magdalene,
Quha now dois with the reigne,
In heuinly Ioy fair and amene,
And I sall with thame sing.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Quoniam iniquitatem.
Full weill I knaw my wickitnes,
And sin contrarious:
Blasphemit hes thy gentilnes,
With sin maist dangerous
And hes me led in heuynes,
Ȝit O God maist gracious
To thy mercy with the will I go.
And sin contrarious:
Blasphemit hes thy gentilnes,
With sin maist dangerous
And hes me led in heuynes,
Ȝit O God maist gracious
To thy mercy with the will I go.
I grant my sinfull lyfe did vse
In Sensualitie:
Ȝit thow gude Lord will nane refuse
That will cum vnto the,
Heirfoir I schairply me accuse
Cryand for thy mercie
To thy mercy with the will I go.
In Sensualitie:
Ȝit thow gude Lord will nane refuse
That will cum vnto the,
Heirfoir I schairply me accuse
Cryand for thy mercie
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Tibi soli peccaui.
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Only to the I did offend.
And mekill euill hes done:
Throw quhilk appeirandly defence,
To me is nane abone:
Thus men will iudge thy iust vengeance,
Hes put me from thy throne.
Ȝit to thy mercy with the will I go.
And mekill euill hes done:
Throw quhilk appeirandly defence,
To me is nane abone:
Thus men will iudge thy iust vengeance,
Hes put me from thy throne.
Ȝit to thy mercy with the will I go.
Thocht thow gude Lord be iudgeit thus.
Full fals and wrangouslie:
O God sa gude and gracious,
Let thair iudgeing vincust be
And schaw thy mercy plenteous,
Quhilk mot vs iustifie.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Full fals and wrangouslie:
O God sa gude and gracious,
Let thair iudgeing vincust be
And schaw thy mercy plenteous,
Quhilk mot vs iustifie.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Consauit into sin I am,
My wickitnes thocht thow behald.
Quhilk I contractit of Adame,
Sinnand richt monyfald.
My Mother als did eik the same
And I to Sin was sald,
To thy mercy with the will I go.
My wickitnes thocht thow behald.
Quhilk I contractit of Adame,
Sinnand richt monyfald.
My Mother als did eik the same
And I to Sin was sald,
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Bot ȝit the Lord Omnipotent,
My cairfull cace did cure,
At Font quhen I was impotent,
Fragill, vaine, vyle and pure,
Than helpit me that King Potent
In my missuenture.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
My cairfull cace did cure,
At Font quhen I was impotent,
Fragill, vaine, vyle and pure,
Than helpit me that King Potent
In my missuenture.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Ecce enim veritatem.
Behald thow lufis treuth gude Lord,
Thow art the veritie:
This weill thy promeis can record,
Quhair thow dois it schaw to me,
The hid thingis of thy godly word,
That war vnsure to me.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
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This weill thy promeis can record,
Quhair thow dois it schaw to me,
The hid thingis of thy godly word,
That war vnsure to me.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Thow hecht to Abraham anone,
Isaack his Eldest Sone,
Thow promeist als that Salomone,
Suld bruik King Dauids throne.
To sinners als that callis the one
Grace cummis from abone.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Isaack his Eldest Sone,
Thow promeist als that Salomone,
Suld bruik King Dauids throne.
To sinners als that callis the one
Grace cummis from abone.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Asperges me.
With Isope Lord thow sprinkill me,
And then I sall be clene.
And clenar then maid sall I be,
Then euer snaw hes bene,
Ȝit of my clenes thy mercy
The rute is euer sene.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
And then I sall be clene.
And clenar then maid sall I be,
Then euer snaw hes bene,
Ȝit of my clenes thy mercy
The rute is euer sene.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
This Isope is humilitie,
Richt law in till assence
The snaw sa quhyte in all degre,
Betakinnis innocence
For and thir twa do gouerne me,
I sall do nane offence.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Richt law in till assence
The snaw sa quhyte in all degre,
Betakinnis innocence
For and thir twa do gouerne me,
I sall do nane offence.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Auditui meo dabis.
Then ioy and and mirth thow sall me geue,
Thy mercy quhen I heir
My banis law thow sall releue,
And be my scheild and speir:
Thy sword also richt soir sall greue,
My Enemeis with feir.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
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My banis law thow sall releue,
And be my scheild and speir:
Thy sword also richt soir sall greue,
My Enemeis with feir.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
My hope and traist hes bene to lang
In mennis fals supplie,
Quhairfoir I grant I haue done wrang
Not hopeand help of the
Bot now with steidfast faith I gang
Unto thy Maiestie.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
In mennis fals supplie,
Quhairfoir I grant I haue done wrang
Not hopeand help of the
Bot now with steidfast faith I gang
Unto thy Maiestie.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Aduerte faciem tuam.
Fra my sinnes aduert thy face
My wickitnes expell
Sen I haue hoipit in thy grace
Thow saue me fra the hell,
Thy mercy is set in sicker place,
Na Sinner can repell,
To thy mercy with the will I go.
My wickitnes expell
Sen I haue hoipit in thy grace
Thow saue me fra the hell,
Thy mercy is set in sicker place,
Na Sinner can repell,
To thy mercy with the will I go.
The theif that hang on the richt hand,
And sufferit with the deid:
In the last hour thy mercy fand
For sin the haill remeid,
Siclyke gude Lord, heir me cryand,
And help me in my neid.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
And sufferit with the deid:
In the last hour thy mercy fand
For sin the haill remeid,
Siclyke gude Lord, heir me cryand,
And help me in my neid.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Cor mundum.
Thow creat in me (O God) ane hart,
Baith clene and Innocent:
And let me not from the depart
My God Omnipotent,
Sen vnto the I schaw my smart
Richt pure and indigent:
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Baith clene and Innocent:
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My God Omnipotent,
Sen vnto the I schaw my smart
Richt pure and indigent:
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Renew me with thy haly Spreit
To help my febilnes:
My teiris sall my cheikis weit,
For my greit sinfulnes,
Bot thow gude Lord my comfort sweit
Expell my wickitnes.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
To help my febilnes:
My teiris sall my cheikis weit,
For my greit sinfulnes,
Bot thow gude Lord my comfort sweit
Expell my wickitnes.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Ne proijcias me.
O gude Lord cast me not away,
From thy perfite presence:
Sen that I grant my sinnes ay,
Hes done the greit offence
And I sall prais baith nicht and day,
Thy greit Magnificence.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
From thy perfite presence:
Sen that I grant my sinnes ay,
Hes done the greit offence
And I sall prais baith nicht and day,
Thy greit Magnificence.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Tak not from me thy godly Spreit,
In my aduersitie:
For till my Saull it is full sweit,
Quhen sin besettis me:
And thow sall mak my Saull full meit,
Unto thy Maiestie:
To thy mercy with the will I go.
In my aduersitie:
For till my Saull it is full sweit,
Quhen sin besettis me:
And thow sall mak my Saull full meit,
Unto thy Maiestie:
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Redde mihi.
Giue me the blyithnes and the blis,
Of my sweit Sauiour:
For throw his bitter deid I mis
Of hell the dyntis dour,
And in this mortall lyfe he is,
My strang defence and tour.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Of my sweit Sauiour:
For throw his bitter deid I mis
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And in this mortall lyfe he is,
My strang defence and tour.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Conforme thy Spreit maist principal,
Into me throw thy grace:
For sin richt lang held me in thrall,
And put me from thy face,
Ȝit vnto the my Lord I call,
Into my heuie case.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Into me throw thy grace:
For sin richt lang held me in thrall,
And put me from thy face,
Ȝit vnto the my Lord I call,
Into my heuie case.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Docebo iniquos.
Then I sall teiche the wickit men,
Thy wayis iust and richt:
And thay that did the lang misken
Sall knaw the God of micht.
Quhen thay sall ryse furth of the den
Of sin, and cum to licht.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Thy wayis iust and richt:
And thay that did the lang misken
Sall knaw the God of micht.
Quhen thay sall ryse furth of the den
Of sin, and cum to licht.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
The sinfull then to the reuart,
Sall into gudlie haist:
And rew thair sinnes with thair hart,
And thair auld lyfe detest.
And to them Lord thow sall conuart
Quhen they thy mercy taist.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Sall into gudlie haist:
And rew thair sinnes with thair hart,
And thair auld lyfe detest.
And to them Lord thow sall conuart
Quhen they thy mercy taist.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Libera me.
Delyuer me from blude schedding,
For blude betakinnis Sin:
For punishment I serue conding
Ȝit efter the I rin:
Grant me that I may with the Reigne,
And at thy port get in.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
For blude betakinnis Sin:
For punishment I serue conding
Ȝit efter the I rin:
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And at thy port get in.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Than sall my toung thy richteousnes
Extoll and Magnifie:
Quhen gane is my greit sinfulnes,
And greit iniquitie,
God for thy grace and gentilnes,
Grant me thy greit mercie.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Extoll and Magnifie:
Quhen gane is my greit sinfulnes,
And greit iniquitie,
God for thy grace and gentilnes,
Grant me thy greit mercie.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
My lippis Lord, then louse thow sall,
Quhilk closit lang haue bene:
From thy louing sair bound in thrall
Brekand thy sweit biddene,
And keip me from ane suddand fall
For greit paine I sustene.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Quhilk closit lang haue bene:
From thy louing sair bound in thrall
Brekand thy sweit biddene,
And keip me from ane suddand fall
For greit paine I sustene.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
And then my mouth sall do furthschaw
Thy louing glorious:
And I sall caus all sinners knaw,
Thy micht sa meruellous.
And frathine {f{urth sall keip thy Law
Quhilk is sa precious.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Thy louing glorious:
And I sall caus all sinners knaw,
Thy micht sa meruellous.
And frathine {f{urth sall keip thy Law
Quhilk is sa precious.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Quoniam si voluisses.
Gif the had plesit Sacrifice,
I suld them offerit the:
Bot thow will not sic auarice,
For thow art wonder fre,
And geuis vs thy benefites
Throw Christis blude frelie.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
I suld them offerit the:
Bot thow will not sic auarice,
For thow art wonder fre,
And geuis vs thy benefites
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To thy mercy with the will I go.
Brint Sacrifice is na delyte,
Unto thy Maiestie:
Thow curis nocht of it ane myte,
For Sin to satisfie,
For only Christ did mak vs quyte,
Of all ennormitie.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Unto thy Maiestie:
Thow curis nocht of it ane myte,
For Sin to satisfie,
For only Christ did mak vs quyte,
Of all ennormitie.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Sacrificium deo.
Ane Sacrifice to the plesand,
Is ane sweit humbill hart:
Unto the quhilk I vnderstand,
Thow dois the haill conuart,
Thairfoir gude Lord let thy command
Na way from me depart.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Is ane sweit humbill hart:
Unto the quhilk I vnderstand,
Thow dois the haill conuart,
Thairfoir gude Lord let thy command
Na way from me depart.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Ane contrite hart do not dispise,
God for thy greit mercie:
Sen for thy grace sa oft it cryis,
For succour and supplie,
And it sall thank ane thousand syse
Thy godly Maiestie.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
God for thy greit mercie:
Sen for thy grace sa oft it cryis,
For succour and supplie,
And it sall thank ane thousand syse
Thy godly Maiestie.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Benigne fac Domine.
To Sion Lord be gude againe
Efter thy godly will:
And let thy louing thair remaine
Thy promeis to fulfill,
For Mont Sion with greit disdaine
In thrall is hiddertill.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Efter thy godly will:
And let thy louing thair remaine
Thy promeis to fulfill,
For Mont Sion with greit disdaine
In thrall is hiddertill.
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Ierusalem did get ane fall,
Hir wallis war maid full law
For scho miskennit the God of all,
And daylie brak his Law:
Bot thow sall put hir out of thrall,
Quhen scho hir God dois knaw.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Hir wallis war maid full law
For scho miskennit the God of all,
And daylie brak his Law:
Bot thow sall put hir out of thrall,
Quhen scho hir God dois knaw.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Tunc acceptabis.
Then Sacrifice thow sall accept,
Of treuth and richteousnes:
Conforming to thy trew precept,
And to thy gentilnes.
For na man then sall thow except
Into thair neid and stres.
To thy mercy with the will I go,
Of treuth and richteousnes:
Conforming to thy trew precept,
And to thy gentilnes.
For na man then sall thow except
Into thair neid and stres.
To thy mercy with the will I go,
Then Calfis and brint Sacrifice
Thy altar sall repleit,
Then greitar gloir and benefite,
Thow sall mak for vs meit,
Quhair day and nicht we sall not ceis
Ay singand Sanctis sweit.
To thy mercy with the will I go,
Thy altar sall repleit,
Then greitar gloir and benefite,
Thow sall mak for vs meit,
Quhair day and nicht we sall not ceis
Ay singand Sanctis sweit.
To thy mercy with the will I go,
FINIS.
Beati omnes qui timent. psal. cxxviij.
Blissit ar thay that sit in Goddis dreid,
And liue in his commandement alway
Of thy hād labour thow sall eit, be not feird
And fair weill thow sall euerie day.
And liue in his commandement alway
Of thy hād labour thow sall eit, be not feird
And fair weill thow sall euerie day.
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Thy wyfe sall be as ane frutefull wyne,
And sall weill ay incres thy hous.
Thy barnis all sall to vertew inclyne,
As fair Oliue treis that be plenteous.
And sall weill ay incres thy hous.
Thy barnis all sall to vertew inclyne,
As fair Oliue treis that be plenteous.
Quhen euer thow sittis at thy Tabill,
Thy barnis sall stand round about the
Sa will the Lord mak the abill,
And fill thy hous with honestie.
Thy barnis sall stand round about the
Sa will the Lord mak the abill,
And fill thy hous with honestie.
Sa sall God him euer blis,
That dreidis him ay in his leuing
Alway sall he be sicker of this,
That is neidfull to want na thing.
That dreidis him ay in his leuing
Alway sall he be sicker of this,
That is neidfull to want na thing.
Fra Sion sall the Lord blis the,
That thow may se to thy greit weill,
How prosperous Ierusalem sall be,
And thow ressauit to greit heill.
That thow may se to thy greit weill,
How prosperous Ierusalem sall be,
And thow ressauit to greit heill.
Ane profitabill lyfe sall be giuen the,
And God alway sall be thy freind:
Thy Childeris Children, thow sall se,
And peace in Israell sall thow find.
And God alway sall be thy freind:
Thy Childeris Children, thow sall se,
And peace in Israell sall thow find.
FINIS.
[For lufe of one I mak my mone]
For lufe of one I mak my mone,Richt secreitlie:
To Christ Iesu, that Lord maist trew
For his mercy.
Beseiking that fre, grant grace to me,
Or I be gone:
And to redres, my heuines,
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Or I be deid, send me remeid,
For thy pietie,
O Lord quhilk wrocht, all thing of nocht,
Grant me thy mercy.
We the beseik with wordis meik,
O mercyfull Lord,
Thy humill word, with ane accord.
Let be restord,
To sinneris all, quhen they do call,
For thy mercy.
For quhilk on Rude, thow sched thy blude,
Richt plenteouslie:
Sanct Iohne did tell, thow heryit hell,
And schew mercie.
Ane thousand scoir, thow did restoir,
To thy glorie.
O king of peace, in quhome is grace,
Haboundantlie:
My miserabill life, and sinnis ryfe,
Thow forgeue me.
Sen be na richt, I haue na micht,
Me to defend:
Fra hellis pane, bot giue thow plane,
Me sucour send.
Be thy sweit word, to me o Lord,
In my distres:
Ane thousand syse, than sall I pryse.
Thy halines:
Lat vs now sing, and loue the King,
For his greit mercie:
And his greit grace, schawik vs the space,
Sa plenteouslie.
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Richt hartfullie:
With hart and Spreit, sing Psalmes sweit
Richt plesandlie.
As brether deir, in this lyfe heir,
We may indure:
Baith nicht and day, to Christ lat vs pray,
To mak vs sure.
FINIS.
[Qvho is at my windo, quho, quho]
Qvho is at my windo, quho, quho,
Go from my windo, go, go,
Quho callis thair, sa lyke a strangair
Go from my windo go.
Go from my windo, go, go,
Quho callis thair, sa lyke a strangair
Go from my windo go.
Lord I am heir ane wretchit mortall,
That for thy mercy dois cry and call:
Unto the my Lord Celestiall
Se quho is at my windo, quho.
That for thy mercy dois cry and call:
Unto the my Lord Celestiall
Se quho is at my windo, quho.
How dar thow for mercy cry?
Sa lang in Sin as thow dois ly,
Mercy to haue thow art not worthy
Go from my windo, go.
Sa lang in Sin as thow dois ly,
Mercy to haue thow art not worthy
Go from my windo, go.
My gylt gude Lord I will refuse,
And the wickit lyfe that I did vse
Traistand thy mercy sall be myne excuse,
Se quho is at thy windo, quho.
And the wickit lyfe that I did vse
Traistand thy mercy sall be myne excuse,
Se quho is at thy windo, quho.
To be excusit, thow wald richt faine,
In spending of thy lyfe in vaine
Hauing my Gospell in greit disdaine,
Go from my winde, go.
In spending of thy lyfe in vaine
Hauing my Gospell in greit disdaine,
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O Lord I haue offendit the,
Excuse thairof thair can nane be,
I haue followit them that sa teichit me,
Se quho is at my windo, quho.
Excuse thairof thair can nane be,
I haue followit them that sa teichit me,
Se quho is at my windo, quho.
Nay I call the nocht fra my dure I wis,
Lyke ane stranger that vnknawin is,
Thow art my brother, and my will it is
That in at my dure thow go.
Lyke ane stranger that vnknawin is,
Thow art my brother, and my will it is
That in at my dure thow go.
With richt humbill hart Lord I the pray,
Thy comfort and grace obteine I may,
Schaw me the paith and reddy way
In at thy dure for to go.
Thy comfort and grace obteine I may,
Schaw me the paith and reddy way
In at thy dure for to go.
I am cheif gyde to riche and pure,
Schawand the paith way richt to my dure,
I am thair comfort in euerie hour
That in at my dure will go.
Schawand the paith way richt to my dure,
I am thair comfort in euerie hour
That in at my dure will go.
Bot thay that walk ane vther way.
As mony did teiche from day to day,
Thay wer indurit my Gospell did say,
And far from my dure sall go.
As mony did teiche from day to day,
Thay wer indurit my Gospell did say,
And far from my dure sall go.
O gracious Lord comfort of all wicht,
For thy greit power, and cheif excellent micht,
Sen thow art gyde and verray licht,
In at thy dure let me go.
For thy greit power, and cheif excellent micht,
Sen thow art gyde and verray licht,
In at thy dure let me go.
Man I gaue the nocht fre will,
That thow suld my Gospell spill,
Thow dois na gude bot euer ill
Thairfoir from my dure that thow go.
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Thow dois na gude bot euer ill
Thairfoir from my dure that thow go.
That will allace hes me begylit,
That will sa sair hes me defylit,
That will thy presence hes me exilit,
Ȝit at thy dure lat me go.
That will sa sair hes me defylit,
That will thy presence hes me exilit,
Ȝit at thy dure lat me go.
To blame that will thow dois not richt,
I gaue the ressoun quhairby thow micht,
Haue knawin the day by the dark nicht,
In at my dure for to go.
I gaue the ressoun quhairby thow micht,
Haue knawin the day by the dark nicht,
In at my dure for to go.
Lord, I pray the with all my hart,
Of thy greit mercy remufe my smart,
Lat ane drop of thy grace be my part
That in at thy dure I may go,
Of thy greit mercy remufe my smart,
Lat ane drop of thy grace be my part
That in at thy dure I may go,
I haue spokin in my Scripture
I will the deid of na Creature.
Quha will ask mercy sall be sure
And in at my dure for to go.
I will the deid of na Creature.
Quha will ask mercy sall be sure
And in at my dure for to go.
O Lord quhais mercy is but end,
Quhairin ocht to the I did offend,
Grant me space my lyfe to amend,
That in at thy dure I may go.
Quhairin ocht to the I did offend,
Grant me space my lyfe to amend,
That in at thy dure I may go.
Remember thy sin, and als thy smart
And als for the quhat was my part
Remember the speir that thirlit my hart,
And in at my dure thow sall go.
And als for the quhat was my part
Remember the speir that thirlit my hart,
And in at my dure thow sall go.
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And it wer ȝit till do againe,
Rather or thow suld ly in paine
I wald suffer mair in certaine,
That in at my dure thow micht go.
Rather or thow suld ly in paine
I wald suffer mair in certaine,
That in at my dure thow micht go.
I ask na thing of the thairfoir,
Bot lufe for lufe, to lay in stoir:
Gif me thy hart I ask no moir
And in at my dure thow sall go.
Bot lufe for lufe, to lay in stoir:
Gif me thy hart I ask no moir
And in at my dure thow sall go.
O gracious Lord Celestiall,
As thow art Lord and King Eternall,
Grant vs grace that we may enter all,
And in at thy dure for to go.
