¶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,
[Page 75]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 son [...] quhome yu hes send,
T [...] 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 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
For God hes set a Captaine stark and wicht,
Christis a win 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,
[Page 76]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.
My Sone I will the geue all Nationnis,
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 iust, and mak thame [...]ure
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 aboue 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 Iden [...]lie.
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 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.
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.
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.
Quhen Hypo [...]rites ar principall,
And hiest in authoritie:
On force the pepill follow sall
The pepill follow mon on neid,
Thir Prelatis and thair wi [...]kit deid
Baith blindit from the veritie.
FINIS.
¶Vsquequo Domine. Psal. xxij. with the tune of Exaudi Deus orationem meam.
O LORD how lang for euer wil thow forȝet
And hyde thy face frame, 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 [...]ine,
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 [...]all 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 he quhilk on the treuth hes all his thoch [...],
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 Nic [...]bouris 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.
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 syte, 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 ony gude thing in my neid.
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 thocht I wauer, or ga will,
Or am in danger for to die.
Na dreid 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 quhair of I stand greit awe,
And thy scheip huke me for to fang,
Thay nurture me my fautes to kn [...]w
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 a [...]e Tabill [...]ois prouyde,
Befoir me, full of all belyte
Contrair to my persewaris pryde,
To thair displeasure and dispyte.
Thow hes anointed weill my heid
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.
FINIS.
¶ Exultate iusti in Domino. Psal. xxxiij.
ȜE Richteous reioyce and loue the Lord
Iust 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 be [...]innis hie wer creat be the Lord,
Thair ornamentis wer dressit be his word
He hei [...]is vp the water is lyke ane hill▪
Syne [...]urnis them in deip quhen that he will,
Dreid ȝe the Lord, all dwelleris on the ground,
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[Page 82]And wirschip him all haue ye warld sa roun
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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 Consolationn,
And wickit pepillis Imaginatioun,
Bot his counsell sall left perpetuall,
And sall indure till generations all.
Full happy is the pepill maist and leist.
Quhilk in yair God▪ & Lord hes all yair trai [...]
And quhome that God do cheis before all aige,
Thame 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 mony thousand hors may na man saif.
The eyis of the Lord thay do aduert
To them that dreidis him with all thair har [...]
Traisting his godly help with patience.
To [...]ai [...]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
Euin as we traist in thy greit gentilnes.
FINIS.
¶ Noli aemulari in malignantibus. psal. xxxvij.
THOW sall not follow wickit menis wayis
Nor 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 sall 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 mufe the not at thair prosperitie▪
That leuis all thair lyfe wrangouslie.
Remoue rancour, and Ire furth of thy thoch [...]
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,
[Page 84]The wickit man perishe befoir thyne E,
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 I refull 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 spendi [...],
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 witkit 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,
[Page 85]Quha lu
[...]ffis him, and of him speikes gude,
Sall bruke the land, bor 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 King euer moir,
The Lord luiffis Iustice and equitie,
And leuis not his Sauctis 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 erercis sapience,
Of equitie ay speik and of prudence.
The Law of God is in his h [...]rt sa haill.
In all his wayis thairfoir he can nocht faill,
The wickit dois 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 condam [...]ne quhen thay accus [...]
[Page 86]Preseruit sall he be from thair aduse.
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 haill 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,
Fra yame that hes thair tungis scharp & groūd
And scharper than ony twa edgeit sword,
[Page 87]Lyke deidly dartis thow geuis stang & stound,
Rycht sa proceidis of thair mouth euerie word,
Quhair with to slay thay think it bot a hourd,
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.
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 delayit 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 pains
And men sall hald thame in derisioun,
Thair tungs salbe thair awin cons [...]soun,
Quhilk was sa scharp in contrair Innocence,
That for thame selfis thay sall mak na defence.
Quhen men [...]all se this haistie suddand change
Than sall thay wunder and cleirlie vnderstand,
That it is God quhilk dois him awin reuenge
[Page 88]All men sal se this wark of Goddis hand.
And fall weill knaw▪ that nane 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 Israellis swei [...],
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 ar 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.
Quhat euer is done thay think it vanitie,
Bot giue that thay the authoure of it be,
God of heum 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 da swa,
Thay dar be bald to dout giue God dois knaw,
Or vnderstand the breking of his Law.
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.
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.
Full slydrie is the sait, that thay on sit,
And for thair fault till hell sune sall thay [...]ir.
For suddenlie thay sall die with mische [...]f,
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.
Imprudently this brint I in my th [...]cht,
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.
[Page 90]Outher in eird, compair I not to the.
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.
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.
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 feid,
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.
Thay now conspyre with cruell hart and fell,
With ane consent, togidder in ane band:
Quhilk neuer befoir culd gre amang thame sell,
[Page 91]Stryuand for stait, and hicht, in euerie land.
Bot contrair the togidder stife thay stand.
And fa [...] 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.
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.
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 sylis 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.
[Page 92]At Kyson flude, as weill the storie dytis
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 Zelmanie.
Thair sinnis shawis thay ar a bludie byke.
And ȝit, 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.
Confound thame Lord, that thay may seik thy name
Perturbe yair minde with cair continuall.
And let thame perische, and cum till vtter scham [...]
Lat thame knaw the, for the God Eternall,
Allanerlie on the allone to call.