As thow art Lord and King Eternall,
Grant vs grace that we may enter all,
And in at thy dure for to go.
Quho is at my windo, quho,
Go from my windo go,
Cry na mair thair, lyke ane steanger
Bot in at my dure thow go.
Go from my windo go,
Cry na mair thair, lyke ane steanger
Bot in at my dure thow go.
FINIS.
Deus misereatur. Psal.
O God be mercyfull to vs,
And send to vs thy blissing,
Thy face schaw vs sa glorious
And be euer to vs luiffing.
That men on eird may knaw thy w{ay}
Thy sauing heill and richteousnes
That thay be nocht led nicht nor da{y}
Fra thy preceptis and trew Iustice
To seik Saluatioun quhair nane is
And send to vs thy blissing,
Thy face schaw vs sa glorious
And be euer to vs luiffing.
That men on eird may knaw thy w{ay}
Thy sauing heill and richteousnes
That thay be nocht led nicht nor da{y}
Fra thy preceptis and trew Iustice
To seik Saluatioun quhair nane is
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Thairfoir the pepill micht Magnifie:
O God all folke and honour thy Name,
Let all the pepill reioyce glaidlie
Becaus thow dois richt without blame,
The pepill dois thow iudge trewlie,
And ordouris euerie Natioun:
Thow hes declarit the eird iustlie
Euer sen the first Creatioun,
Throw thy godlie prouisioun.
O God all folke and honour thy Name,
Let all the pepill reioyce glaidlie
Becaus thow dois richt without blame,
The pepill dois thow iudge trewlie,
And ordouris euerie Natioun:
Thow hes declarit the eird iustlie
Euer sen the first Creatioun,
Throw thy godlie prouisioun.
The pepill moste spred thy Name sa hie,
All pepill (O God) mon giue the honour
The eird alswa richt plenteouslie,
Mot incres euer moir and moir,
And God quhilk is our God ouer all
Mot do vs gude and plesour.
God mot blis vs greit and small,
And all the warld him honour
Alway for his micht and power.
All pepill (O God) mon giue the honour
The eird alswa richt plenteouslie,
Mot incres euer moir and moir,
And God quhilk is our God ouer all
Mot do vs gude and plesour.
God mot blis vs greit and small,
And all the warld him honour
Alway for his micht and power.
FINIS.
[In till ane mirthfull Maij morning]
In till ane mirthfull Maij morning
Quhen Phebus did vp spring,
Walkand I lay, in ane garding gay,
Thinkand on Christ sa fre
Quhilk meiklie for mankynde,
Tholit to be pynde,
On Croce cruellie. La. La.
Quhen Phebus did vp spring,
Walkand I lay, in ane garding gay,
Thinkand on Christ sa fre
Quhilk meiklie for mankynde,
Tholit to be pynde,
On Croce cruellie. La. La.
And how he hes me wrocht,
And formit me of nocht,
Lyke his picture, that Lord maist sure,
In eird he hes me support,
Syne me to hald in richt,
Hes send ane Angell bricht,
To be my comfort. La. La.
And formit me of nocht,
Lyke his picture, that Lord maist sure,
In eird he hes me support,
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Hes send ane Angell bricht,
To be my comfort. La. La.
[illeg.]Sathan fals vntrew,
Quhilk cruelly dois persew,
With violence, and greit defence,
In eird to tempt mankynde
With cruell sinnis seuin,
The Saull to gyde from heuin,
To hell for to be pynde. La. La.
Quhilk cruelly dois persew,
With violence, and greit defence,
In eird to tempt mankynde
With cruell sinnis seuin,
The Saull to gyde from heuin,
To hell for to be pynde. La. La.
Thairfoir (O gracious Lord)
Quhilk mercy hes restoird
That sinfull wicht, destroy his micht,
Quhilk wirkis aganis thy gloir,
And send thy gracious word,
Thy pepill may be restoird
We pray the thairfoir. La. Lay.
Quhilk mercy hes restoird
That sinfull wicht, destroy his micht,
Quhilk wirkis aganis thy gloir,
And send thy gracious word,
Thy pepill may be restoird
We pray the thairfoir. La. Lay.
FINIS.
[All my hart ay this is my sang]
All my hart ay this is my sang,
With dowbill mirth and ioy amang,
Sa blyith as byrd my God to sang,
Christ hes my hart ay.
With dowbill mirth and ioy amang,
Sa blyith as byrd my God to sang,
Christ hes my hart ay.
Quha hes my hart bot heuinnis King:
Quhilk causis me for ioy to sing.
Quhome that I lufe atouir all thing
Christ hes my hart ay.
Quhilk causis me for ioy to sing.
Quhome that I lufe atouir all thing
Christ hes my hart ay.
He is fair, sober, and bening,
Sweit, meik, and gentill in all thing,
Maist worthiest to haue louing,
Christ hes my hart ay.
Sweit, meik, and gentill in all thing,
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Christ hes my hart ay.
For vs that blissit barne was borne,
For vs he was baith rent and torne
For vs he was Crownit with thorne,
Christ hes my hart ay.
For vs he was baith rent and torne
For vs he was Crownit with thorne,
Christ hes my hart ay.
For vs he sched his precious blude,
For vs he was naillit on the Rude
For vs he in mony battell stude,
Christ hes my hart ay,
For vs he was naillit on the Rude
For vs he in mony battell stude,
Christ hes my hart ay,
Nixt him to lufe his Mother fair.
With steidfast hart for euer mair,
Scho bure the byrth fred vs from cair,
Christ hes my hart ay.
With steidfast hart for euer mair,
Scho bure the byrth fred vs from cair,
Christ hes my hart ay.
We pray to God that sittis abufe,
Fra him let neuer our hartis remufe,
Nor for na suddand warldly lufe
Christ hes my hart ay.
Fra him let neuer our hartis remufe,
Nor for na suddand warldly lufe
Christ hes my hart ay.
He is the lufe of luifaris all,
He cummis. on him quhen we call
For vs he drank the bitter gall
Christ hes my hart ay.
He cummis. on him quhen we call
For vs he drank the bitter gall
Christ hes my hart ay.
FINIS.
[My Lufe murnis for me, for me]
My Lufe murnis for me, for me,
My lufe that murnis for me,
I am vnkynde, hes nocht in mynde
My Lufe that murnis for me.
My lufe that murnis for me,
I am vnkynde, hes nocht in mynde
My Lufe that murnis for me.
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Quha is my lufe, bot God abufe,
Quhilk all this warld hes wrocht:
The King of blis, my lufe he is
Full deir he hes me bocht.
Quhilk all this warld hes wrocht:
The King of blis, my lufe he is
Full deir he hes me bocht.
His precious blude he sched on Rude.
That was to mak vs fre:
This sall I preif be Goddis leif,
That sair my Lufe murnis for me.
That was to mak vs fre:
This sall I preif be Goddis leif,
That sair my Lufe murnis for me.
This my lufe, come from abufe,
And borne was of ane Mayd:
For till fulfill his fatheris will,
Till fill furth that he said.
And borne was of ane Mayd:
For till fulfill his fatheris will,
Till fill furth that he said.
Man haue in mynde, and thow be kynde{,}
Thy Lufe that murnis for the
How he on Rude, did sched his blude,
From Sathan to mak the fre.
Thy Lufe that murnis for the
How he on Rude, did sched his blude,
From Sathan to mak the fre.
FINIS.
[Tell me now and in quhat wise]
Tell me now and in quhat wise,
How that I suld my lufe forgo:
Baith day and nicht ane thousand syse
Thir tyrannis walkins me with wo.
How that I suld my lufe forgo:
Baith day and nicht ane thousand syse
Thir tyrannis walkins me with wo.
At midnicht mirk thay will vs tak,
And into prisone will vs sling:
Thair mon we ly quhill we forsaik
The Name of God, quhilk is our King.
And into prisone will vs sling:
Thair mon we ly quhill we forsaik
The Name of God, quhilk is our King.
Then faggottis mon we burne or beir,
Or to the deid thay will vs bring:
It dois them gude to do vs deir
And to confusioun vs doun thring.
Or to the deid thay will vs bring:
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And to confusioun vs doun thring.
Allace ȝour grace hes done greit wrang
To suffer tyrannis in sic sort
Daylie ȝour leigis till ouer gang
That dois bot Christis word report.
To suffer tyrannis in sic sort
Daylie ȝour leigis till ouer gang
That dois bot Christis word report.
Christ sen ȝour grace wald cry ane cry,
Out throw the Realme of all Scotland
The man that wald liue faithfullie
Ȝe wald him suffer in the land.
Out throw the Realme of all Scotland
The man that wald liue faithfullie
Ȝe wald him suffer in the land.
Then suld we outher do or die,
Or ellis our lyfe we suld lay for it
And euer to liue in Cheritie,
Be Christ Iesus quhilk is our Lord.
Or ellis our lyfe we suld lay for it
And euer to liue in Cheritie,
Be Christ Iesus quhilk is our Lord.
Pluk vp ȝour hartis, and mak ȝow bowne,
For Christis word se ȝe stand for it,
Thair crueltie it sall cum downe
Be Christ Iesus quhilk is our Lord.
For Christis word se ȝe stand for it,
Thair crueltie it sall cum downe
Be Christ Iesus quhilk is our Lord.
Thow King of gloir grant vs thy blis,
Send vs support and comforting,
Aganis our fais that bissie is,
That schaipis till strop baith auld and ȝing.
Send vs support and comforting,
Aganis our fais that bissie is,
That schaipis till strop baith auld and ȝing.
In hour of deid grant vs thy strenth,
Glaidly to thoill thair crueltie,
And that we may with the at lenth
Ressaue thy ioy Eternallie.
Glaidly to thoill thair crueltie,
And that we may with the at lenth
Ressaue thy ioy Eternallie.
FINIS.
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Magnificat anima mea.
My Saule dois Magnifie the Lord,
My Spreit reioycis gretumlie:
In God my Sauiour, and in his word
For he hes sene the law degre
Of me, his handmadin, trewlie,
Behald now efter this day,
All generations sall speik of me,
And call me blissit alway.
My Spreit reioycis gretumlie:
In God my Sauiour, and in his word
For he hes sene the law degre
Of me, his handmadin, trewlie,
Behald now efter this day,
All generations sall speik of me,
And call me blissit alway.
For he that is onlie of micht,
Hes done greit thingis vnto me,
And haly is his Name be richt
As for his endles mercie,
It duris perpetuallie
In euerie generatioun
And thay that dreidis him vnfenȝeitlie
Without dissimulatioun.
Hes done greit thingis vnto me,
And haly is his Name be richt
As for his endles mercie,
It duris perpetuallie
In euerie generatioun
And thay that dreidis him vnfenȝeitlie
Without dissimulatioun.
He schawis strenth with his arme patent,
Declaris him self to be of power:
He scatteris all men of proude Intent
Euin for thair wickit behauiour,
Quhilk reignes in thair hartis euerie hour
He puttis doun the michtie,
From thair hie estait and greit honour
Excelling them of law degre.
Declaris him self to be of power:
He scatteris all men of proude Intent
Euin for thair wickit behauiour,
Quhilk reignes in thair hartis euerie hour
He puttis doun the michtie,
From thair hie estait and greit honour
Excelling them of law degre.
The houngrie feidis he with gude
And lettis the riche ga emptie:
Quhen his awin pepill wantis fude
It thinkis vpon his greit mercie,
And helpis his seruandis ane and all:
Euin Israel he hes promysit,
And to our fatheris perpetuall
Abraham and to his seid.
And lettis the riche ga emptie:
Quhen his awin pepill wantis fude
It thinkis vpon his greit mercie,
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Euin Israel he hes promysit,
And to our fatheris perpetuall
Abraham and to his seid.
FINIS.
Christi qui lux.
Christ thow art the licht, bot & the day,
The mirknes of nicht thow puttis away
We knaw thow art the verray licht
That schynis to vs baith day and nicht.
The mirknes of nicht thow puttis away
We knaw thow art the verray licht
That schynis to vs baith day and nicht.
O haly Lord, we the beseik,
This nicht vs to defend and keip,
Thy rest, and peace be with vs all,
Lat neuer na euill thing vs be fall,
This nicht vs to defend and keip,
Thy rest, and peace be with vs all,
Lat neuer na euill thing vs be fall,
Na heuy sleip, nor deidly sin.
Lat not our Ennemeis vs ouercum
Nor ȝit our fleshe giue na consent:
Grant vs our faultis for to repent.
Lat not our Ennemeis vs ouercum
Nor ȝit our fleshe giue na consent:
Grant vs our faultis for to repent.
Lord lat our eine sum sleip do tak,
Our hartis all tyme on the may waik.
Thy richt hand keip vs from all euill,
Thy awin seruand that luiffis the weill.
Our hartis all tyme on the may waik.
Thy richt hand keip vs from all euill,
Thy awin seruand that luiffis the weill.
Our defender, to the we pray,
All Ire and malice, thow put vs fra
Thy seruandis gouerne in the steid.
Im quhais ransoun thow did sair bleid.
All Ire and malice, thow put vs fra
Thy seruandis gouerne in the steid.
Im quhais ransoun thow did sair bleid.
Haue mynde on vs thow Lord Iesu,
In this fals warld that is vntrew,
Thow art defendar of our Saule,
Lord heir vs quhen we on the call.
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Thow art defendar of our Saule,
Lord heir vs quhen we on the call.
Gloir be to God, Father of micht,
And to Christ Iesus, his Sone sa bricht,
The haly Gaist that is sa fair,
Keip vs this nicht and euer mair.
And to Christ Iesus, his Sone sa bricht,
The haly Gaist that is sa fair,
Keip vs this nicht and euer mair.
FINIS.
[Christ is the onlie Sone of God]
Christ is the onlie Sone of God,
The Father Eternall:
We haue in Iesse found the rod,
God and man naturall.
He is the morning Star.
His bemis send he hes out far,
Beȝond vther sternis all.
The Father Eternall:
We haue in Iesse found the rod,
God and man naturall.
He is the morning Star.
His bemis send he hes out far,
Beȝond vther sternis all.
He was for vs ane man borne,
In the last part of tyme.
Ȝit keipit scho hir madinheid vnforlorne,
His Mother that bure him syne,
He hes hellis ȝettis brokin,
And heuin he hes maid oppin,
Bringand vs life againe.
In the last part of tyme.
Ȝit keipit scho hir madinheid vnforlorne,
His Mother that bure him syne,
He hes hellis ȝettis brokin,
And heuin he hes maid oppin,
Bringand vs life againe.
Thow onlie maker of all thing,
Thow euerlastand licht,
From end to end all rewling.
Be thy awin godly micht,
Turne thow our hartis vnto the.
And lichtin thame with the veritie,
That ar far from the richt.
Thow euerlastand licht,
From end to end all rewling.
Be thy awin godly micht,
Turne thow our hartis vnto the.
And lichtin thame with the veritie,
That ar far from the richt.
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Let vs incres in lufe of the,
And in knawledge also,
That we beleuing steidfastlie,
May in Spreit serue the so,
That we in hartis may sauour,
Thy mercy and thy fauour
And traist efter no mo.
And in knawledge also,
That we beleuing steidfastlie,
May in Spreit serue the so,
That we in hartis may sauour,
Thy mercy and thy fauour
And traist efter no mo.
Awalk vs (Lord) we pray the,
The haly Spreit vs geue,
Quhilk may our auld man mortifie,
That our new man may leue,
Sa will we alway thank the,
That shawis vs sa greit mercy,
And our sinnis dois forgeue.
The haly Spreit vs geue,
Quhilk may our auld man mortifie,
That our new man may leue,
Sa will we alway thank the,
That shawis vs sa greit mercy,
And our sinnis dois forgeue.
FINIS.
[Christ Iesus is ane A. per C.]
Christ Iesus is ane A. per C.
And peirles Prince of all mercy,
For he fra me my Sin hes tane.
And is my Sauiour allane.
And peirles Prince of all mercy,
For he fra me my Sin hes tane.
And is my Sauiour allane.
To saue bot he none is nor sall,
I out tak nane greit nor small,
To him is na comparisoun.
He is my Sauiour allone.
I out tak nane greit nor small,
To him is na comparisoun.
He is my Sauiour allone.
I sall him lufe with steidfast hart,
And for na cause fra him depart,
Bot him to serue I me dispone,
As to my Sauiour allone.
And for na cause fra him depart,
Bot him to serue I me dispone,
As to my Sauiour allone.
Sa on his grace I will depend,
Quhill Lachesis draw my lyfe till end,
Syne leue my Saule, quhen I am gone,
To Regne with thrinfald God in one.
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Syne leue my Saule, quhen I am gone,
To Regne with thrinfald God in one.
FINIS.
[Allone I weip in greit distres]
Allone I weip in greit distres,We ar exilit remediles,
And wait nocht quhy:
Fra Goddis word allace, allace,
Uncourteslie.
Quhair that we suld, glaidlie behauld,
Our Sauiour, baith ȝoung and auld,
Sa plesandlie,
Now ar we baneist monyfauld,
Uncourteslie.
Thay may our body fra the bind,
Sa can thay not our hartis, and mynde
Fixit on the.
Howbeit we be with dolour pynde,
Maist cruellie
O Antichrist we may the call,
From Goddis word wald gar vs fall,
Thy crueltie:
Wald baneis vs from plesouris all,
On {c}ourteslie.
Indurit Ignorance hes slaine,
Thy hart and put vs to greit paine,
Quhat remedie.
Sen we ar baneist from Christ allaine,
Uncourteslie.
FINIS.
[The Lord sayis I will schaw]
The Lord sayis I will schaw,
My will and eik my mynde,
Mark weill my Scripture and my Law
Quhairin that thow sall find.
That with my faith I mak ane vow
And knittis it with ane knot:
The treuth is sa, I lufe the now
Be war I hait the not.
My will and eik my mynde,
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Quhairin that thow sall find.
That with my faith I mak ane vow
And knittis it with ane knot:
The treuth is sa, I lufe the now
Be war I hait the not.
It was my Fatheris will
That I suld tak the cure,
For to cum downe in eirth the till,
And tak thy vyle nature.
To cleith my precious body pure,
Sa clene from sin and spot,
For lufe of the I mak the sure
Be war I hait the not.
That I suld tak the cure,
For to cum downe in eirth the till,
And tak thy vyle nature.
To cleith my precious body pure,
Sa clene from sin and spot,
For lufe of the I mak the sure
Be war I hait the not.
I fand the loist from blis
Throw Adamis sin and pleid:
And quha sa euer wrocht the mis
Was nane culd find remeid
Quhill I my self did chose the deid
To saue the from the pot,
I lufe the weill serue me in dreid
Be war I hait the not.
Throw Adamis sin and pleid:
And quha sa euer wrocht the mis
Was nane culd find remeid
Quhill I my self did chose the deid
To saue the from the pot,
I lufe the weill serue me in dreid
Be war I hait the not.
For all the greuous sorrowis soir,
I sufferit and paine,
To my rewaird I ask no moir.
Bot thy trew lufe againe
I am ane husband man but weir
Quhilk labouris for my lot,
I lufe the weill I mak the sure,
Be war I hait the not.
I sufferit and paine,
To my rewaird I ask no moir.
Bot thy trew lufe againe
I am ane husband man but weir
Quhilk labouris for my lot,
I lufe the weill I mak the sure,
Be war I hait the not.
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My Ȝock is wounder sweit,
And als my burding licht.
All that be with my grace repleit:
Sall go the way full richt.
I am the rute of all mercy,
Quhilk neuer sall faid nor rot:
Sen nane the luiffit sa weill as I,
Be war I hait the not.
And als my burding licht.
All that be with my grace repleit:
Sall go the way full richt.
I am the rute of all mercy,
Quhilk neuer sall faid nor rot:
Sen nane the luiffit sa weill as I,
Be war I hait the not.
All ȝe that sair dois thrist,
Throuch brukilnes of the flesche{,}
Cum vnto me, quhen that ȝe list,
I sall ȝour saulis refresche.
Call vpon me and I sall heir,
And saif the from the schot,
I lufe the weill I coft the deir,
Be war I hait the not.
Throuch brukilnes of the flesche{,}
Cum vnto me, quhen that ȝe list,
I sall ȝour saulis refresche.
Call vpon me and I sall heir,
And saif the from the schot,
I lufe the weill I coft the deir,
Be war I hait the not.
Attend and tak gude keip,
To thame that cumis to the,
In to the habite of ane scheip.
With subtell Sermonis slie.
For doutles than war inwartlie,
Fals wolfis vnder cot,
Renunce thair Lawis and cum to me,
Trewlie I hait the not.
To thame that cumis to the,
In to the habite of ane scheip.
With subtell Sermonis slie.
For doutles than war inwartlie,
Fals wolfis vnder cot,
Renunce thair Lawis and cum to me,
Trewlie I hait the not.
Na man sall cum to me,
Except my Father him draw.
Nor se my Father in heuin sa hie,
Bot be me and my Law.
Quhairfoir o man prent in thy mynde,
Thir wordis and this knot,
And wirk as my word dois the bind,
Be war I hait the not.
Except my Father him draw.
Nor se my Father in heuin sa hie,
Bot be me and my Law.
Quhairfoir o man prent in thy mynde,
Thir wordis and this knot,
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Be war I hait the not.
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[Grevovs is my sorrow.]
Grevovs is my sorrow.
Baith euin and morrow,
Unto my self allone:
Thus Christ makis his mone,
Saying vnkyndnes hes keillit me,
And put me to this paine:
Allace quhat remedie,
For I wald nocht refraine.
Baith euin and morrow,
Unto my self allone:
Thus Christ makis his mone,
Saying vnkyndnes hes keillit me,
And put me to this paine:
Allace quhat remedie,
For I wald nocht refraine.
My Father was sa mouit,
And with mankynde sa greuit,
Man was sa wylde and nyse,
And rageing in all vyce,
That distroyit he suld be:
Than for man I tuke paine,
Allace quhat remedie,
For I wald nocht refraine.
And with mankynde sa greuit,
Man was sa wylde and nyse,
And rageing in all vyce,
That distroyit he suld be:
Than for man I tuke paine,
Allace quhat remedie,
For I wald nocht refraine.
Than furthwith for his saik,
I did his nature tak,
With in ane Uirgin pure{,}
As schawis my Scripture,
Quhais vnkyndnes dois kill me,
And puttis me to greit paine,
Allace quhat remedie,
For I wald nocht refraine.
I did his nature tak,
With in ane Uirgin pure{,}
As schawis my Scripture,
Quhais vnkyndnes dois kill me,
And puttis me to greit paine,
Allace quhat remedie,
For I wald nocht refraine.
Quhen I was bot ane Chylde,
With my Mother, maist mylde,
The Iewis did me dispyse,
And euer mair surmyse,
With vnkyndenes to kill me,
And put me to greit paine:
Allace quhat remedie,
For I wald nocht refraine.
With my Mother, maist mylde,
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And euer mair surmyse,
With vnkyndenes to kill me,
And put me to greit paine:
Allace quhat remedie,
For I wald nocht refraine.
Thay lykit nocht my leuing,
Praying, fasting, nor repreuing,
For quhen that thay did sleip.
Than did I sich and weip,
That vnkyndnes suld keill me,
And put me to greit paine:
Allace quhat remedie,
Ȝit wald I nocht refraine.
Praying, fasting, nor repreuing,
For quhen that thay did sleip.
Than did I sich and weip,
That vnkyndnes suld keill me,
And put me to greit paine:
Allace quhat remedie,
Ȝit wald I nocht refraine.
Than at the last thay tuke me,
And all my freindis forsuke me,
Bot my deir mother allone,
And my cousing Sanct Iohne,
Till vnkyndnes had killit me,
And put me to this paine:
Allace quhat remedie,
Ȝit wald I nocht refraine,
And all my freindis forsuke me,
Bot my deir mother allone,
And my cousing Sanct Iohne,
Till vnkyndnes had killit me,
And put me to this paine:
Allace quhat remedie,
Ȝit wald I nocht refraine,
First I was betin lang,
With scurgis scharp and strang,
And as ane fule mockit,
Euill totcheit and rockit
Till vnkyndnes suld keill me,
And put me to that paine:
Allace quhat remedie,
I thocht nocht to refraine.
With scurgis scharp and strang,
And as ane fule mockit,
Euill totcheit and rockit
Till vnkyndnes suld keill me,
And put me to that paine:
Allace quhat remedie,
I thocht nocht to refraine.
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Than to ane Croce on hie,
Thay nalit my bodie,
And syne betwene twa theifis,
Thay did me mony greuis,
Till vnkyndnes did keill me,
And put me to greit paine,
Allace quhat remedie,
I thocht nocht to refraine.
Thay nalit my bodie,
And syne betwene twa theifis,
Thay did me mony greuis,
Till vnkyndnes did keill me,
And put me to greit paine,
Allace quhat remedie,
I thocht nocht to refraine.
And quhen I waxit dry,
And for drink lang did cry,
My comfort was bot small,
To sup the bitter gall,
With vnkyndnes thay seruit me.
And put me to greit paine:
Allace quhat remedie,
Ȝit wald I nocht refraine.
And for drink lang did cry,
My comfort was bot small,
To sup the bitter gall,
With vnkyndnes thay seruit me.
And put me to greit paine:
Allace quhat remedie,
Ȝit wald I nocht refraine.
Thus had I neuer rest,
Bot with panis opprest,
And with ane speir full scharp
Thay peirsit my tender hart,
Sa that vnkindnes, killit me,
And put me to greit paine:
Allace quhat remedie,
For I wald nocht refraine.
Bot with panis opprest,
And with ane speir full scharp
Thay peirsit my tender hart,
Sa that vnkindnes, killit me,
And put me to greit paine:
Allace quhat remedie,
For I wald nocht refraine.
For this my greit kyndnes,
Me think, of richt doutles,
Mannis Saule suld lufe me best,
Sen it my deid hes drest,
Quhais vnkyndnes hes killit me,
And put me to this paine:
Allace quhat remedie,
Ȝit wald I nocht refraine.
Me think, of richt doutles,
Mannis Saule suld lufe me best,
Sen it my deid hes drest,
Quhais vnkyndnes hes killit me,
And put me to this paine:
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Ȝit wald I nocht refraine.
Gif ony ane be heir,
That will by lufe sa deir,
Nocht with siluer, nor gold,
Bot with my blude beholde,
Thy vnkyndnes man hes slaine me
And put me to this paine:
Behald this pieteous body
Thus moste vnkyndlie slaine.
That will by lufe sa deir,
Nocht with siluer, nor gold,
Bot with my blude beholde,
Thy vnkyndnes man hes slaine me
And put me to this paine:
Behald this pieteous body
Thus moste vnkyndlie slaine.
O man quhome I creat,
Quhy art thow sa ingrait,
Seing how I am spilt,
All onlie for thy gilt,
And with vnkyndnes dois kill me,
And put me to this paine,
Ȝit all thy vylanie,
Can nocht mak me refraine.
Quhy art thow sa ingrait,
Seing how I am spilt,
All onlie for thy gilt,
And with vnkyndnes dois kill me,
And put me to this paine,
Ȝit all thy vylanie,
Can nocht mak me refraine.
Quhat sorrow culd me moir,
Than to suffer so soir,
Of them that knew my Lawis
And wist I gaue na caus
Unkyndely thus to kill me,
And put me to sic paine
Allace quhat remedie
Ȝit wald I nocht refraine.
Than to suffer so soir,
Of them that knew my Lawis
And wist I gaue na caus
Unkyndely thus to kill me,
And put me to sic paine
Allace quhat remedie
Ȝit wald I nocht refraine.
Father forgiue Cayphas,
Pylate, Anna, and Iudas,
Pardone all Iurie
That cryit Crucifige.
Thocht vnkyndelie thay slew me,
And put me to this paine:
Ȝit thair was na remedie
For I will nocht refraine.
Pylate, Anna, and Iudas,
Pardone all Iurie
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Thocht vnkyndelie thay slew me,
And put me to this paine:
Ȝit thair was na remedie
For I will nocht refraine.
My Saull in thy handis fre,
My last will sall be,
O father I commit
Into thy handis my Spreit,
Thocht vnkyndely I die,
And am put to greit paine:
Ȝit for mannis remedie
I sall ryse vp againe.
My last will sall be,
O father I commit
Into thy handis my Spreit,
Thocht vnkyndely I die,
And am put to greit paine:
Ȝit for mannis remedie
I sall ryse vp againe.
I leue in Testament,
My body in Sacrament,
For mannis Saull to support.
And be his cheif comfort.
Thocht man vnkyndely haue left me,
And slew me with greit paine:
Thair is na remedie
My hart will nocht refraine.
My body in Sacrament,
For mannis Saull to support.
And be his cheif comfort.
Thocht man vnkyndely haue left me,
And slew me with greit paine:
Thair is na remedie
My hart will nocht refraine.
Go hart I the bequyeth
To hir that was my deith.
Mannis Saull is scho trewlie
My hart hir hart sall be,
Thocht scho maist vnkyndely slew me,
And put me to greit paine:
Ȝit thair is na remedie
My hart will nocht refraine.
To hir that was my deith.
Mannis Saull is scho trewlie
My hart hir hart sall be,
Thocht scho maist vnkyndely slew me,
And put me to greit paine:
Ȝit thair is na remedie
My hart will nocht refraine.
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The laudes of the Lord trewlie
Ȝe may sing mirrylie:
For all our Saulis health
In Euerlasting wealth
Thocht vnkyndelie ȝe slew my bodie
And did put me to paine:
Ȝe may persaue daylie
My lufe dois nocht refraine.
Ȝe may sing mirrylie:
For all our Saulis health
In Euerlasting wealth
Thocht vnkyndelie ȝe slew my bodie
And did put me to paine:
Ȝe may persaue daylie
My lufe dois nocht refraine.
My Tumbe is freshe and new,
In sauing I was trew:
To put mankynde fra dout,
Thair sall be writtin about,
The Iewis King heir dois ly,
Quhome vnkyndenes hes slaine
And socht na remedie,
For he wald nocht refraine.
In sauing I was trew:
To put mankynde fra dout,
Thair sall be writtin about,
The Iewis King heir dois ly,
Quhome vnkyndenes hes slaine
And socht na remedie,
For he wald nocht refraine.
O Father Imperiall,
I pray the in speciall
My deith mannis Saull forgiue,
In heuin with me to liue,
Thocht vnkyndely scho killit me
I wald scho had na paine
For I had rather die,
For hir saik anis againe.
I pray the in speciall
My deith mannis Saull forgiue,
In heuin with me to liue,
Thocht vnkyndely scho killit me
I wald scho had na paine
For I had rather die,
For hir saik anis againe.
Ane gentill admonitioun of Christ.
All pepill leirne of me,Gentilnes and pietie
Remember my sober bodie,
Sa woundit and bludie
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With sclander nor with paine:
Amend ȝour faultis daylie
And from all vice refraine.
FINIS.
[Iohne cum kis me now]
Iohne cum kis me now,
Iohne cum kis me now,
Iohne cum kis me by and by
And mak no moir adow.
Iohne cum kis me now,
Iohne cum kis me by and by
And mak no moir adow.
The Lord thy God I am
That Iohne dois the call,
Iohne representit man
Be grace Celestiall:
That Iohne dois the call,
Iohne representit man
Be grace Celestiall:
For Iohne (Goddis grace it is)
(Quha list till expone the same)
Och Iohne thow did amis
Quhen that thow ioist this name,
(Quha list till expone the same)
Och Iohne thow did amis
Quhen that thow ioist this name,
Heuin and eirth of nocht
I maid them for thy saik
For euer moir I thocht
To my lykenes the mak.
I maid them for thy saik
For euer moir I thocht
To my lykenes the mak.
In Paradice I plantit the
And maid the Lord of all,
My creatures not forbidding the,
Nathing bot ane of all.
And maid the Lord of all,
My creatures not forbidding the,
Nathing bot ane of all.
Thus wald thow not obey
Nor ȝit follow to my will
Bot did cast thy self away
And thy posteritie spill.
Nor ȝit follow to my will
Bot did cast thy self away
And thy posteritie spill.
My iustice condempnit the
To euerlasting paine
Man culd find na remedie
To by man fre againe.
To euerlasting paine
Man culd find na remedie
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O pure lyfe, and meir mercy,
Myne awin Sone downe I send,
God become man for the.
For thy sin his lyfe did spend.
Myne awin Sone downe I send,
God become man for the.
For thy sin his lyfe did spend.
Thy attenement, and peace to mak,
He sched his blude, maist halie,
Suffering deith for thy saik.
Quhat culd he do moir for the?
He sched his blude, maist halie,
Suffering deith for thy saik.
Quhat culd he do moir for the?
It plesit Christ without desart,
For his Enemie to die,
Suffering a speir to peirs his hart,
The caus was thy folie.
For his Enemie to die,
Suffering a speir to peirs his hart,
The caus was thy folie.
Beleue this, repent thy sin,
His deith haue euer in mynde,
Remissioun of sin lyis only thairin,
To thy Lord be neuer vnkynde.
His deith haue euer in mynde,
Remissioun of sin lyis only thairin,
To thy Lord be neuer vnkynde.
Quhen he ascendit left him behind,
His word to reid and heir,
Quhen Antichrist wald the blind,
That thow suld giue him na eir.
His word to reid and heir,
Quhen Antichrist wald the blind,
That thow suld giue him na eir.
Bot quhen Sathan was lowsit out of hell
And had set man in my place,
All that he did thow thocht it weill
At him thow socht for grace.
And had set man in my place,
All that he did thow thocht it weill
At him thow socht for grace.
Nathing regarding how of me,
Allthing had thair Creatioun:
Nor ȝit quhat Christ sufferit for the
To redeme the from dampnatioun.
Allthing had thair Creatioun:
Nor ȝit quhat Christ sufferit for the
To redeme the from dampnatioun.
Bot the abhominatioun of desolatioun,
Thow settis in the haly place,
Be Antichristis fals perswasioun
My Sennis passioun to deface.
Thow settis in the haly place,
Be Antichristis fals perswasioun
My Sennis passioun to deface.
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Quhairfoir my Iustice mouit me
My word fra the restraine,
And to thy lust to giue vp the,
To traist in thingis vaine.
My word fra the restraine,
And to thy lust to giue vp the,
To traist in thingis vaine.
In mannis warkis then did thow traist,
Seiking helth thow wist not quhair,
At thy deith thow did mistraist
And sa fell in dispair.
Seiking helth thow wist not quhair,
At thy deith thow did mistraist
And sa fell in dispair.
Quhen I did draw ony to me,
My Gospell to profes:
Thow did them slay richt cruellie
Thinkand to do me seruice.
My Gospell to profes:
Thow did them slay richt cruellie
Thinkand to do me seruice.
Thy seruice sall rewardit be,
With Euerlasting paine,
And all that hait my word and me
Except thay do abstene.
With Euerlasting paine,
And all that hait my word and me
Except thay do abstene.
Thus quhen thow was in dangerous case
Reddy to sink in hell,
Of my mercy and speciall grace,
I send the my Gospell.
Reddy to sink in hell,
Of my mercy and speciall grace,
I send the my Gospell.
My Prophetis call, my Preicheouris cry
Iohne cum kis me now,
Iohne cum kis me by and by,
And mak no moir adow.
Iohne cum kis me now,
Iohne cum kis me by and by,
And mak no moir adow.
Ane Spreit I am incorporate,
Na mortall Ey can me se,
Ȝit my word dois intimate
Iohne how thow must kis me.
Na mortall Ey can me se,
Ȝit my word dois intimate
Iohne how thow must kis me.
Repent thy Sin vnfenȝeitlie,
Beleue my promeis in Christis deith,
This kis of faith will iustifie the
(As my Scripture plainely saith.)
Beleue my promeis in Christis deith,
This kis of faith will iustifie the
(As my Scripture plainely saith.)
Mak na delay cum by and by
Quhen that I do the call,
Lest deith do stryke the suddanelie,
And sa cum nocht at all.
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Lest deith do stryke the suddanelie,
And sa cum nocht at all.
Gif thow cum nocht, quhill thow hes space
Bot my Gospell dois contempne,
I will tak from the my grace,
And my word will the condempne.
Bot my Gospell dois contempne,
I will tak from the my grace,
And my word will the condempne.
Of all that cum I will none reiect,
Na creature greit nor small:
For Christis saik I will them accept,
And giue them lyfe Eternall,
Na creature greit nor small:
For Christis saik I will them accept,
And giue them lyfe Eternall,
FINIS.
In te Domine speraui. Psal. xxxj.
Lord let me neuer be confoundit,
That firmely do confyde in the:
Bot let thy Iustice ay be groundit
With mercy to delyuer me.
That firmely do confyde in the:
Bot let thy Iustice ay be groundit
With mercy to delyuer me.
Inclyne thine reuthfull eiris in tyme,
To me that am in miserie:
And from all sort of sin and cryme,
Thow blissit Lord delyuer me.
To me that am in miserie:
And from all sort of sin and cryme,
Thow blissit Lord delyuer me.
Be my defendar God of grace,
My gyde, my gouernour all thre,
And in thy heuinlie dwelling place,
Of all refuge thow succour me.
My gyde, my gouernour all thre,
And in thy heuinlie dwelling place,
Of all refuge thow succour me.
For sen thow art my strenth and force,
My hope, support, and haill supplie:
Be thy sweit Name, and deid on Croce
Thow sall vpbring and nourishe me.
My hope, support, and haill supplie:
Be thy sweit Name, and deid on Croce
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Thow sall me gyde from gyrue and snair,
And byde in secreit quhair nane may se
For thow art keipar lait and air
Protectour and defence of me.
And byde in secreit quhair nane may se
For thow art keipar lait and air
Protectour and defence of me.
My Spreit I rander in thy handis
Eternall God of veritie:
Quhilk hes from bailfull Baliallis bandis:
Redemit and delyuerit me.
Eternall God of veritie:
Quhilk hes from bailfull Baliallis bandis:
Redemit and delyuerit me.
FINIS.
[Go hart vnto the Lamp of licht]
Go hart vnto the Lamp of licht,
Go hart, do seruice and honour
Go hart and serue him day and nicht
Go hart vnto thy Sauiour.
Go hart, do seruice and honour
Go hart and serue him day and nicht
Go hart vnto thy Sauiour.
Go hart to thy onlie remeid,
Descending from the heuinlie Tour:
The to delyuer from pyne and deid.
Go hart vnto thy Sauiour.
Descending from the heuinlie Tour:
The to delyuer from pyne and deid.
Go hart vnto thy Sauiour.
Go hart but dissimulatioun.
To Christ that tuke our vyle nature:
For the to suffer passioun
Go hart vnto my Sauiour.
To Christ that tuke our vyle nature:
For the to suffer passioun
Go hart vnto my Sauiour.
Go hart richt humbill and meik,
Go hart as leill and trew Seruitour,
To him that heill is for all seik
Go hart vnto my Sauiour.
Go hart as leill and trew Seruitour,
To him that heill is for all seik
Go hart vnto my Sauiour.
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Go hart with trew and haill intent
To Christ thy help and haill succour,
The to redeme he was all rent
Go hart vnto thy Sauiour.
To Christ thy help and haill succour,
The to redeme he was all rent
Go hart vnto thy Sauiour.
To Christ that rais from deith to lyue
Go hart vnto my latter hour:
Quhais greit mercy can nane discryue
Go hart vnto thy Sauiour.
Go hart vnto my latter hour:
Quhais greit mercy can nane discryue
Go hart vnto thy Sauiour.
FINIS.
[Ovr brother let vs put in graue]
Ovr brother let vs put in graue,
And na dout thairof let vs haue
Bot he sall ryse on Domisday
And haue immortall lyfe for ay.
And na dout thairof let vs haue
Bot he sall ryse on Domisday
And haue immortall lyfe for ay.
He is of eird, and of eird maid,
And mon returne to eird throw deid
Syne ryse sall fra the eird and ground,
Quhen that the last Trumpet sall sound,
And mon returne to eird throw deid
Syne ryse sall fra the eird and ground,
Quhen that the last Trumpet sall sound,
The Saull regnis with God in gloir,
And he sall suffer paine no moir
For caus his faith was constantlie
In Christis blude allanerlie.
And he sall suffer paine no moir
For caus his faith was constantlie
In Christis blude allanerlie.
His painefull pilgramage is past
And till ane end cummin at the last.
Deand in Christis ȝock full sweit
Bot ȝit is leuand in his Spreit.
And till ane end cummin at the last.
Deand in Christis ȝock full sweit
Bot ȝit is leuand in his Spreit.
The Saull leuis with God I say,
The body sleipis quhill Domisday,
Then Christ sall bring them baith to gloir
To Ring with him for euer moir.
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Then Christ sall bring them baith to gloir
To Ring with him for euer moir.
In eird he hes vexatioun
Bot now he hes Saluatioun:
Ringand in gloir and blis but weir,
And schynis as the Sone sa cleir.
Bot now he hes Saluatioun:
Ringand in gloir and blis but weir,
And schynis as the Sone sa cleir.
Ȝe faithfull thairfoir let him sleip,
And nocht lyke Hethin for him weip:
Bot deiply prent into ȝour breist,
That deid to vs approchis neist.
And nocht lyke Hethin for him weip:
Bot deiply prent into ȝour breist,
That deid to vs approchis neist.
Quhen cummin is our hour and tyme.
Then we mon turnit be in slyme:
And thair is nane vther defence
Bot die in hope with pacience.
Then we mon turnit be in slyme:
And thair is nane vther defence
Bot die in hope with pacience.
Thocht Pest or sword, wald vs preuent.
Befoir our hour to slay vs clene,
Thay can nocht pluke ane lytill hair
Furth of our heid, nor do vs deir.
Befoir our hour to slay vs clene,
Thay can nocht pluke ane lytill hair
Furth of our heid, nor do vs deir.
Quhen fra this warld to Christ we wend,
Our wretchit schort lyfe mon haue end
Changeit fra paine and miserie,
To lestand gloir Eternallie.
Our wretchit schort lyfe mon haue end
Changeit fra paine and miserie,
To lestand gloir Eternallie.
And sall our dayis schort and vaine,
And sin quhilk we culd not refraine,
Endit salbe our pilgramage,
And brocht hame to our heritage.
And sin quhilk we culd not refraine,
Endit salbe our pilgramage,
And brocht hame to our heritage.
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Christ for thy micht and celsitude,
That for our sinnis sched thy blude,
Grant vs in Faith, to leue and die,
And syne ressaue our Saulis to the.
That for our sinnis sched thy blude,
Grant vs in Faith, to leue and die,
And syne ressaue our Saulis to the.
FINIS.
[Mvsing greitlie in my mynde]
Mvsing greitlie in my mynde,
The folie that is in mankynde,
Quhilk is sa brukill and sa blind,
And downe sall cum downe ay downe ay.
The folie that is in mankynde,
Quhilk is sa brukill and sa blind,
And downe sall cum downe ay downe ay.
Leuand maist part in all vice,
Nouther sa gracious, nor sa wyse,
As out of wretchitnes to ryse,
Bot downe to cum downe ay downe ay.
Nouther sa gracious, nor sa wyse,
As out of wretchitnes to ryse,
Bot downe to cum downe ay downe ay.
And all this warld to weild thow had,
Thy body perfit and properlie maid,
Ȝit man, as floure, thow sall faid,
And downe thow sall cum downe ay.
Thy body perfit and properlie maid,
Ȝit man, as floure, thow sall faid,
And downe thow sall cum downe ay.
Thocht thow war euer Eternall,
As man that neuer suld haue ane fall,
Ȝit doutles die thow sall,
And downe sall cum downe ay downe ay.
As man that neuer suld haue ane fall,
Ȝit doutles die thow sall,
And downe sall cum downe ay downe ay.
Thocht thow war man neuer sa thrall
Remember ȝit that die thow sall,
Quha hiest clymmis gettis greitest fall,
And downe sall cum downe ay downe ay.
Remember ȝit that die thow sall,
Quha hiest clymmis gettis greitest fall,
And downe sall cum downe ay downe ay.
Thocht thow war neuer of sa greit degre,
In riches nor in dignitie,
Remember man that thow man die,
And downe sall cum downe ay downe ay.
In riches nor in dignitie,
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And downe sall cum downe ay downe ay.
Thair is na king, nor Empreour,
Duke, nor Lord, of greit valure,
Bot he sall faid as lely floure,
And downe sall cum downe ay downe ay.
Duke, nor Lord, of greit valure,
Bot he sall faid as lely floure,
And downe sall cum downe ay downe ay.
Quhair is Adam, and Eue his wyfe,
And Hercules, with his lang stryfe,
And Matussalem with his lang lyfe,
Thay all ar cum downe ay downe ay.
And Hercules, with his lang stryfe,
And Matussalem with his lang lyfe,
Thay all ar cum downe ay downe ay.
FINIS.
[Pray God for grace, my lufe maist deir]
Pray God for grace, my lufe maist deir
Quhilk bocht vs with his precious blude
That we him lufe with hart inteir
In welth and want, be land and flude.
Quhilk bocht vs with his precious blude
That we him lufe with hart inteir
In welth and want, be land and flude.
Ask and haue (sayis the Lord)
Als geue and geuin sall be to ȝow,
Quhat sweitar thing may we record,
Nor thy word Christ firmelie to trow.
Als geue and geuin sall be to ȝow,
Quhat sweitar thing may we record,
Nor thy word Christ firmelie to trow.
Traist we alswa, baith air and lait,
With faithfull hope and esperance,
We sall ressaue efter our estait,
All Iust desyre, but discripance.
With faithfull hope and esperance,
We sall ressaue efter our estait,
All Iust desyre, but discripance.
Thairfoir I think we suld reioyis,
And now greit myrthis mak from the splene,
Sen we ar chosin to repois,
In faith of Christ, and lyfe serene.
And now greit myrthis mak from the splene,
Sen we ar chosin to repois,
In faith of Christ, and lyfe serene.
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Christ our onlie succour in distres,
In till his grace, quha dois confyde,
His grace till him will ay incres,
Quhen warldlie traist will faill at neid.
In till his grace, quha dois confyde,
His grace till him will ay incres,
Quhen warldlie traist will faill at neid.
FINIS.
[Downe be ȝone Riuer I ran]
Downe be ȝone Riuer I ran,
Downe be ȝone Riuer I ran,
Thinkand on Christ sa fre
That brocht me to libertie
And I ane sinfull man.
Downe be ȝone Riuer I ran,
Thinkand on Christ sa fre
That brocht me to libertie
And I ane sinfull man.
Quha suld be my lufe bot he,
That hes onlie sauit me,
And be his deith me wan:
On the Croce sa cruellie,
He sched his blude aboundantlie,
And all for the lufe of man.
That hes onlie sauit me,
And be his deith me wan:
On the Croce sa cruellie,
He sched his blude aboundantlie,
And all for the lufe of man.
How suld we thank that Lord,
That was sa misericord,
Be quhome all grace began:
With cruell paine and smart,
He was peirsit throw the hart,
And all for the lufe of man.
That was sa misericord,
Be quhome all grace began:
With cruell paine and smart,
He was peirsit throw the hart,
And all for the lufe of man.
That gaue him in the Iewis handis,
To brek bailfull Baliallis bands,
First quhen he began:
Thair gaue him self to die,
To mak vs Catiues fre,
Remember sinfull man.
To brek bailfull Baliallis bands,
First quhen he began:
Thair gaue him self to die,
To mak vs Catiues fre,
Remember sinfull man.
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Thay spittit in his face.
All for our lufe, allace,
That Lord he sufferit than:
The cruell pains of deid,
Quhilk was our haill remeid,
Remember Sinfull man.
All for our lufe, allace,
That Lord he sufferit than:
The cruell pains of deid,
Quhilk was our haill remeid,
Remember Sinfull man.
Loue we that Lord allone,
Quhilk deit on the throne,
Our Sinnis to refraine:
Prayse him with all our micht,
Sing till him day and nicht,
The gloir of God and man.
Quhilk deit on the throne,
Our Sinnis to refraine:
Prayse him with all our micht,
Sing till him day and nicht,
The gloir of God and man.
Do all that thow art abill,
Ȝit thow art vnprofitabill,
Do all that thow can:
Except thow weschin be,
With Christis blude allanerlie,
Thow art condampmt man.
Ȝit thow art vnprofitabill,
Do all that thow can:
Except thow weschin be,
With Christis blude allanerlie,
Thow art condampmt man.
And sa I mak ane end,
Christ grant vs all to kend,
And steidfast to remaine:
In to Christis passioun,
Our onlie Saluatioun,
And in nane vther man.
Christ grant vs all to kend,
And steidfast to remaine:
In to Christis passioun,
Our onlie Saluatioun,
And in nane vther man.
FINIS.
[With heuie hart full of distres]
With heuie hart full of distres,
Lamenting my greit sinfulnes,
To the O Lord quha may me cure,
Haue reuth on me thy Creature.
Lamenting my greit sinfulnes,
To the O Lord quha may me cure,
Haue reuth on me thy Creature.
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The seiknes that is in my flesche,
Thow may it Lord allone depesche,
And purge it clene and mak it pure:
And saue me thy Creature,
Thow may it Lord allone depesche,
And purge it clene and mak it pure:
And saue me thy Creature,
For in this seiknes I was borne.
And my foirbearis me beforne.
Our seiknes on thy back thow bure.
To saue me Lord, thy Creature.
And my foirbearis me beforne.
Our seiknes on thy back thow bure.
To saue me Lord, thy Creature.
This seiknes Lord it is the Sin,
That I was borne and gottin in,
Proceiding of my vyle nature,
Ȝit saue me sinfull Creature.
That I was borne and gottin in,
Proceiding of my vyle nature,
Ȝit saue me sinfull Creature.
Thow may me saue, thow may me spill,
Baith lyfe, and deid, lyis in thy will,
Thow art the Chirurgiane sure,
That haillis all eirdlie Creature.
Baith lyfe, and deid, lyis in thy will,
Thow art the Chirurgiane sure,
That haillis all eirdlie Creature.
Lord thair is na Saluatioun,
Bot in thy blissit Passioun,
As witnes beiris the trew Scripture,
Thow saifis all eirdlie Creature.
Bot in thy blissit Passioun,
As witnes beiris the trew Scripture,
Thow saifis all eirdlie Creature.
And for the same to mak remeid,
Thow suffeit nocht to suffer deid,
And mekill mair thow did indure,
To saue thy sinfull Creature.
Thow suffeit nocht to suffer deid,
And mekill mair thow did indure,
To saue thy sinfull Creature.
To the O Lord, thairfoir I call,
For thy remeid, and euer sall,
Quhill I be laid in Sepulture.
To saue thy sinfull Creature,
For thy remeid, and euer sall,
Quhill I be laid in Sepulture.
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For all the trubill and the paine,
I neuer wrocht sa gude againe,
Bot was vnthankfull seruiture,
Haue reuth on me thy Creature.
I neuer wrocht sa gude againe,
Bot was vnthankfull seruiture,
Haue reuth on me thy Creature.
Swa onlie thow, gude Lord of peace,
I me submit into thy grace,
For of my seiknes, thow may me cure.
Aud saue thy sinfull Creature.
I me submit into thy grace,
For of my seiknes, thow may me cure.
Aud saue thy sinfull Creature.
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[Welcvm Lord Christ, welcum againe]
Welcvm Lord Christ, welcum againe,
My Ioy, my confort, and my blis,
That culd me saue from hellis paine?
Bot onlie thow nane was nor is.
My Ioy, my confort, and my blis,
That culd me saue from hellis paine?
Bot onlie thow nane was nor is.
Thairfoir I may richt baldly say.
Geue Christ the quhilk hes me redrest,
Be on my syde quhilk hes done pay,
My ransoun quha can me molest.
Geue Christ the quhilk hes me redrest,
Be on my syde quhilk hes done pay,
My ransoun quha can me molest.
Sen Christ now hes, maid me at one,
With God the Father, and did die,
To mak me Iust, to gloir is gone,
Than quhat ar thay can condampne me.
With God the Father, and did die,
To mak me Iust, to gloir is gone,
Than quhat ar thay can condampne me.
Was neuer nane to me mair kynde,
Nor Christ, thairfoir I will him pryse,
Onlie with Saule, body, and mynde
My hope and traist, haill in him lyis.
Nor Christ, thairfoir I will him pryse,
Onlie with Saule, body, and mynde
My hope and traist, haill in him lyis.
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Bot that quhilk Scripture hes exprest,
Ane Sacrifice, Christ anis thairfoir,
Offer it to God, quhilk smellit best,
For my trespas I seik no moir.
Ane Sacrifice, Christ anis thairfoir,
Offer it to God, quhilk smellit best,
For my trespas I seik no moir.
My part is than, from Sin to reis,
And cleif to Christ, quhilk hes supprest,
Sin, deith, and hell, and maid my peace,
Throw Faith, in him that I micht rest.
And cleif to Christ, quhilk hes supprest,
Sin, deith, and hell, and maid my peace,
Throw Faith, in him that I micht rest.
FINIS.
[O Christ quhilk art the licht of day]
O Christ quhilk art the licht of day,
The clude of nicht thow dryuis away,
The beame of gloir deleuit richt,
Schawand till vs thy perfyte licht.
The clude of nicht thow dryuis away,
The beame of gloir deleuit richt,
Schawand till vs thy perfyte licht.
This is na nycht as naturall.
Nor ȝit na cloud Materiall:
That thow expellis (as I heir say)
O Christ quhilk art the licht of day.
Nor ȝit na cloud Materiall:
That thow expellis (as I heir say)
O Christ quhilk art the licht of day.
This nicht I call Idolatrie,
The cloude ouirspred Hypocrisie,
Send from the Prince of all vnricht
O Christ for till obscure thy licht.
The cloude ouirspred Hypocrisie,
Send from the Prince of all vnricht
O Christ for till obscure thy licht.
Quhilk twa hes had dominioun
Lang leidand to distructioun
The maist part of this warld astray
Fra Christ quhilk is the licht of day.
Lang leidand to distructioun
The maist part of this warld astray
Fra Christ quhilk is the licht of day.
Turnand till Goddis Infinite,
Putand thair hope, and thair delyte,
In warkis, inuentit with the slicht,
Of Sathan, contrair to thy licht.
Putand thair hope, and thair delyte,
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Of Sathan, contrair to thy licht.
Sum makis Goddis of stok and staine,
Sum makis God of Sanctis baine,
Quhilk war thay leuand, heir, wald say,
Idolateris, do way do way.
Sum makis God of Sanctis baine,
Quhilk war thay leuand, heir, wald say,
Idolateris, do way do way.
To vs gif nouther laud, nor gloir.
O fulis gifȝe speir quhairfoir,
We had na thing throw our awin micht,
Bot all we had, throw Christ our licht.
O fulis gifȝe speir quhairfoir,
We had na thing throw our awin micht,
Bot all we had, throw Christ our licht.
To that exempill sall be Paull,
At Listra, quha refusit all,
Maner of gloir, and this did say.
Geue gloir to Christ, the licht of day.
At Listra, quha refusit all,
Maner of gloir, and this did say.
Geue gloir to Christ, the licht of day.
Geue nane till vs, we ar bot men,
Mortall as ȝe, ȝour selfis may ken,
O fulis quhairfoir tak ȝe flycht,
Kinnand fra Christ, the perfite licht.
Mortall as ȝe, ȝour selfis may ken,
O fulis quhairfoir tak ȝe flycht,
Kinnand fra Christ, the perfite licht.
Sum makis Goddis of Freiris Caip,
Thay monstouris mot in gallous gaip,
For thay haue led vs lang astray,
Fra Christ, quhilk is the licht of day.
Thay monstouris mot in gallous gaip,
For thay haue led vs lang astray,
Fra Christ, quhilk is the licht of day.
Sum mumlit aueis, sum crakit Creidis,
Sum makis Goddis of thair beidis,
Quhilk wait nocht quhat thay sing nor say,
Allace this is ane wrangous way.
Sum makis Goddis of thair beidis,
Quhilk wait nocht quhat thay sing nor say,
Allace this is ane wrangous way.
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[With huntis vp, with huntis vp]
With huntis vp, with huntis vp,
It is now perfite day,
Iesus our King, is gaine in hunting
Quha lykis to speid thay may.
It is now perfite day,
Iesus our King, is gaine in hunting
Quha lykis to speid thay may.
Ane cursit Fox, lay hid in Rox,
This lang and mony ane day,
Deuouring scheip, quhill he micht creip,
Haue micht him schaip away.
This lang and mony ane day,
Deuouring scheip, quhill he micht creip,
Haue micht him schaip away.
It did him gude to laip the blude,
Of ȝoung and tender lammis,
Nane culd he mis, for all was his,
The ȝoung anis with thair dammis.
Of ȝoung and tender lammis,
Nane culd he mis, for all was his,
The ȝoung anis with thair dammis.
The hunter is Christ, that huntis in haist,
The hundis at Peter, and Paull,
The Paip is the Foxe, Rome is the Rox,
That rubbis vs on the gall,
The hundis at Peter, and Paull,
The Paip is the Foxe, Rome is the Rox,
That rubbis vs on the gall,
That cruell beist he neuer ceist,
Be his vsurpit power,
Under dispens, to get our penneis.
Our Saulis to deuoir.
Be his vsurpit power,
Under dispens, to get our penneis.
Our Saulis to deuoir.
Quha culd deuyse, sic merchandis,
As he had thair to sell,
Oules it war proud Lucifer,
The greit maister of hell.
As he had thair to sell,
Oules it war proud Lucifer,
The greit maister of hell.
He had to sell the Tantonie bell,
And pardonis thair in was.
Remissioun of sinnis, in auld scheip skinnits.
Our Saulis to bring from grace.
And pardonis thair in was.
Remissioun of sinnis, in auld scheip skinnits.
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With bullis of leid, quhyte wax, and reid,
And vther quhylis with grene,
Closit in ane box, this vsit the Fox.
Sic peltrie was neuer sene.
And vther quhylis with grene,
Closit in ane box, this vsit the Fox.
Sic peltrie was neuer sene.
With dispensatiounis, and obligatiounis,
According to his Law,
He wald dispens, for money from hence,
With thame he neuer saw.
According to his Law,
He wald dispens, for money from hence,
With thame he neuer saw.
To curs and ban, the sempill pure man,
That had nocht to fle the paine,
Bot quhen he had payit all to ane myte,
He mon be obsoluit than.
That had nocht to fle the paine,
Bot quhen he had payit all to ane myte,
He mon be obsoluit than.
To sum God wot he gaue tot quot,
And vther sum pluralitie,
Bot first with penneis, he mon dispens,
Or ellis it will nocht be.
And vther sum pluralitie,
Bot first with penneis, he mon dispens,
Or ellis it will nocht be.
Kingis to marie, and sum co tarie,
Sic is his power and micht,
Quha that hes gold, with him will he hold,
Thocht it be contrair all richt.
Sic is his power and micht,
Quha that hes gold, with him will he hold,
Thocht it be contrair all richt.
O blissit Peter, the Foxe is ane lier,
Thow knawis weill it is nocht sa,
Quhill at the last, he salbe downe cast
His peltrie Pardonis and all.
Thow knawis weill it is nocht sa,
Quhill at the last, he salbe downe cast
His peltrie Pardonis and all.
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[Baneist is faith now euerie quhair]
Baneist is faith now euerie quhair,
And sair forthinkis me:
Baneist is faith now euerie quhair
Be the schauin sort I ȝow declair,
Allace thairfoir my hart is sair
And blyith I can nocht be.
And sair forthinkis me:
Baneist is faith now euerie quhair
Be the schauin sort I ȝow declair,
Allace thairfoir my hart is sair
And blyith I can nocht be.
Quhair we war wount to go richt glaid,
Furth of captiuitie,
Quhair we war wount to go richt glaid,
Now haue thay vs with chargis ouerlaid,
Quhilk bene sa dampnabill, and sa sad.
That blyith we can nocht be.
Furth of captiuitie,
Quhair we war wount to go richt glaid,
Now haue thay vs with chargis ouerlaid,
Quhilk bene sa dampnabill, and sa sad.
That blyith we can nocht be.
Thay keip the key from vs allace,
Quhairby enter suld we.
Thay keip the key from vs allace,
And puttis vs downe all mercyles
We ar ouerthrawin in euerie place.
That blyith we can nocht be.
Quhairby enter suld we.
Thay keip the key from vs allace,
And puttis vs downe all mercyles
We ar ouerthrawin in euerie place.
That blyith we can nocht be.
Ryse vp I pray the now sweit Lord,
And from thair crueltie.
Ryse vp I pray the now sweit Lord,
Defend vs according to thy word
Or we sall perische be fyre, and sword,
That shawis the veritie.
And from thair crueltie.
Ryse vp I pray the now sweit Lord,
Defend vs according to thy word
Or we sall perische be fyre, and sword,
That shawis the veritie.
FINIS.
[Mvsing greitlie in my mynde]
Mvsing greitlie in my mynde,
The cruell Kirkmen in thair kynde,
Quhilk bene indurit and sa blind,
And trowis neuer to cum downe.
The cruell Kirkmen in thair kynde,
Quhilk bene indurit and sa blind,
And trowis neuer to cum downe.
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Thocht thow be Paip or Cardinall,
Sa heich in thy Pontificall
Resist thow God that creat all,
Than downe thow sall cum downe,
Sa heich in thy Pontificall
Resist thow God that creat all,
Than downe thow sall cum downe,
Thocht thow be Archebischop, or Deane,
Chancour, Chanslar, or Chaplane,
Resist thow God, thy gloir is gaine,
And downe thow sall cum downe.
Chancour, Chanslar, or Chaplane,
Resist thow God, thy gloir is gaine,
And downe thow sall cum downe.
Thocht thow flow in Philosophie,
Or graduate in Theologie
Ȝit and thow syle the veritie.
Than downe thow sall cum downe.
Or graduate in Theologie
Ȝit and thow syle the veritie.
Than downe thow sall cum downe.
Thocht thow be of Religioun.
The straitest in all Regioun,
Ȝit and thow gla{i}k or gagioun
The treuth, thow sall cum downe,
The straitest in all Regioun,
Ȝit and thow gla{i}k or gagioun
The treuth, thow sall cum downe,
Quhair is Chore, and Abirone?
Iamnes, Iambres, and Dathane, becum?
To resist God, quhilk maid thame bowne
Ar thay nocht all cumit downe.
Iamnes, Iambres, and Dathane, becum?
To resist God, quhilk maid thame bowne
Ar thay nocht all cumit downe.
And quhair is Balaamis fals counsell,
Quhair is the Prophetis of Iesabell,
And Bellis Preistis, be Daniell,
Downe thay war all brocht downe,
Quhair is the Prophetis of Iesabell,
And Bellis Preistis, be Daniell,
Downe thay war all brocht downe,
And mony ma I culd ȝow schaw,
Quhilk of thair God wald stand na aw,
Bot him resistit and his Law,
And downe thay ar cum downe.
Quhilk of thair God wald stand na aw,
Bot him resistit and his Law,
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Thair is na King, nor Empriour,
Erle, nor Duke, of greit valure,
From tyme ȝe knaw, thair fals Errour,
Bot he sall pluck thame downe.
Erle, nor Duke, of greit valure,
From tyme ȝe knaw, thair fals Errour,
Bot he sall pluck thame downe.
Ophni and Phenis, gat na grace,
Hely brak his nek allace,
And his ofspring put fra thair place,
King Salomone put thame downe.
Hely brak his nek allace,
And his ofspring put fra thair place,
King Salomone put thame downe.
And King Achab and Helyas.
The sals Prophetis distroyit hes,
And als the nobill Iosias,
Put all fals Prophetis downe.
The sals Prophetis distroyit hes,
And als the nobill Iosias,
Put all fals Prophetis downe.
Is thair na ma? quhy said I all?
Ȝit mony thowsand sall haue ane fall.
Quhilk haldis Christen men in thrall.
Princes sall put thame downe.
Ȝit mony thowsand sall haue ane fall.
Quhilk haldis Christen men in thrall.
Princes sall put thame downe.
Wald thay na mair Impunge the treuth,
Syne in thair office be nocht sleuth,
Than Christ on thame suld haue sic reuth,
That thay sall nocht cum downe.
Syne in thair office be nocht sleuth,
Than Christ on thame suld haue sic reuth,
That thay sall nocht cum downe.
I pray to God that thay aud we,
Obey his word in vnitie.
Throw Faith, wark, and be Cheritie{,}
And lat vs neuer cum downe.
Obey his word in vnitie.
Throw Faith, wark, and be Cheritie{,}
And lat vs neuer cum downe.
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[The Bischop of Hely brak his neck]
The Bischop of Hely brak his neck,
Disherist of his benefice,
Cause he the Preistis wald not correct
Corrupt and Goddis Sacrifice,
Sen our Hely in his office,
Is lyke in Preuaricatioun,
He sall ressaue sic lyke Iustice,
Mak he nocht reformatioun.
Disherist of his benefice,
Cause he the Preistis wald not correct
Corrupt and Goddis Sacrifice,
Sen our Hely in his office,
Is lyke in Preuaricatioun,
He sall ressaue sic lyke Iustice,
Mak he nocht reformatioun.
The Leuittis at thair awin hand,
Thay reft thair teind, and mekill mair,
Expres aganis Goddis command,
Thair buredome haitit he richt sair,
Thairfoir God send thame sic cruell weir,
Thay tint the feild the Ark was tane.
Hely fell downe throw suddand feir,
And brak his neck, and coller bane.
Thay reft thair teind, and mekill mair,
Expres aganis Goddis command,
Thair buredome haitit he richt sair,
Thairfoir God send thame sic cruell weir,
Thay tint the feild the Ark was tane.
Hely fell downe throw suddand feir,
And brak his neck, and coller bane.
Ophni and Phenis, ȝour conscience remord,
Amend ȝour lyfe, or in the feild,
Ȝe salbe slaine, and ȝe my Lord,
Quhilk hes the wyte that thay ar keild,
Helis Iugement salbe ȝour beild,
And als ȝour mortall Ennemeis.
Sall bruke withouttin speir or scheild,
Ȝour office euin before ȝour eyis.
Amend ȝour lyfe, or in the feild,
Ȝe salbe slaine, and ȝe my Lord,
Quhilk hes the wyte that thay ar keild,
Helis Iugement salbe ȝour beild,
And als ȝour mortall Ennemeis.
Sall bruke withouttin speir or scheild,
Ȝour office euin before ȝour eyis.
For ȝour abuse may be ane brother,
To Tharis als lyke in similitude,
As euer ane eg was lyke ane vther
Of Goddis word baith destitude.
And greit God of Sanctitude,
Quhais power hes nocht tane ane end.
Sall send with that same fortitude{,}
Siclyke to ȝow except ȝe mend.
To Tharis als lyke in similitude,
As euer ane eg was lyke ane vther
Of Goddis word baith destitude.
And greit God of Sanctitude,
Quhais power hes nocht tane ane end.
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Siclyke to ȝow except ȝe mend.
All the exempillis of the Law,
Ar writtin with greit diligence,
For our saikis, that me stand aw,
Of Goddis hie Magnificence,
Of this we haue experience,
Of diuers Natiounis, round about,
For Inglis Prelatis Duche, and Dence,
For thair abuse ar rutit out.
Ar writtin with greit diligence,
For our saikis, that me stand aw,
Of Goddis hie Magnificence,
Of this we haue experience,
Of diuers Natiounis, round about,
For Inglis Prelatis Duche, and Dence,
For thair abuse ar rutit out.
Reforme in tyme, leue ȝour tyrannie,
First mend ȝour lyfe, syne leirne to preiche,
Thocht wage our Freiris faine wald lie,
The treuth will furth, and will nocht leiche,
For euerie man dois vther teiche,
And countis nocht ȝour crueltie,
Except ȝe mend, I will nocht fleiche,
Ȝe sall end all mischeuouslie.
First mend ȝour lyfe, syne leirne to preiche,
Thocht wage our Freiris faine wald lie,
The treuth will furth, and will nocht leiche,
For euerie man dois vther teiche,
And countis nocht ȝour crueltie,
Except ȝe mend, I will nocht fleiche,
Ȝe sall end all mischeuouslie.
FINIS.
[I am wo for thir wolfis sa wylde]
I am wo for thir wolfis sa wylde,
Quhilk neuer will conuert,
Thair fals indurit hart,
Sa lang the warld thay haue begylde,
And baneist vs from Iesus Christ.
Quhilk neuer will conuert,
Thair fals indurit hart,
Sa lang the warld thay haue begylde,
And baneist vs from Iesus Christ.
Greit cause thay haue for till repent,
Ȝit will thay nocht do so,
Nowther for weill nor wo,
Thair blindit mynde can nocht consent,
That we ar onlie sauit be Christ.
Ȝit will thay nocht do so,
Nowther for weill nor wo,
Thair blindit mynde can nocht consent,
That we ar onlie sauit be Christ.
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Thair subtill slychtis, now ar spyit,
Be Christ the veritie:
Thair fals Hypocresie,
Throw all the warld, is now outtryit.
Quhairwith thay baneist vs fra Christ.
Be Christ the veritie:
Thair fals Hypocresie,
Throw all the warld, is now outtryit.
Quhairwith thay baneist vs fra Christ.
Thay brint, and heryit Christen men,
And flemit thame full far.
And said thay did bot erre.
That spak of the Commandementis ten,
Or red the word of Iesus Christ.
And flemit thame full far.
And said thay did bot erre.
That spak of the Commandementis ten,
Or red the word of Iesus Christ.
Heretykis thay did vs call,
Cursand vs nicht and day,
The treuth durst na man say.
Trew Preichouris war forbiddin all{,}
To schaw the word of Iesus Christ.
Cursand vs nicht and day,
The treuth durst na man say.
Trew Preichouris war forbiddin all{,}
To schaw the word of Iesus Christ.
Thay baneist thame in vncouth land,
Full mony hunder myle,
Quhair thay in thair exile.
Leirnit better till vnderstand,
The trew word of Iesus Christ,
Full mony hunder myle,
Quhair thay in thair exile.
Leirnit better till vnderstand,
The trew word of Iesus Christ,
Nobill Lordis of greit renowne,
That fauouris the treuth,
On ȝour Saulis haue reuth,
And put thir Antichristis downe,
Quhilk wald suppres the word of Christ,
That fauouris the treuth,
On ȝour Saulis haue reuth,
And put thir Antichristis downe,
Quhilk wald suppres the word of Christ,
Under cullour of commounweill,
Thair cloikit subteltie,
And with greit crueltie,
Efter thay think to slay and keill,
All that confes the word of Christ.
Thair cloikit subteltie,
And with greit crueltie,
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All that confes the word of Christ.
For sa thay think to bleir ȝour E,
And syne at ȝow to hount,
And do as thay war wount,
And will exerce thair Tyrannie
On ȝow, and all that luiffis Christ.
And syne at ȝow to hount,
And do as thay war wount,
And will exerce thair Tyrannie
On ȝow, and all that luiffis Christ.
Scotland was neuer, in harder case,
Sen Fergus first it wan,
The Preistis we may sair ban:
Quhilk hes the wyte, that brak the peace,
For to put downe the word of Christ.
Sen Fergus first it wan,
The Preistis we may sair ban:
Quhilk hes the wyte, that brak the peace,
For to put downe the word of Christ.
Ane hundreth thousand thay wald se,
Ȝockit in till ane feild,
Under thair speir and scheild,
Bot with the wyfis thay wald be,
At hame to sinir the word of Christ.
Ȝockit in till ane feild,
Under thair speir and scheild,
Bot with the wyfis thay wald be,
At hame to sinir the word of Christ.
Defend na mair thir wolfis sa wylde,
Sa full of cruelnes,
Thair clolkit halynes,
Baith men and wyfis, sa lang hes sylde,
And ar the verray Antichristis.
Sa full of cruelnes,
Thair clolkit halynes,
Baith men and wyfis, sa lang hes sylde,
And ar the verray Antichristis.
FINIS.
[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,
Fatheris of haly Kirk this xv. hunder ȝeir.
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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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.
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.
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.
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.
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)
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.
Ȝit sall the pepill be tormentit lyke tykis,
And neuer depart from Egypt (giue we may)
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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.
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.
[Of the fals fyre of Purgatorie]
Of the fals fyre of Purgatorie,
Is nocht left in ane sponk:
Thairfoir sayis, Gedde, wayis me,
Gone is Preist, Freir, and Monk.
Is nocht left in ane sponk:
Thairfoir sayis, Gedde, wayis me,
Gone is Preist, Freir, and Monk.
The reik sa wounder deir thay solde,
For money gold, and landis,
Quhill haue the riches on the molde,
Is seasit in thair handis.
For money gold, and landis,
Quhill haue the riches on the molde,
Is seasit in thair handis.
Thay knew na thing bot couetice,
And lufe of Paramonris:
And lat the Saulis burne and his
Of all thair Foundatouris.
And lufe of Paramonris:
And lat the Saulis burne and his
Of all thair Foundatouris.
At Corpspresence thay wald sing,
For ryches, to slokkin the syre:
Bot all pure folk that had na thing
Was skaldit baine and lyre.
For ryches, to slokkin the syre:
Bot all pure folk that had na thing
Was skaldit baine and lyre.
Ȝit sat thay heich in Parliament,
Lyke Lordis of greit renowne:
Quhill now that the new Testament
Hes it and thame brocht downe.
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Quhill now that the new Testament
Hes it and thame brocht downe.
And thocht thay fuffe at it, and blaw,
Ay quhill thair bellyis ryue:
The mair thay blaw, full weill thay knaw,
The mair it dois misthryue.
Ay quhill thair bellyis ryue:
The mair thay blaw, full weill thay knaw,
The mair it dois misthryue.
FINIS.
[Wo is the Hirdis of Israell]
Wo is the Hirdis of Israell,
That feidis nocht Christis flock.
Bot daintelie thay feid thaine self,
Syne dois the pepill mock.
That feidis nocht Christis flock.
Bot daintelie thay feid thaine self,
Syne dois the pepill mock.
The syllie scheip was all forlorne,
And was the wo{l}fis pray:
The hirdis reindit all the corne,
The scheip culd get na stray.
And was the wo{l}fis pray:
The hirdis reindit all the corne,
The scheip culd get na stray.
Thay gadderit vp baith woll and milk,
And tuke na mair cure,
Bot cled thame with the coistlie sylk,
And siclyke cled thair hure.
And tuke na mair cure,
Bot cled thame with the coistlie sylk,
And siclyke cled thair hure.
Thairfoir sayis God, I will requyre
My scheip furth of thair handis:
And giue thame hirdis at my desyre,
To teiche thame my commandis.
My scheip furth of thair handis:
And giue thame hirdis at my desyre,
To teiche thame my commandis.
And thay sall nouther feid them self,
Nor ȝit hounger my scheip:
I sall them from my Kirk expell,
And geue thame swyne to keip.
Nor ȝit hounger my scheip:
I sall them from my Kirk expell,
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FINIS.
[God send euerie Preist ane wyfe]
God send euerie Preist ane wyfe,
And euerie Nunne ane man,
That thay micht leue that haly lyfe,
As first the Kirk began.
And euerie Nunne ane man,
That thay micht leue that haly lyfe,
As first the Kirk began.
Sanct Peter, quhome nane can reprufe,
His lyfe in Mariage led,
All gude Preistis quhome God did lufe,
Thair maryit wyfis had.
His lyfe in Mariage led,
All gude Preistis quhome God did lufe,
Thair maryit wyfis had.
Greit cause than, I grant had thay,
Fra wyfis to refraine:
Bot greiter causis haue thay may,
Now wyfis to wed againe.
Fra wyfis to refraine:
Bot greiter causis haue thay may,
Now wyfis to wed againe.
For than suld nocht sa mony hure
Be vp and downe this land:
Nor ȝit sa mony beggeris pure,
In Kirk and mercat stand.
Be vp and downe this land:
Nor ȝit sa mony beggeris pure,
In Kirk and mercat stand.
And nocht sa mekill bastard seid,
Throw out this cuntrie sawin,
Nor gude men, vncouth fry suld feid,
And all the suith war knawin.
Throw out this cuntrie sawin,
Nor gude men, vncouth fry suld feid,
And all the suith war knawin.
Sen Christis law and commoun law,
And Douctouris will admit,
That Preistis in that ȝock suld [illeg.],
Quha dar say contrair it.
And Douctouris will admit,
That Preistis in that ȝock suld [illeg.],
Quha dar say contrair it.
FINIS.
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[The wind blawis cauld, furious and bauld]
The wind blawis cauld, furious and bauld,
This lang and mony day:
But Christis mercy, we man all die,
Or keip the cauld wind away.
This lang and mony day:
But Christis mercy, we man all die,
Or keip the cauld wind away.
This wind sa keine, that I of meine,
It is the ryte of auld,
Our faith is inclusit, and plainelie abusit,
This wind hes blawin to cauld.
It is the ryte of auld,
Our faith is inclusit, and plainelie abusit,
This wind hes blawin to cauld.
This wind hes blawin lang, the pepill amang
And blindit hes thair wit,
The Ignorant pepill, sa lawit bene and febill,
That thay wat nocht quhome to wyte.
And blindit hes thair wit,
The Ignorant pepill, sa lawit bene and febill,
That thay wat nocht quhome to wyte.
Goddis word and lawis, ye pepill misknawis
Na credence hes the Scripture:
Quha the suith dois infer Preistis say thay erre
Sic bene thair busie cure.
Na credence hes the Scripture:
Quha the suith dois infer Preistis say thay erre
Sic bene thair busie cure.
Quha dois present, the new Testament,
Quhilk is our Faith surelie,
Preistis callis him lyke. ane Heretyke,
And sayis brunt sall he be.
Quhilk is our Faith surelie,
Preistis callis him lyke. ane Heretyke,
And sayis brunt sall he be.
This cryis on hie, the Spiritualitie,
As nane thame suld defy:
Bot thair Illusioun, and fals abusioun.
The pepill dois now espy.
As nane thame suld defy:
Bot thair Illusioun, and fals abusioun.
The pepill dois now espy.
Quhome suld we wyte, of this dispyte,
That hid fra vs goddis Law,
Bot Preistis and clerkis, and thair euill warkis
Quhilk dois thair God misknaw.
That hid fra vs goddis Law,
Bot Preistis and clerkis, and thair euill warkis
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Thair greit extortioun, and plaine oppressioū,
Ascendis in the air:
Without God puneis, thair cruell vyce,
This warld sall all forfair.
Ascendis in the air:
Without God puneis, thair cruell vyce,
This warld sall all forfair.
The theif Iudas, did greit trespas,
That Christ for siluer, sauld:
Bot Preistis will tak, and his pryce mak.
For les be mony fauld.
That Christ for siluer, sauld:
Bot Preistis will tak, and his pryce mak.
For les be mony fauld.
With wrang absolutioūs, & desaitfull pardonis
For lucre to thame geuin,
Thay blind vs now, and garris vs trow,
Sic will bring vs till heuin.
For lucre to thame geuin,
Thay blind vs now, and garris vs trow,
Sic will bring vs till heuin.
Giue eirdlie pardonis, micht be our Saluatiounis,
Than Christ deit in vaine,
Giue geir micht by, Goddis greit mercy,
Than fals is the Scripture plaine.
Than Christ deit in vaine,
Giue geir micht by, Goddis greit mercy,
Than fals is the Scripture plaine.
Syne for our schoir, he deit thairfoir,
And tholit pane for our mis:
Is nane bot he, that may surelie,
Bring vs to heuinnis blis,
And tholit pane for our mis:
Is nane bot he, that may surelie,
Bring vs to heuinnis blis,
Than be na way, se that ȝe pray,
To Peter, Iames, nor Iohne,
Nor ȝit to Paule, to saue ȝour Saule
For power haue thay none.
To Peter, Iames, nor Iohne,
Nor ȝit to Paule, to saue ȝour Saule
For power haue thay none.
Saue Christ onlie, that deit on tre,
He may baith louse and bind?
In vtheris mo, geue ȝe traist so,
On ȝow blawis cauld the wind.
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In vtheris mo, geue ȝe traist so,
On ȝow blawis cauld the wind.
Now se ȝe pray, baith nicht and daylcub;,}
To Christ that bocht vs deir:
For on the Rude, he sched his blude,
To saue our Saulis but weir.
To Christ that bocht vs deir:
For on the Rude, he sched his blude,
To saue our Saulis but weir.
FINIS.
[Hay now the day dallis]
Hay now the day dallis,
Now Christ on vs callis,
Now welth on our wallis,
Apperis anone:
Now the word of God Regnis,
Quhilk is King of all Kingis.
Now Christis flock singis,
The nicht is neir gone.
Now Christ on vs callis,
Now welth on our wallis,
Apperis anone:
Now the word of God Regnis,
Quhilk is King of all Kingis.
Now Christis flock singis,
The nicht is neir gone.
Wo be vnto ȝow Hypocritis,
That on the Lord sa loudlie leis,
And all for to fill ȝour foule belleis.
Ȝe ar nocht of Christis blude nor bone.
For ȝe preiche ȝour awin dremis,
And sa the word of God Blasphemis,
God wat sa weill it semis,
The nicht is neir gone.
That on the Lord sa loudlie leis,
And all for to fill ȝour foule belleis.
Ȝe ar nocht of Christis blude nor bone.
For ȝe preiche ȝour awin dremis,
And sa the word of God Blasphemis,
God wat sa weill it semis,
The nicht is neir gone.
Wo be to ȝow Pharesians,
That Regnis ȝit lyke hir Capitanis
And baldis Christis men in mony panis.
Richt cairfull is thair mone:
I traist till God ȝe sall {l}eir by it,
Becaus ȝour falset is now spyit,
And all Christin men sall cryit,
The nicht is neir gone.
That Regnis ȝit lyke hir Capitanis
And baldis Christis men in mony panis.
Richt cairfull is thair mone:
I traist till God ȝe sall {l}eir by it,
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And all Christin men sall cryit,
The nicht is neir gone.
Wo be to ȝow Paip and Cardinall,
I traist to God ȝe sall get ane fall.
With Monkis, Preistis, and Freiris all
That traistis nocht in God allone:
For all ȝour greit Pomp and pryde.
The word of God ȝe sall nocht hyde,
Nor ȝit till vs na mair be gyde,
The nicht is neir gone.
I traist to God ȝe sall get ane fall.
With Monkis, Preistis, and Freiris all
That traistis nocht in God allone:
For all ȝour greit Pomp and pryde.
The word of God ȝe sall nocht hyde,
Nor ȝit till vs na mair be gyde,
The nicht is neir gone.
Ȝe gart vs trow in stock and stone,
That thay wald help mony one,
And nocht till traist in God allone,
I say ȝe leit euerie one:
I war Sanct Peter, nor Sanct Paule,
Nor ȝit na Sanct can saif ȝour Saule,
Thocht mony lesingis mak mony braull,
The nicht is neir gone.
That thay wald help mony one,
And nocht till traist in God allone,
I say ȝe leit euerie one:
I war Sanct Peter, nor Sanct Paule,
Nor ȝit na Sanct can saif ȝour Saule,
Thocht mony lesingis mak mony braull,
The nicht is neir gone.
Ȝe serue to strickin be with roddis,
Because of Idolis ȝe mak Goddis,
For all ȝour Ioukis and ȝour noddis,
Ȝour hartis is hard as ony stone.
Ȝe will nocht leif ȝour Hypocrisie
Bot ȝour desyris is ay for to lie,
And the Feind away with ȝow wald flie,
The nicht is neir gone.
Because of Idolis ȝe mak Goddis,
For all ȝour Ioukis and ȝour noddis,
Ȝour hartis is hard as ony stone.
Ȝe will nocht leif ȝour Hypocrisie
Bot ȝour desyris is ay for to lie,
And the Feind away with ȝow wald flie,
The nicht is neir gone.
Ȝe begylit vs with ȝour undis,
Schawand ȝour relykis and ȝour ruddis,
To pluk fra vs pure men our gudis,
Ȝe schaw vs the heid of Sanct Iohne,
With the arme of Sanct Geill,
To rottin banis ȝe gart vs kneill,
And sauit vs from neck to heill,
The nicht is neir gone.
Schawand ȝour relykis and ȝour ruddis,
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Ȝe schaw vs the heid of Sanct Iohne,
With the arme of Sanct Geill,
To rottin banis ȝe gart vs kneill,
And sauit vs from neck to heill,
The nicht is neir gone.
Requiem eternam fast thay patter,
Befoir the deid with haly watter,
The lawit folkis trowis the heuin will clatter
Thay sing with sic deuotioun.
Ȝe say that Saule ȝe sall gar sanct,
Bot and the money war neuer sa scant,
Ane penny of ȝont wage ȝe will nocht want,
The nicht is ueir gone.
Befoir the deid with haly watter,
The lawit folkis trowis the heuin will clatter
Thay sing with sic deuotioun.
Ȝe say that Saule ȝe sall gar sanct,
Bot and the money war neuer sa scant,
Ane penny of ȝont wage ȝe will nocht want,
The nicht is ueir gone.
Syne to ȝow we mon offer,
Pundis and penneis furth of our Loffer
And lay it downe vpon the Alter
For the deid of that one.
Anime omnium ȝe will say,
Syne cast the Corps into the clay
Than haue ȝe done all that ȝe may
Now the nicht is neir gone.
Pundis and penneis furth of our Loffer
And lay it downe vpon the Alter
For the deid of that one.
Anime omnium ȝe will say,
Syne cast the Corps into the clay
Than haue ȝe done all that ȝe may
Now the nicht is neir gone.
FINIS.
[Preistis Christ beleue]
Preistis Christ beleue,
And onlie traist into his blude,
And not into ȝour warkis gude,
As plainely Paull can preue.
And onlie traist into his blude,
And not into ȝour warkis gude,
As plainely Paull can preue.
Preistis leirne to preiche
And put away ȝour Ignorance,
Prais onlie God his word auance,
And Christis pepill teiche.
And put away ȝour Ignorance,
Prais onlie God his word auance,
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Preistis cut ȝour gowne,
Ȝour nukit bonet put away
And cut ȝour tippet into tway.
Go preiche from towne to towne.
Ȝour nukit bonet put away
And cut ȝour tippet into tway.
Go preiche from towne to towne.
Preistis tak ȝour staffe,
And preiche the Euangell on ȝour feit,
And set on Sandellis full meit,
Bot cast ȝour Pantounis of.
And preiche the Euangell on ȝour feit,
And set on Sandellis full meit,
Bot cast ȝour Pantounis of.
Preistis heip na gold
Siluer nor cunȝe in ȝour purs.
Nor ȝit twa coitis with ȝow turs
Bot schone to keip ȝow from cold.
Siluer nor cunȝe in ȝour purs.
Nor ȝit twa coitis with ȝow turs
Bot schone to keip ȝow from cold.
Preistis thoill to preiche,
Sen ȝe ȝour selfis can preiche nathing
Or we ȝour brawling downe sall bring
And na mair with ȝow fleiche.
Sen ȝe ȝour selfis can preiche nathing
Or we ȝour brawling downe sall bring
And na mair with ȝow fleiche.
Preistis tak na teind,
Except the word of God ȝe schaw
Thocht ȝe alledge ȝour vse and Law,
It is nocht as ȝe weind.
Except the word of God ȝe schaw
Thocht ȝe alledge ȝour vse and Law,
It is nocht as ȝe weind.
Preistis tak na Kyis
The vmest claith ȝe sall quyteclame,
Fra sex pure barnis with thair dame,
Auengeance on ȝow cryis.
The vmest claith ȝe sall quyteclame,
Fra sex pure barnis with thair dame,
Auengeance on ȝow cryis.
Preistis burne no mo,
Of wrang delatioun ȝe may byre,
And fals witnes na mair Inquyre
And let abiuring go.
Of wrang delatioun ȝe may byre,
And fals witnes na mair Inquyre
And let abiuring go.
Preistis all and sum
Suld call ane counsell generall,
And dres all thingis Spirituall
Bot thair thay will not cum.
Suld call ane counsell generall,
And dres all thingis Spirituall
Bot thair thay will not cum.
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Preistis reid and wryte.
And ȝour fals Cannoun law lat be
Quhair Papis contrair Scripturis lie,
And contrair doctouris dyte.
And ȝour fals Cannoun law lat be
Quhair Papis contrair Scripturis lie,
And contrair doctouris dyte.
Preistis pryde ȝow nocht.
Quhat ȝour counsellis hes conclude,
Contrair the writ and Christis blude,
The quhilk sa deir vs bocht:
Quhat ȝour counsellis hes conclude,
Contrair the writ and Christis blude,
The quhilk sa deir vs bocht:
Preistis curs no moir,
And now ȝour hartis na mair indure,
Bot on ȝour flockis tak cure:
Or God sall curse ȝow soir.
And now ȝour hartis na mair indure,
Bot on ȝour flockis tak cure:
Or God sall curse ȝow soir.
Preistis leif ȝour pryde,
Ȝour skarlat and ȝour veluote soft,
Ȝour hors and mulis coistlie cost,
And Iakmen be ȝour syde.
Ȝour skarlat and ȝour veluote soft,
Ȝour hors and mulis coistlie cost,
And Iakmen be ȝour syde.
Preistis sober be,
And fecht not, nonther boist nor schoir,
Misreule the Realme and court no moir.
And to ȝour Kirkis fle.
And fecht not, nonther boist nor schoir,
Misreule the Realme and court no moir.
And to ȝour Kirkis fle.
Preistis mend ȝour lyfe,
And leif ȝour foule Sensualitie,
And vylde stinkand chaistitie,
Ane ilk ane wed ane wyfe.
And leif ȝour foule Sensualitie,
And vylde stinkand chaistitie,
Ane ilk ane wed ane wyfe.
Preistis pray na mair,
To Sanct Anthone to saue thy sow,
Nor to Sanct Bryde to keip thy cow,
That greuis God richt sair.
To Sanct Anthone to saue thy sow,
Nor to Sanct Bryde to keip thy cow,
That greuis God richt sair.
Preistis worship God,
And put away ȝour Imagerie,
Ȝour Pardonis and fraternitie,
To hell the way and rod.
And put away ȝour Imagerie,
Ȝour Pardonis and fraternitie,
To hell the way and rod.
Preistis sell na Mes,
Bot minister that Sacrament.
As Christ in the new Testament,
Commandit ȝow expres.
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As Christ in the new Testament,
Commandit ȝow expres.
Preistis put away,
Ȝour paintit fyre of Purgatorie,
The ground of ȝour Idolatrie,
It is neir domisday.
Ȝour paintit fyre of Purgatorie,
The ground of ȝour Idolatrie,
It is neir domisday.
Preistis change ȝour tone,
And sing in to ȝour mother tung,
Inglis Psalmes and ȝe impunge,
Ȝe will dyne efter none.
And sing in to ȝour mother tung,
Inglis Psalmes and ȝe impunge,
Ȝe will dyne efter none.
Preistis preis ȝow men,
And now defend ȝour libertie,
For France and for ȝour dignitie,
Ȝe brak the peace ȝe ken.
And now defend ȝour libertie,
For France and for ȝour dignitie,
Ȝe brak the peace ȝe ken.
Preistis now confes,
How ȝe sa lang did vs begyle{,}
With mony haly bellie wyle,
To leue in Idilnes.
How ȝe sa lang did vs begyle{,}
With mony haly bellie wyle,
To leue in Idilnes.
Preistis I ȝow exhort,
Ȝour office to do perfyte,
For I say nathing in dispyte,
Sa God mot me support.
Ȝour office to do perfyte,
For I say nathing in dispyte,
Sa God mot me support.
FINIS.
Till our gude man, till our gude man, Keip faith and lufe till our gude man.
For our gude man in heuin dois Ring
In gloir and blis without ending
Quhair Angellis singis ener Osan
In laude and prais of our gude man.
In gloir and blis without ending
Quhair Angellis singis ener Osan
In laude and prais of our gude man.
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Our gude man desyris thre thingis
Ane hart quhair fra contritioun springis,
Syne lufe him best, our Saullis that wan,
Quhen we war loist fra our gude man.
Ane hart quhair fra contritioun springis,
Syne lufe him best, our Saullis that wan,
Quhen we war loist fra our gude man.
And our gude man that euer was kynde,
Requyris of vs ane faithfull mynde
Syne cheritabill be with euerie clan,
For lufe only of our gude man.
Requyris of vs ane faithfull mynde
Syne cheritabill be with euerie clan,
For lufe only of our gude man.
Ȝit our gude man requyris moir
To giue na creature his gloir,
And gif we do, do quhat we can
We sall be loist fra our gude man.
To giue na creature his gloir,
And gif we do, do quhat we can
We sall be loist fra our gude man.
And our gude man he promeist sure,
To euerie faithfull Creature
His greit mercy that now or than
Will call for grace at our gude man.
To euerie faithfull Creature
His greit mercy that now or than
Will call for grace at our gude man.
Adame that our foirfather was,
He loist vs all for his trespas
Quhais brukkill banis we may sair ban
That gart vs lois our awin gude man.
He loist vs all for his trespas
Quhais brukkill banis we may sair ban
That gart vs lois our awin gude man.
Ȝit our gude man gracious and gude,
For our Saluatioun sohed his blude,
Upon the Croce quhair thair began
The mercyfulnes of our gude man.
For our Saluatioun sohed his blude,
Upon the Croce quhair thair began
The mercyfulnes of our gude man.
This is the blude did vs refresche,
This is the blude that mon vs wesche,
The blude that from his hart furth ran
Maid vs fre airis till our gude man.
This is the blude that mon vs wesche,
The blude that from his hart furth ran
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Now let vs pray baith day and hour
Till Christ our onlie Mediatour,
Till saue vs on the day that quhen
We sall be Iudgeit be our gude man.
Till Christ our onlie Mediatour,
Till saue vs on the day that quhen
We sall be Iudgeit be our gude man.
FINIS.
[Remember man, remember man]
Remember man, remember man,
That I thy Saull from Sathan wan,
And hes done for the that I can
Thow art full deir to me.
Is, was, nor sall be none
That may the saue, bot I alone,
Onlie thairfoir beleue me on
And thow sall neuer die,
That I thy Saull from Sathan wan,
And hes done for the that I can
Thow art full deir to me.
Is, was, nor sall be none
That may the saue, bot I alone,
Onlie thairfoir beleue me on
And thow sall neuer die,
Wolfis quhome of my Euangelistis wryte
And Paull and Peter did of dyte,
Allace haue ȝow dissauit quyte,
With fals Hypocrasie.
My new Testament plaine and gude,
For quhilk I sched my precious blude,
Ȝour only hope and Saullis fude
Thay hald for Herisie.
And Paull and Peter did of dyte,
Allace haue ȝow dissauit quyte,
With fals Hypocrasie.
My new Testament plaine and gude,
For quhilk I sched my precious blude,
Ȝour only hope and Saullis fude
Thay hald for Herisie.
And hes set vp thair fals doctrine,
For Couetise, in steid of mine,
With fyre and sword defendis it fyne,
Contrair my word and me.
The Antichrist is cummin but dout
And hes ȝow trappit round about
Furth of his gyrne thairfoir cum out
Gif ȝe wald sauit be.
For Couetise, in steid of mine,
With fyre and sword defendis it fyne,
Contrair my word and me.
The Antichrist is cummin but dout
And hes ȝow trappit round about
Furth of his gyrne thairfoir cum out
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His Pilgramage and Purgatorie
His worschipping of Imagerie
His Pardounis and fraternitie
With ȝeill and gude Intent
The quhisperit sinnis callit eir Confessioun
With his Preistis mummillit absolutioun
And mony vther fals abusioun
The Paip hes done Inuent.
His worschipping of Imagerie
His Pardounis and fraternitie
With ȝeill and gude Intent
The quhisperit sinnis callit eir Confessioun
With his Preistis mummillit absolutioun
And mony vther fals abusioun
The Paip hes done Inuent.
With Messis sauld be Preist, and Freir{,}
For land and money wounder deir,
Quhilk is the ground stane of thair queir,
And rute of all thair pryde,
His Pater nosteris, bocht and sauld,
His numerat aueis, and Psalmes tauld,
Quhilk my new Testament, nor my auld,
On na wayis can abyde.
For land and money wounder deir,
Quhilk is the ground stane of thair queir,
And rute of all thair pryde,
His Pater nosteris, bocht and sauld,
His numerat aueis, and Psalmes tauld,
Quhilk my new Testament, nor my auld,
On na wayis can abyde.
Thair half hag matines, fast thay patter,
Thay geue ȝow breid, and sellis ȝow watter,
His cursingis on ȝow als thay clatter,
Thocht thay can {harm} ȝow nocht,
Giue ȝe will geue thame Caip? or Bell,
The clink thairof thay will ȝow sell,
Suppose the Saule suld ga to hell,
Ȝe get na thing vnbocht.
Thay geue ȝow breid, and sellis ȝow watter,
His cursingis on ȝow als thay clatter,
Thocht thay can {harm} ȝow nocht,
Giue ȝe will geue thame Caip? or Bell,
The clink thairof thay will ȝow sell,
Suppose the Saule suld ga to hell,
Ȝe get na thing vnbocht.
Thay sell ȝow als the Sacramentis seuin,
Thay micht haue maid aswell aleuin
Few, or mony, od or euin,
Ȝour pursis for to pyke,
Wald thay let bot twa vsit be
Of Baptisme, and of my bodie,
As thay war institute be me,
Men wald thame better lyke.
Thay micht haue maid aswell aleuin
Few, or mony, od or euin,
Ȝour pursis for to pyke,
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Of Baptisme, and of my bodie,
As thay war institute be me,
Men wald thame better lyke.
Mariage is ane blissit band,
Quhilk I gaue man in my command,
To keip{,} bot thay my word withstand,
Ane Sacrament it maid.
Unto thair vther Sacramentis fyue,
Our Saluatioun thay ascryue,
Fra my trew faith ȝow for to dryue,
In vaine to mak my deid.
Quhilk I gaue man in my command,
To keip{,} bot thay my word withstand,
Ane Sacrament it maid.
Unto thair vther Sacramentis fyue,
Our Saluatioun thay ascryue,
Fra my trew faith ȝow for to dryue,
In vaine to mak my deid.
Thair tryflis all ar maid be men,
Quhilk my Gospell did neuer ken,
My Law and my commandementis ten,
Thay hid from mennis eine.
My new Testament thay wald keip downe,
Quhilk suld be preichit fra towne to towne,
Cause it wald cut thair lang tailis [illeg.]
And schaw thair lyues vnclene.
Quhilk my Gospell did neuer ken,
My Law and my commandementis ten,
Thay hid from mennis eine.
My new Testament thay wald keip downe,
Quhilk suld be preichit fra towne to towne,
Cause it wald cut thair lang tailis [illeg.]
And schaw thair lyues vnclene.
And now thay ar with dolour pynde,
And lyke to raige out of thair mynde,
Because fra thame ȝe ar declynde.
And will na lesingis heir.
Thairfoir thay mak sa greit vproir,
Contrair thy flock of Christis stoir,
Determit or thay will geue it ouer,
To fecht all into feir.
And lyke to raige out of thair mynde,
Because fra thame ȝe ar declynde.
And will na lesingis heir.
Thairfoir thay mak sa greit vproir,
Contrair thy flock of Christis stoir,
Determit or thay will geue it ouer,
To fecht all into feir.
Bot hald ȝow at my Testament fast{,}
And be na quhit of them agast
For I sall bring donn at the last,
Thair pryde and crueltie.
Than cleirly sall my word be schawin,
And all thair falset sall be knawin
That thay into all landis haue sawin
Be thair Idolatrie.
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For I sall bring donn at the last,
Thair pryde and crueltie.
Than cleirly sall my word be schawin,
And all thair falset sall be knawin
That thay into all landis haue sawin
Be thair Idolatrie.
And ȝe sall leue in rest and peace,
Instructit with my word of grace
For I the Antichrist deface
Sall, and trew Preicheouris send
Repent ȝour sin with all ȝour hart,
And with trew faith to me conuert,
And heuinly gloir sall be ȝour part
With me to bruik but end.
Instructit with my word of grace
For I the Antichrist deface
Sall, and trew Preicheouris send
Repent ȝour sin with all ȝour hart,
And with trew faith to me conuert,
And heuinly gloir sall be ȝour part
With me to bruik but end.
We pray the Iesus Christ our Lord,
Conforme our lyues to thy word
That we may liue with ane accord
In perfite Charitie.
And forgiue vs our sinfulnes,
And cleith vs with thy Richteousnes
Of thy fauour and gentilnes
We pray the that so be.
Conforme our lyues to thy word
That we may liue with ane accord
In perfite Charitie.
And forgiue vs our sinfulnes,
And cleith vs with thy Richteousnes
Of thy fauour and gentilnes
We pray the that so be.
FINIS.
[The Paip that Pagane full of pryde]
The Paip that Pagane full of pryde
He hes vs blindit lang,
For quhair the blind the blind dois gyde,
Na wonder thay ga wrang:
Lyke Prince and King he led the Ring
Of all Iniquitie,
Hay trix, tryme go trix, vnder the grene. &c.
He hes vs blindit lang,
For quhair the blind the blind dois gyde,
Na wonder thay ga wrang:
Lyke Prince and King he led the Ring
Of all Iniquitie,
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Bot his abhominatioun,
The Lord hes brocht to licht
His Popische pryde and thrinfald Crowne
Almaist hes loist thair micht.
His plak Pardounis ar bot Lardounis,
Of new found vanitie,
Hay trix, tryme go trix. &c.
The Lord hes brocht to licht
His Popische pryde and thrinfald Crowne
Almaist hes loist thair micht.
His plak Pardounis ar bot Lardounis,
Of new found vanitie,
Hay trix, tryme go trix. &c.
His Cardinallis hes caus to murne,
His Bischoppis borne aback:
His Abbottis gat ane vncouth turne
Quhen schauelingis went to sack,
With Burges wyfis thay led thair lyfis,
And fure better nor we,
Hay trix, tryme go trix. &c.
His Bischoppis borne aback:
His Abbottis gat ane vncouth turne
Quhen schauelingis went to sack,
With Burges wyfis thay led thair lyfis,
And fure better nor we,
Hay trix, tryme go trix. &c.
His Carmelites and Iacobinis,
His Dominiks had greit do
His Cordeleiris and Augustinis
Sanct Frances ordour to,
Thay sillie Freiris, mony ȝeiris,
With babling blerit our E,
Hay trix, tryme go trix. &c.
His Dominiks had greit do
His Cordeleiris and Augustinis
Sanct Frances ordour to,
Thay sillie Freiris, mony ȝeiris,
With babling blerit our E,
Hay trix, tryme go trix. &c.
The Sisteris gray, befoir this day,
Did crune within thair Cloister,
Thay feit ane Freir, thair keyis to beir,
The Feind ressaue the foster,
Syne in the mirk sa weill culd wirk
And {k}ittill thaine wantounlie,
Hay trix, tryme go trix. &c.
Did crune within thair Cloister,
Thay feit ane Freir, thair keyis to beir,
The Feind ressaue the foster,
Syne in the mirk sa weill culd wirk
And {k}ittill thaine wantounlie,
Hay trix, tryme go trix. &c.
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The blind Bischop, he culd docht preiche,
For playing with the ladis,
The syllie Freir behuffsit to fleiche,
For almous that he assis,
The Curat, his Creid, he culd nocht reid,
Schame fall the cumpanie,
Hay trix, try me go trix. &c.
For playing with the ladis,
The syllie Freir behuffsit to fleiche,
For almous that he assis,
The Curat, his Creid, he culd nocht reid,
Schame fall the cumpanie,
Hay trix, try me go trix. &c.
The Bischop wald nocht wed ane wyfe
The Abbote not persew ane,
Thinkand it was ane lustie lyfe.
Ilk day to haue ane new ane.
In euerie place, ane vncouth face,
His lust to satisfie,
Hay trix tryme go trix, &c.
The Abbote not persew ane,
Thinkand it was ane lustie lyfe.
Ilk day to haue ane new ane.
In euerie place, ane vncouth face,
His lust to satisfie,
Hay trix tryme go trix, &c.
The Persoun wald nocht haue ane hure.
Bot twa, and thay war bony,
The Uicar (thocht he was pure,)
Behuiffit to haue als mony,
The Parcis Preist, that brutall beist,
He polit thame priuelie,
Hay trix, tryme go trix. &c.
Bot twa, and thay war bony,
The Uicar (thocht he was pure,)
Behuiffit to haue als mony,
The Parcis Preist, that brutall beist,
He polit thame priuelie,
Hay trix, tryme go trix. &c.
Of Scotland well, the Freiris of Faill,
The lymmerie lang hes lestit.
The Monkis of Melros maid gude kaill,
On Frydayis quhen thay fastit,
The sillie Nunnis caist vp thair bunnis,
And heisit thair hippis on hie,
Hay trix, tryme go trix. &c.
The lymmerie lang hes lestit.
The Monkis of Melros maid gude kaill,
On Frydayis quhen thay fastit,
The sillie Nunnis caist vp thair bunnis,
And heisit thair hippis on hie,
Hay trix, tryme go trix. &c.
Of lait I saw thir lyminaris stand,
Lyke mad men at mischeif,
Thinking to get the vpper hand,
Thay luke efter releif,
Bot all in vaine, go tell thame plaine,
That day will neuer be,
Hay trix, tryme go trix, &c.
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Thinking to get the vpper hand,
Thay luke efter releif,
Bot all in vaine, go tell thame plaine,
That day will neuer be,
Hay trix, tryme go trix, &c.
O Iesus gif thay thocht greit glie,
To se Goddis word downe smorit,
The Congregatioun maid to flie,
Hypocresie restorit,
With Messis sung, and bellis rung,
To thair Idolatrie.
Marie God thank ȝow, we sall gar blank ȝow
Befoir that tyme trewlie.
To se Goddis word downe smorit,
The Congregatioun maid to flie,
Hypocresie restorit,
With Messis sung, and bellis rung,
To thair Idolatrie.
Marie God thank ȝow, we sall gar blank ȝow
Befoir that tyme trewlie.
FINIS.
[Say weill is, throuchlie a worthy gude thing]
Say weill is, throuchlie a worthy gude thing
Of say weill, greit vertew furth dois spring,
Say weill, from do weill, differis in leteer.
Say weill is gude, bot do weill is better.
Of say weill, greit vertew furth dois spring,
Say weill, from do weill, differis in leteer.
Say weill is gude, bot do weill is better.
Say weill is repute be man sum deale,
Bot do weill, onlie to God dois appeale,
Say weill sayis godlie, and dois mony please.
Bot do weill leuis godlie, & dois this warld ease
Bot do weill, onlie to God dois appeale,
Say weill sayis godlie, and dois mony please.
Bot do weill leuis godlie, & dois this warld ease
Say weill, mony vnto Goddis word cleuis,
Bot for laik of do weill, it quicklie leuis,
Bot gif say weil, & do weill war ioynit in a frame
All war done, all war won, gottin war the game
Bot for laik of do weill, it quicklie leuis,
Bot gif say weil, & do weill war ioynit in a frame
All war done, all war won, gottin war the game
Say weill, in danger of deith is cauld,
Do weill is harnest and woundrous bauld
Than say weill for fein sall trimbill and quaik
Do weill sall be Iocund and Ioly cheir mak.
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Than say weill for fein sall trimbill and quaik
Do weill sall be Iocund and Ioly cheir mak.
Say weill is slipper and makis mony wylis
Do weill is semely without ony gylis
Quhen say weill at sum tymes salbe brocht base,
Do weill sall tryumphe in euerie place.
Do weill is semely without ony gylis
Quhen say weill at sum tymes salbe brocht base,
Do weill sall tryumphe in euerie place.
Say weill to silence sum tyme is bound
Do weill is fre in euerie stound,
Say weill hes freindis baith heir and thair
Bot do weill is welcum euerie quhair.
Do weill is fre in euerie stound,
Say weill hes freindis baith heir and thair
Bot do weill is welcum euerie quhair.
Say weill mony things in hand dois tak,
Do weill ane end of them dois mak
Quhen say weill with mony is quyte downe cast,
Do weill is trustie and will stand fast.
Do weill ane end of them dois mak
Quhen say weill with mony is quyte downe cast,
Do weill is trustie and will stand fast.
Say weill him self will sum tyme auance,
Bot do weill dois nouther Iet nor paunce,
Bot do weill dois profite this warld moir
Then say weill and his, ane hundreth scoir.
Bot do weill dois nouther Iet nor paunce,
Bot do weill dois profite this warld moir
Then say weill and his, ane hundreth scoir.
Say weill in wordis is wondrous trick,
Bot do weill in deidis is nymbill and quick
Lord quick and trick togidder knit
And sa sall thay pype ane mirrie fit.
Bot do weill in deidis is nymbill and quick
Lord quick and trick togidder knit
And sa sall thay pype ane mirrie fit.
Say weill mony will, thay be sa kynde,
Bot do weill few will vnto thair freind:
May say weill than do weill, I tell ȝow in deid,
Bot do weill is mair honest in tyme of neid.
Bot do weill few will vnto thair freind:
May say weill than do weill, I tell ȝow in deid,
Bot do weill is mair honest in tyme of neid.
FINIS.
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[Knaw ȝe not God Omnipotent]
Knaw ȝe not God Omnipotent
He creat man and maid him fre,
Quhill he brak his commandement
And eit of the forbiddin tre
Had not that blissit barne bene borne
Sin to redres,
Lowreis ȝour lyues had bene forlorne
For all ȝour Mes.
He creat man and maid him fre,
Quhill he brak his commandement
And eit of the forbiddin tre
Had not that blissit barne bene borne
Sin to redres,
Lowreis ȝour lyues had bene forlorne
For all ȝour Mes.
Sen we war all to Sin maid sure,
Throw Adamis Inobedience:
(Saif Christ) thair was na Creature,
Maid Sacrifice for our offence,
Thair is na Sanct may saue ȝour Saull
Fra ȝe transgres,
Suppois Sanct Peter and Sanct Paull
Had baith said Mes.
Throw Adamis Inobedience:
(Saif Christ) thair was na Creature,
Maid Sacrifice for our offence,
Thair is na Sanct may saue ȝour Saull
Fra ȝe transgres,
Suppois Sanct Peter and Sanct Paull
Had baith said Mes.
Knawing thair is na Christ bot ane
Quhilk rent was on the Rude with roddis:
Quhy giue ȝe gloir to stock and stane
In worschipping of vther Goddis,
Thir Idoles that on Alteris standis,
Ar fenȝeitnes,
Ȝe gat not God amang ȝour handis,
Mumling ȝour Mes.
Quhilk rent was on the Rude with roddis:
Quhy giue ȝe gloir to stock and stane
In worschipping of vther Goddis,
Thir Idoles that on Alteris standis,
Ar fenȝeitnes,
Ȝe gat not God amang ȝour handis,
Mumling ȝour Mes.
And sen na Sanct ȝour Saull may saue,
Perchance ȝe will speir at me than:
How may the Paip thir Pardounis haue
With power baith of beist and man?
Throw nathing bot ane fenȝeit faith
For halynes.
Inuentit wayis to get thame graith,
Lyke as the Mes.
Perchance ȝe will speir at me than:
How may the Paip thir Pardounis haue
With power baith of beist and man?
Throw nathing bot ane fenȝeit faith
For halynes.
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Lyke as the Mes.
Of mariage ȝe maid ȝow quyte,
Thinking it thraldome to refraine:
Wanting of wyiffis is appetyte,
That curage micht incres againe.
Thay hony lippis ȝe did persew.
Grew gall I ges.
Thinking it was contritioun trew,
To dance ane Mes.
Thinking it thraldome to refraine:
Wanting of wyiffis is appetyte,
That curage micht incres againe.
Thay hony lippis ȝe did persew.
Grew gall I ges.
Thinking it was contritioun trew,
To dance ane Mes.
Giue God, was maid of bittis of breid,
Eit ȝe nocht ouklie sax or seuin,
As it had bene ane mortall feid,
Quhill ȝe had almaist heryit heuin,
Als nony Deuillis, ȝe man deuoir,
Quhill hell grow les.
Or doutles we dar nocht restoir,
Ȝow to ȝour Mes.
Eit ȝe nocht ouklie sax or seuin,
As it had bene ane mortall feid,
Quhill ȝe had almaist heryit heuin,
Als nony Deuillis, ȝe man deuoir,
Quhill hell grow les.
Or doutles we dar nocht restoir,
Ȝow to ȝour Mes.
Giue God be transubstantiall,
In breid with hoc est corpus meum,
Quhy war ȝe sa vnnaturall?
As tak him in ȝour teith and sla him,
Tripairtit and denydit him.
At ȝour dum dres.
Bot God knawis how ȝe gydit him.
Mumling ȝour Mes.
In breid with hoc est corpus meum,
Quhy war ȝe sa vnnaturall?
As tak him in ȝour teith and sla him,
Tripairtit and denydit him.
At ȝour dum dres.
Bot God knawis how ȝe gydit him.
Mumling ȝour Mes.
Ȝe partit with dame pouertie,
Tuke propertie to be ȝour wyfe:
Fra Charitie and Chastitie
With licharie ȝe led ȝour lyfe,
That raisit the mother of mischeif
Ȝour gredynes.
Beleuing ay to get releif
For saying Mes.
Tuke propertie to be ȝour wyfe:
Fra Charitie and Chastitie
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That raisit the mother of mischeif
Ȝour gredynes.
Beleuing ay to get releif
For saying Mes.
O wickit vaine Ueneriens{,}
Ȝe ar not Sanctis (thocht ȝe seme haly)
Proude poysonit Epecuriens,
Quhilk had na God bot ȝour awin bellie,
Beleue ȝe Lownis the Lord allowis
Ȝour Idilnes:
Lang or the sweit cum ouir ȝour browis
For saying Mes.
Ȝe ar not Sanctis (thocht ȝe seme haly)
Proude poysonit Epecuriens,
Quhilk had na God bot ȝour awin bellie,
Beleue ȝe Lownis the Lord allowis
Ȝour Idilnes:
Lang or the sweit cum ouir ȝour browis
For saying Mes.
Had not ȝour self begun the weiris,
Ȝour Stepillis had bene standand ȝit:
It was the flattering of ȝour Freiris
That euer gart Sanct Frances flit,
Ȝe grew sa Superstitious
In wickitnes
It gart vs grow Malitious,
Contrair ȝour Mes.
Ȝour Stepillis had bene standand ȝit:
It was the flattering of ȝour Freiris
That euer gart Sanct Frances flit,
Ȝe grew sa Superstitious
In wickitnes
It gart vs grow Malitious,
Contrair ȝour Mes.
Our Bischoppis ar degenerate
Thocht thay be mountit vpon Mulis:
With huredome clene effeminate
And Freiris oft tymes preuis fulis
For Dustifit and Bob at euin,
Do sa Incres
Hes dreuin sum of them to teine
For all thair Mes.
Thocht thay be mountit vpon Mulis:
With huredome clene effeminate
And Freiris oft tymes preuis fulis
For Dustifit and Bob at euin,
Do sa Incres
Hes dreuin sum of them to teine
For all thair Mes.
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Christ keip all faithfull Christianis
From peruerst pryde and Papistrie:
God grant thaine trew Intelligens,
Of his law, word, and veritie,
God grant thay may thair lyfe amend,
Syne blis posses,
Throw faith on Christ all that depend,
And nocht on Mes,
From peruerst pryde and Papistrie:
God grant thaine trew Intelligens,
Of his law, word, and veritie,
God grant thay may thair lyfe amend,
Syne blis posses,
Throw faith on Christ all that depend,
And nocht on Mes,
Sen Mes is na thing ellis to say,
Bot ane wickit Inuentioun,
Without authoritie, or stay,
Of Scripture or fundatioun,
Giue Kingis, wald Mes to Rome hence dryue,
With haistines,
Suld be the meane to haue belyue,
Ane end of mes.
Bot ane wickit Inuentioun,
Without authoritie, or stay,
Of Scripture or fundatioun,
Giue Kingis, wald Mes to Rome hence dryue,
With haistines,
Suld be the meane to haue belyue,
Ane end of mes.
FINIS.
[Was not Salomon the King]
Was not Salomon the King,
To miserie be wemen brocht:
Quhilk wisdome out of frame did bring
Till he maist wickitly had wrocht.
A thousand wemen he did keip,
Allace allace,
Quhilk drownit him in Sin sa deip,
As come to pas.
To miserie be wemen brocht:
Quhilk wisdome out of frame did bring
Till he maist wickitly had wrocht.
A thousand wemen he did keip,
Allace allace,
Quhilk drownit him in Sin sa deip,
As come to pas.
Was not Paris maist wickitlie
Be Uenus led to Helenis lust:
For quhilk sin and adulterie
The plagues of Troy war efter Iust:
The sturdie stormis he did Indure
Allace, allace,
His lustiug lyfe was nathing sure.
As come to pas.
Be Uenus led to Helenis lust:
For quhilk sin and adulterie
The plagues of Troy war efter Iust:
The sturdie stormis he did Indure
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His lustiug lyfe was nathing sure.
As come to pas.
Thocht Troylus Cressed did enioy,
As Paris Helene did lykewise:
Ȝit leuit he not lang in Troy.
Bot that Fortoun did him dispise,
Quha wald then wirk accordinglie
Allace, allace,
Sic plesure bringis Miserie
As come to pas.
As Paris Helene did lykewise:
Ȝit leuit he not lang in Troy.
Bot that Fortoun did him dispise,
Quha wald then wirk accordinglie
Allace, allace,
Sic plesure bringis Miserie
As come to pas.
Thocht Ouid fayne that Leander,
Aduenterit mekill his lufe to gaine:
Ȝit dois the Poet Menander,
Aduertise vs for to refraine,
For lusting lyfe is nathing stayed
Allace, allace,
Ilk man thairfoir may be afrayed
Quhilk is bot gras.
Aduenterit mekill his lufe to gaine:
Ȝit dois the Poet Menander,
Aduertise vs for to refraine,
For lusting lyfe is nathing stayed
Allace, allace,
Ilk man thairfoir may be afrayed
Quhilk is bot gras.
Quhat sall we say to Pyramus,
Sic wretchit wo did him assaill:
His end in deid was dolorns,
Quhen fulische frensie did preuaill
Quhat wise man wald his fact commend
Allace, allace,
Quhilk brocht his lyfe vnto ane end
As come to pas.
Sic wretchit wo did him assaill:
His end in deid was dolorns,
Quhen fulische frensie did preuaill
Quhat wise man wald his fact commend
Allace, allace,
Quhilk brocht his lyfe vnto ane end
As come to pas.
Thocht Hercules for Exionie,
A michtie Monster did subdew:
Ȝit endit he in miserie
Gif Poetis faining may be trew,
Disminsing mate Abderitus:
Allace, allace,
Ane deith sustenit meruellous
As come to pas.
A michtie Monster did subdew:
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Gif Poetis faining may be trew,
Disminsing mate Abderitus:
Allace, allace,
Ane deith sustenit meruellous
As come to pas.
Anaxaretus sum do say,
Entised Iphis outwardlie:
And than with drew hir lufe away
And he him self slew wilfullie
Traist the vntraistie quha that will:
Allace, allace,
For sic my self I will not kill
As his lufe was.
Entised Iphis outwardlie:
And than with drew hir lufe away
And he him self slew wilfullie
Traist the vntraistie quha that will:
Allace, allace,
For sic my self I will not kill
As his lufe was.
Thocht Iupiter transformit him.
Alcumena for to defile:
The fenȝeit Goodis thay scornit him,
For lyke offence within a quhyle,
For quhen he lay in Uenus lap:
Allace allace,
Uulcanus tuke him in ane trap,
As come to pas.
Alcumena for to defile:
The fenȝeit Goodis thay scornit him,
For lyke offence within a quhyle,
For quhen he lay in Uenus lap:
Allace allace,
Uulcanus tuke him in ane trap,
As come to pas.
Thus bewtie breidis bitternes,
And bringis baill to mony men:
Quha is led be wilfulnes,
Sall feill the force of bewtie then:
For sum being taken in the traine:
Allace allace,
Ar led to penurie and paine.
As come to pas.
And bringis baill to mony men:
Quha is led be wilfulnes,
Sall feill the force of bewtie then:
For sum being taken in the traine:
Allace allace,
Ar led to penurie and paine.
As come to pas.
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Thocht Cato Prince of prudent price{,}
In welthie stait did lang remaine,
Ȝit be the chance of Fortounis dice,
Mekill miserie he did sustaine.
His weddit wyfe did wirk him wo,
Allace allace,
Mekill mair thir beistis quhilk cum and go,
Pas and repas.
In welthie stait did lang remaine,
Ȝit be the chance of Fortounis dice,
Mekill miserie he did sustaine.
His weddit wyfe did wirk him wo,
Allace allace,
Mekill mair thir beistis quhilk cum and go,
Pas and repas.
Tiberius the Empriour,
Be his wyffis greit adulterie:
Loste his pompe and puissant power,
Ending his lyfe in miserie.
Cheis weill thairfoir leist ȝe do say:
Allace allace,
Lat thir and vther at this dap.
Be as thy glas.
Be his wyffis greit adulterie:
Loste his pompe and puissant power,
Ending his lyfe in miserie.
Cheis weill thairfoir leist ȝe do say:
Allace allace,
Lat thir and vther at this dap.
Be as thy glas.
Althocht Marcus Antonius.
Was sene in Cosmographia:
Ȝit was his end maist dolorus,
Be that fals harlot Faustina,
Tak heid thairfoir of this be war.
Allace allace,
Be thow not snaird in Uenus snair:
In ony case.
Was sene in Cosmographia:
Ȝit was his end maist dolorus,
Be that fals harlot Faustina,
Tak heid thairfoir of this be war.
Allace allace,
Be thow not snaird in Uenus snair:
In ony case.
Althocht Sextus Tarquinius,
Defylit chaist Lucresia,
He and his Father Superbus,
From Rome war banischit away.
A Iust rewaird for sit offence:
Allace allace,
Lyke punischement for lyke offence
Oft cummis to pas.
Defylit chaist Lucresia,
He and his Father Superbus,
From Rome war banischit away.
A Iust rewaird for sit offence:
Allace allace,
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Oft cummis to pas.
Thocht subtill Sardanapalus
A Prince was picht to rewle and reigne:
Ȝit war his factis sa licharus,
That euerie man micht se them plaine,
At Babylon he did desyre
Allace, allace,
To set the haill Castell on fyre
Quhair brunt he was.
A Prince was picht to rewle and reigne:
Ȝit war his factis sa licharus,
That euerie man micht se them plaine,
At Babylon he did desyre
Allace, allace,
To set the haill Castell on fyre
Quhair brunt he was.
Ptholomeus Philopater,
The michtie King of Egypt land,
Being a michtie Conquerer
His lust vnto a wenche did stand
His weddit wyfe he put to deith
Allace, allace,
Thus Princes oft do spend thair braith:
As come to pas.
The michtie King of Egypt land,
Being a michtie Conquerer
His lust vnto a wenche did stand
His weddit wyfe he put to deith
Allace, allace,
Thus Princes oft do spend thair braith:
As come to pas.
Phisco lykewise the Lychorus
Quhilk Children be his Sisteris had:
That gat Heliogabalus,
Quhais lyfe in lust was spent to bad
Defyling Mayd and wyfe also
Allace, allace,
Harlottis with him micht ryde and go
Quhair he did pas.
Quhilk Children be his Sisteris had:
That gat Heliogabalus,
Quhais lyfe in lust was spent to bad
Defyling Mayd and wyfe also
Allace, allace,
Harlottis with him micht ryde and go
Quhair he did pas.
Althocht Caius Caligula
All his awin Sisteris did defyle:
And thocht him self in quyet stay
Possessing plesure for ane quhyle.
Ȝit his men did his deith conspyre:
Allace, allace,
This wretchit man he had his hyre
As come to pas.
All his awin Sisteris did defyle:
And thocht him self in quyet stay
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Ȝit his men did his deith conspyre:
Allace, allace,
This wretchit man he had his hyre
As come to pas.
Exampillis takin out of the Bybill.
With Bybill materis to begin,
Historyis mony we may find:
How lusting lufe that laithsum sin
The oppin eyis of sum do blind,
Thocht Sichem Dina had defylde:
Allace, allace,
Baith he and Heymor war begylde
As come to pas.
Historyis mony we may find:
How lusting lufe that laithsum sin
The oppin eyis of sum do blind,
Thocht Sichem Dina had defylde:
Allace, allace,
Baith he and Heymor war begylde
As come to pas.
Did not daintie Dalilay,
The michtie Sampson bring to nocht:
Quhen he his secreit heid did wray
In Uenus snair scho had him caucht
Did not Apame in lyke case
Allace, allace,
Straik that greit King vpon the face
As come to pas.
The michtie Sampson bring to nocht:
Quhen he his secreit heid did wray
In Uenus snair scho had him caucht
Did not Apame in lyke case
Allace, allace,
Straik that greit King vpon the face
As come to pas.
Thocht Ammon did his mynde fulfill
Upon his Sister Thamar deir:
Ȝit Absolon his blude did spill,
Schortly efter as dois appeir
Thocht Dauid was the Lordis Elect:
Allace, allace.
With Bethsabe he was Infect
As come to pas.
Upon his Sister Thamar deir:
Ȝit Absolon his blude did spill,
Schortly efter as dois appeir
Thocht Dauid was the Lordis Elect:
Allace, allace.
With Bethsabe he was Infect
As come to pas.
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Thocht Holofernes lustit lang,
To haue to do on Iudethis bed:
His lusting lyfe did happin wrang,
And scho did sone stryke on his heid,
Quhat wyne and women do ȝow se,
Allace allace,
Walk and wander with modestie,
In ony case.
To haue to do on Iudethis bed:
His lusting lyfe did happin wrang,
And scho did sone stryke on his heid,
Quhat wyne and women do ȝow se,
Allace allace,
Walk and wander with modestie,
In ony case.
Thocht Iudas did with Thamar ly,
Quhilk was his dochter be the Law:
The Genesis dois testifie,
Iust Iosephis gude and godlie aw,
Quhen his Lordis wyfe wald him constraine:
Allace allace,
He maid hir purpois haillely vaine
As come to pas.
Quhilk was his dochter be the Law:
The Genesis dois testifie,
Iust Iosephis gude and godlie aw,
Quhen his Lordis wyfe wald him constraine:
Allace allace,
He maid hir purpois haillely vaine
As come to pas.
Of him let vs exampill tak
And neuer think on Cupides dart:
Uenus can nouther mar nor mak
Gif vnto God we ioyne our hart,
And leif this airt of langing lust:
Allace allace,
And in the Lord haue hope and trust
Quhilk is and was.
And neuer think on Cupides dart:
Uenus can nouther mar nor mak
Gif vnto God we ioyne our hart,
And leif this airt of langing lust:
Allace allace,
And in the Lord haue hope and trust
Quhilk is and was.
FINIS.
[All my lufe leif me not]
All my lufe leif me not,
Leif me not leif me not,
All my lufe leif me not
Thus myne alone:
With ane burding on my bak,
I may not beir it I am sa walk
Lufe this burding fra me tak
Or ellis I am gone.
Leif me not leif me not,
All my lufe leif me not
Thus myne alone:
With ane burding on my bak,
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Lufe this burding fra me tak
Or ellis I am gone.
With sinnis I am ladin soir,
Leif me not, leif me not,
With sinnis I am ladin soir
Leif me not alone:
I pray the Lord thairfoir
Keip not my sinnis in stoir,
Lowse me or I be forloir
And heir my mone.
Leif me not, leif me not,
With sinnis I am ladin soir
Leif me not alone:
I pray the Lord thairfoir
Keip not my sinnis in stoir,
Lowse me or I be forloir
And heir my mone.
With thy handis thow hes me wrocht.
Leif me not, leif me not,
With thy handis thow hes me wrocht
Leif me not alone:
I was sauld and thow me bocht
With thy blude thow hes me coft
Now am I hidder socht
To the Lord alone.
Leif me not, leif me not,
With thy handis thow hes me wrocht
Leif me not alone:
I was sauld and thow me bocht
With thy blude thow hes me coft
Now am I hidder socht
To the Lord alone.
I cry and I call to the,
To leif me not, to leif me not,
I cry and I call to the
To leif me not alone:
All thay that ladin be
Thow biddis them cum to the
Than sall thay sauit be
Throw thy mercy alone.
To leif me not, to leif me not,
I cry and I call to the
To leif me not alone:
All thay that ladin be
Thow biddis them cum to the
Than sall thay sauit be
Throw thy mercy alone.
Thow saues all the penitent
And leifis them not, and leifis them not,
Thow saifis all the penitent,
And leifis thame not allone:
All that will thair Sinnis repent,
Nane of thame salbe schent,
Suppose thy bow be reddy bent,
Of thame thow killis none.
And leifis them not, and leifis them not,
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And leifis thame not allone:
All that will thair Sinnis repent,
Nane of thame salbe schent,
Suppose thy bow be reddy bent,
Of thame thow killis none.
Faith, hope, and cheritie,
Leif me not, leif me not,
Faith, hope, and cheritie,
Leif me not allone:
I pray the Lord grant me,
Thir godly giftis thre,
Than sall I saint be,
Dout haue I none.
Leif me not, leif me not,
Faith, hope, and cheritie,
Leif me not allone:
I pray the Lord grant me,
Thir godly giftis thre,
Than sall I saint be,
Dout haue I none.
To the Father be all gloir,
That leifis vs not, that leifis vs not,
To the Father be all gloir,
That leuis vs not allone,
Sone and haly Gaist, euer moir,
As it was of befoir,
Throw Christ our Sauiour,
We ar saif euerie one.
That leifis vs not, that leifis vs not,
To the Father be all gloir,
That leuis vs not allone,
Sone and haly Gaist, euer moir,
As it was of befoir,
Throw Christ our Sauiour,
We ar saif euerie one.
FINIS.
Of the day of iudgement.
All Christin and faithfull, in hart be ioyfull
Reioyce and mak gude cheir,
Be merie and glaid, and be no moir sad
The day of the Lord drawis neir.
Reioyce and mak gude cheir,
Be merie and glaid, and be no moir sad
The day of the Lord drawis neir.
Under protestatioun, with liue and correctieoū
That nane be offendit heir,
I will speik planelie, to rais ȝour hartis quiklie,
The day of the Lord drawis neir.
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I will speik planelie, to rais ȝour hartis quiklie,
The day of the Lord drawis neir.
All Paipis and prelatis, and spirituall estaitis
That thinkis ȝe haue na peir,
Cast away ȝour wairis, ȝour princelie effairis
The day of the Lord drawis neir.
That thinkis ȝe haue na peir,
Cast away ȝour wairis, ȝour princelie effairis
The day of the Lord drawis neir.
O hirdis of Israel, heir ȝe the Lordis bell
Knelland fast in ȝour eir,
Quhilk biddis in plaine, leue ȝour triffillis vane
The day of the Lord drawis neir.
Knelland fast in ȝour eir,
Quhilk biddis in plaine, leue ȝour triffillis vane
The day of the Lord drawis neir.
Personis that hes cure to preiche vnto the pure
Ȝe haue ȝour waigis to deir,
The layit ȝe will not teiche, nor ȝit goddis word will preiche
The day of the Lord drawis neir.
Ȝe haue ȝour waigis to deir,
The layit ȝe will not teiche, nor ȝit goddis word will preiche
The day of the Lord drawis neir.
I will ȝow exhort, in termis richt schort,
Baith Preist, Channoun, Monk, and Freir,
To slaik of ȝour sleuth, & schaw furth the treuth
The day of the Lord drawis neir.
Baith Preist, Channoun, Monk, and Freir,
To slaik of ȝour sleuth, & schaw furth the treuth
The day of the Lord drawis neir.
And ȝe brethren all Ecclesiasticall
Serue ȝour Lord God in feir.
Leue ȝour ceremonyis of ȝour awin fund gyis
The day of the Lord drawis neir,
Serue ȝour Lord God in feir.
Leue ȝour ceremonyis of ȝour awin fund gyis
The day of the Lord drawis neir,
Ȝour coistlie reparationis, ȝour offeringis and oblatiounis
Ȝour curious notis in the queir
On the day of dreid, sall stand in litill steid
Quhen the Lordis sentence drawis neir.
Ȝour curious notis in the queir
On the day of dreid, sall stand in litill steid
Quhen the Lordis sentence drawis neir.
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Princes and Kingis, that sa Ryall Ringis
That suld haue all rewle and steir,
Do Iustice equall, baith to greit and small
The day of the Lord drawis neir.
That suld haue all rewle and steir,
Do Iustice equall, baith to greit and small
The day of the Lord drawis neir.
On the pure cōmounis, suffer na oppressiounis
Bot humblie thair plaintis heir,
With extreme Iustice, trespassouris punische,
The day of the Lord drawis neir.
Bot humblie thair plaintis heir,
With extreme Iustice, trespassouris punische,
The day of the Lord drawis neir.
Syne with ȝour sword, let furth Goddis word
Our heuinly Mirrour cleir,
And anker ȝow sure on haly Scripture
For the day of the Lord drawis neir.
Our heuinly Mirrour cleir,
And anker ȝow sure on haly Scripture
For the day of the Lord drawis neir.
Erlis, Lordis, and Barrounis, hurt not ȝour cōmounis
In body, gudis, nor geir:
Do ȝe the contrair, ȝour housis will misfair
The day of the Lord drawis neir.
In body, gudis, nor geir:
Do ȝe the contrair, ȝour housis will misfair
The day of the Lord drawis neir.
Be trew to the Crowne defend ȝour Regioun
That ȝour foirbearis coft sa deir,
And euer haue Eye, vnto ȝour libertie
The day of the Lord drawis neir.
That ȝour foirbearis coft sa deir,
And euer haue Eye, vnto ȝour libertie
The day of the Lord drawis neir.
I cry in generall, on Spirituall & Temporall,
This lectioun that ȝe leir:
Remember alwayis, that schort be ȝour dayis
The day of the Lord drawis neir.
This lectioun that ȝe leir:
Remember alwayis, that schort be ȝour dayis
The day of the Lord drawis neir.
That day sall horribill, be and eik terribill;
Whan that Iust Iudge sall appeir:
[OMITTED] and Ire to iudge the warld with fyre
The day of the Lord drawis neir.
Whan that Iust Iudge sall appeir:
[OMITTED] and Ire to iudge the warld with fyre
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At ane Trumpet blast, we sall be all agast,
Heuin, hell, eird, sall it heir,
Syne stand befoir the Iuge, without ony refuge
The day of the Lord drawis neir.
Heuin, hell, eird, sall it heir,
Syne stand befoir the Iuge, without ony refuge
The day of the Lord drawis neir.
We sall giue rekning, of our sinfull leuing
We haue spendit in all maneir,
As we haue deseruit, sa sall we be seruit
The day of the Lord drawis neir.
We haue spendit in all maneir,
As we haue deseruit, sa sall we be seruit
The day of the Lord drawis neir.
That day the faithfull, salbe richt Ioyfull
Befoir Christ quhen thay compeir.
Bot the vnfaithfull, salbe richt wofull
Quhen the Lordis sentence drawis neir.
Befoir Christ quhen thay compeir.
Bot the vnfaithfull, salbe richt wofull
Quhen the Lordis sentence drawis neir.
To vnbeleuaris all, this sentence giue he sall,
With Ire and awfull cheir,
Pas ȝe to the hell, with Deuillis to dwell,
The heuin ȝe sall neuer cum neir.
With Ire and awfull cheir,
Pas ȝe to the hell, with Deuillis to dwell,
The heuin ȝe sall neuer cum neir.
The Iust sall all stand, euin at his richt hand,
Defendit from all dangeir.
To quhome he sall say, richt sweitly that day
The sentence quhilk drawis neir.
Defendit from all dangeir.
To quhome he sall say, richt sweitly that day
The sentence quhilk drawis neir.
Cum heir my Elect, and my awin sweit Son
Ȝour hyre sall not be in weir,
Baith Saull and body, in heuin Eternallie
Thay sall dwell with me richt neir.
Ȝour hyre sall not be in weir,
Baith Saull and body, in heuin Eternallie
Thay sall dwell with me richt neir.
Quhairfoir I do call, [illeg.]
To ryis and be neuer sweir
Bot euer bewar of the wofull snair
The day of the Lord drawis neir.
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Bot euer bewar of the wofull snair
The day of the Lord drawis neir.
A walk ay and pray baith in nicht and day
To Christ that coft vs all deir
To be our mediatour in that feirfull hour
Quhen the day of the Lord drawis neir.
To Christ that coft vs all deir
To be our mediatour in that feirfull hour
Quhen the day of the Lord drawis neir.
FINIS.
[Blenk in this Mirrour man and mend]
Blenk in this Mirrour man and mend,
For heir thow may thy exempill se,
To all mankynde it is weill kend
That euer come hidder, that he mon die
And fra this dome he may not fle,
Suppois he haue land and gold to spend
Array ȝow all and reddy be
Blenk in this Mirrour man and mend.
For heir thow may thy exempill se,
To all mankynde it is weill kend
That euer come hidder, that he mon die
And fra this dome he may not fle,
Suppois he haue land and gold to spend
Array ȝow all and reddy be
Blenk in this Mirrour man and mend.
Heir is the ressoun quha lykis to reid,
This day thow was ane King with Croun,
The morne cummis deith withouttin dreid
Commandis the to his presoun,
Richt suddanely he drawis the doun
Thow wait that thow mon with him wend
Thairfoir leif weill, be reddy bowne
Blenk in this Mirrour man and mend.
This day thow was ane King with Croun,
The morne cummis deith withouttin dreid
Commandis the to his presoun,
Richt suddanely he drawis the doun
Thow wait that thow mon with him wend
Thairfoir leif weill, be reddy bowne
Blenk in this Mirrour man and mend.
Thair is nane in stait sa hie
Prince, King, nor Empreour
Fra this dome ane fute may fle
For all his gold and his valour.
Thairfoir thow blenk in this Mirrour
That is graciouslie to the send,
Think on the sweit and als the sour
Blenk in this Mirrour man and mend.
Prince, King, nor Empreour
Fra this dome ane fute may fle
For all his gold and his valour.
Thairfoir thow blenk in this Mirrour
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Think on the sweit and als the sour
Blenk in this Mirrour man and mend.
Behald now to thir men of micht
That mekill hes, and wald haue mair,
And to thair sembling tak gude sicht
How that thay pas away sa bair.
And set not by how that we fair
That winnis all that thay spend,
Richt busilie baith lait and air,
Blenk in this Mirrour man and mend.
That mekill hes, and wald haue mair,
And to thair sembling tak gude sicht
How that thay pas away sa bair.
And set not by how that we fair
That winnis all that thay spend,
Richt busilie baith lait and air,
Blenk in this Mirrour man and mend.
Sen thow wait that thow mon pas,
And thow wait nouther quhen nor quhair
And thy body sall turne in Asse,
That thow now feidis vp sa fair.
Confes thy sinnis les and mair
Unto thy God, or thow hyne wend,
And till him leyne for euer mair
Blenk in this Mirrour man and mend.
And thow wait nouther quhen nor quhair
And thy body sall turne in Asse,
That thow now feidis vp sa fair.
Confes thy sinnis les and mair
Unto thy God, or thow hyne wend,
And till him leyne for euer mair
Blenk in this Mirrour man and mend.
FINIS.
[O man ryse vp and be not sweir]
O man ryse vp and be not sweir,
Prepair aganis this gude new ȝeir
My new ȝeir gift thow hes in stoir
Sen I am he that cost the deir
Gif me thy hart I ask no moir.
Prepair aganis this gude new ȝeir
My new ȝeir gift thow hes in stoir
Sen I am he that cost the deir
Gif me thy hart I ask no moir.
Gif me thy hart for I suld haue it
It is my richt thairfoir I craif it,
To win the samin I sufferit soir
And now am reddy to ressaue it,
Gif me thy hart I ask no moir.
It is my richt thairfoir I craif it,
To win the samin I sufferit soir
And now am reddy to ressaue it,
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I am the Lord maid the of nocht
Lyke my awin Image hes the wrocht,
The to all frelage I did restoir,
Sen my hart blude thy hart hes bocht
Gif me thy hart I ask no moir.
Lyke my awin Image hes the wrocht,
The to all frelage I did restoir,
Sen my hart blude thy hart hes bocht
Gif me thy hart I ask no moir.
I come in eirth, and thair did dwell,
I send na message bot my sell:
The to releif of deidly soir,
Sen I haue fred the from the hell
Gif me thy hart I ask no moir.
I send na message bot my sell:
The to releif of deidly soir,
Sen I haue fred the from the hell
Gif me thy hart I ask no moir.
I haue the fred from all thirlage,
And hes preparit thyne heritage
Quhair deith sall neuer the deuoir,
And now am cummin to craif my wage
Gif me thy hart I ask no moir.
And hes preparit thyne heritage
Quhair deith sall neuer the deuoir,
And now am cummin to craif my wage
Gif me thy hart I ask no moir.
Bewar I am ane Ielous God,
I am na Image, stock nor wod:
Thairfoir giue nane of thay my gloir,
Sen Thy heuin mon be the rod
Gif me thy hart I ask no moir.
I am na Image, stock nor wod:
Thairfoir giue nane of thay my gloir,
Sen Thy heuin mon be the rod
Gif me thy hart I ask no moir.
Let be thy sculptill honouris vaine
Quhilkis ar confoundit and prophaine
And swa ar all dois them adoir,
}Sanctity{ is Dauid in Scripture plaine
Gif me thy hart I ask no moir.
Quhilkis ar confoundit and prophaine
And swa ar all dois them adoir,
}Sanctity{ is Dauid in Scripture plaine
Gif me thy hart I ask no moir.
[illeg.] thow hes offendit,
Contrair my Law thy lyfe hes spendit,
My mercy is reddy ȝit as of befoir
In this new ȝeir all may be amendit,
Gif me thy hart I ask no moir.
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My mercy is reddy ȝit as of befoir
In this new ȝeir all may be amendit,
Gif me thy hart I ask no moir.
FINIS.
[O man Behald this warldis vaniteis]
O man Behald this warldis vaniteis,
The Ioy of it I wait is fantasie,
Thairfoir bewar my counsell now it is
Be glaid in God, for doutles thow mon die.
The Ioy of it I wait is fantasie,
Thairfoir bewar my counsell now it is
Be glaid in God, for doutles thow mon die.
Think thow art cum, & wait not quhē to pas,
Think thow mō change, & wait not quhair to be,
Think quhy thow come, & quhat thy erand was
Be weill auysit, for doutles thow mon die.
Think thow mō change, & wait not quhair to be,
Think quhy thow come, & quhat thy erand was
Be weill auysit, for doutles thow mon die.
Auise the weill, quhill thow hes tyme & space,
Exempill tak daylie as thow may se,
Quhen deith cummis thair is na vther grace
Bot ȝeild the than, for doutles thow mon die.
Exempill tak daylie as thow may se,
Quhen deith cummis thair is na vther grace
Bot ȝeild the than, for doutles thow mon die.
Ȝeild the to God with humbill hart contrite,
In Cheritie lufe as thow wald lufit be,
Gif thow wald leif without this warldis despite
Remember on this, for doutles thow mon die.
In Cheritie lufe as thow wald lufit be,
Gif thow wald leif without this warldis despite
Remember on this, for doutles thow mon die.
Remember vpon thy God Omnipotent,
That is and was, and euer moir salbe,
And for thy sin he saikleslie was schent
Be kynde againe, for doutles thow mon die.
That is and was, and euer moir salbe,
And for thy sin he saikleslie was schent
Be kynde againe, for doutles thow mon die.
Be kynde againe for heuin Celestiall,
Quhair gloir and Ioy without end sall be,
Be kynde and dreid the cruell paine of hell
Cheis thee the ane, for doutles thow mon die.
Quhair gloir and Ioy without end sall be,
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Cheis thee the ane, for doutles thow mon die.
FINIS.
[Sen throw vertew Incressis dignitie]
Sen throw vertew Incressis dignitie,
And vertew is flour and rute of Nobles ay
Of ony wit or quhat estait thow be,
His steppis follow, and dreid for none effray:
Eiect vice, and follow treuth alway
Lufe maist thy God that first thy lufe began
And for ilk Inche he will quyte the ane span.
And vertew is flour and rute of Nobles ay
Of ony wit or quhat estait thow be,
His steppis follow, and dreid for none effray:
Eiect vice, and follow treuth alway
Lufe maist thy God that first thy lufe began
And for ilk Inche he will quyte the ane span.
Be not ouir proude in thy prosperitie
For as it cummis, sa will it pas away,
The tyme to compt to schort thow may weill se.
For of grene gres sone cummis wallowit hay
Labour in treuth, quhilk suith is of thy fay
Traist maist in God, for he best gyde the can
And for ilk Inche he will the quyte ane span.
For as it cummis, sa will it pas away,
The tyme to compt to schort thow may weill se.
For of grene gres sone cummis wallowit hay
Labour in treuth, quhilk suith is of thy fay
Traist maist in God, for he best gyde the can
And for ilk Inche he will the quyte ane span.
Sen word is thrall, and thocht is only fre,
Thow dant thy toung, that power hes and may,
Thow steik thy Ene fra warldis vanitie,
Refraine thy lust, and harkin quhat I say
Graip or thow slyde, and keip furth the hie way,
Thow hald the fast vpon thy God and man
And for ilk Inche he will the quyte ane span.
Thow dant thy toung, that power hes and may,
Thow steik thy Ene fra warldis vanitie,
Refraine thy lust, and harkin quhat I say
Graip or thow slyde, and keip furth the hie way,
Thow hald the fast vpon thy God and man
And for ilk Inche he will the quyte ane span.
FINIS.
Quod King Iames the first.
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