And the obey, aboue all eirdlie thing,
Maist mich [...]iest, maist hiest in thy King.
FINIS.
¶ Qui habitat in adiutorio. Psal. lxxxj.
QVHA on the hiest will depend,
And in his secreit help will traist,
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 scheil [...] ▪
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.
And thow sall se at thy left hand,
Ane thousand haue ane suddand fall.
And als thow sall se [...]en 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.
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.
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 fu [...]e 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.
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,
[Page 95]Quhair throw eternall gloir sall se.
For euer moir with me to King.
FINIS.
¶In exitu Israell. Psal. lxxxj.
QVHEN fra Egypt departit Israell.
And Iacobis hous fra pepill barbour sef [...]
To Iuda Lord thow wes his Sauiour
And to Israell ane gyde and gouernour,
Quhilk quhen these had sene, for feir it fled,
The flude Iordane ȝeid back, it was sa red.
The montainis uiuifit & ran athort lyke rāmis,
The hillis dansit and lichtly lap lyke lambis.
Thow swelland sey quhat mui [...]it 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 bra in 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 allauerlie,
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 Kingis in heuin full hie.
And quhat him listis, or lykis workis he.
Thir Imagis of stock, stane, gilt with gold.
[Page 96]Ar maid be men▪ and syne for money sold.
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 ouer yai be
God sall augment his pepill and Incres.
And eik thair sonnes and dochtoris 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 foreuer vnto our lyues ending.
FINIS.
¶Nisiquia Dominus. Psal. exxiiij.
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.
For lyke the welterand wallis brym,
Thay had ouerquhelmit vs with miche
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 rest 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.
Bothes 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.
FINIS.
¶ 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 thow 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,
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,
Byd and 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.
FINIS.
¶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.
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 gam [...]
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 [...]laig
And rasche thair harnis aganis [...]
FINIS.
¶ Exaltabo te. psal. cliiij.
I WILL the loue my gracious Lord and King
Thank and 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 nobillactis digne of rememberance,
I will furth schaw thy meruellis sa greit,
Thy magnitude I will it put in dyie
Memorie a [...]s 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 mic [...]t,
Of thy riche renoun the he [...]inly 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 [...]
Them that troublit ar bringis out of cumiuer
Thow feidis them in all tyme and [...]de,
Thow oppinnis furth thy hand f [...]l grociouslie
And fatisfyis all fleshe aboundantlie.
In all his wayis the Lord is Iust and richt,
In all his warkis is santifyit his miche,
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.
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 beisti [...] sair culd byte.
[Page 102]Thair bodyis quhen thay lay in commoun streit
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.
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?
Vnto 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.
Auoyde (Lord) furth of thy remembrance,
Our sinfull lyfe that we haue s [...]eipit 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,
[Page 103]Sa thow gude Lord put our sin from thy face.
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 turue 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.
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.
Rewaird thy fais according to thair wrang,
Seu [...] 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.
¶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.
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.
¶ Et secundum multitudinem.
Bude Lord I knaw my wickitnes,
Contrair to thy command:
Rebell and 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.
¶ 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 borne
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.
¶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.
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.
¶Tibi soli peccaui.
Only to the I did offend.
And mekill euill hes done:
Throw quhilk appeirandly defence,
To me is nane aboue:
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 plent [...]ous,
Quhilk mot vs iustifie.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Consauit into sin I am,
My wickitnes thocht thow behald,
Quhilk I contraceit of Adame,
Sinnand richt monyfald.
My Mother als did eik the same
And I to Sin was said,
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 misauenture.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
¶ Ecce enim veritatem.
Behald thow lufis treuth gude Lord,
This weili 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 aboue.
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.
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.
¶ Auditui meo dabis.
Then ioy and and mirch thow sall me geue.
My banis law thow sall releue,
And be my scheild and speir:
Thy sword also richt soir sall grene,
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 hope and 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 wickienes expell
Sen I haue hoipit in thy grace
Thow saue me fra [...]he 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.
¶Cor mundum.
Thow creat in me (O God) ane hart,
Baith clene and Innocent:
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.
¶ 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.
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.
¶ Redde mihi.
Giue me the blyithnes and the blis,
Of my sweit Sauiour:
For throw his bitter deid I mis
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.
¶ Docebo iniquos.
Then I sall teiche the wickit men,
Thy way is 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 ha [...]st:
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:
And at thy port get in.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Than sall my toung thy richteousnes
Ertoll 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 swei [...] 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 surth 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
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.
¶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.
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.
¶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.
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.
¶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,
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,
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.
Thy wy [...]e 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.
Quhen euer thow sittis at thy Tabill,
Thy barnis sall [...]and round about the
Sa will the Lord mak the abill,
And fill thy hous with honestie.
Sa sall God him euer blis,
That d [...]eidis 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 [...]e to thy greit weill,
How prosperous Ierusalem sall be,
And thow ressa [...]t to greit heill.
An [...] 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.
FINIS.
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 [...],
Or I be gone:
And to redres, my heuines,
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, schawin vs the space,
Sa plenteouslie.
Richt hartfullie:
With hart and Spreit, sing Psalmes swe [...]e
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,
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.
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.
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.
To be excusit, thow wald richt faine,
In spending of thy lyfe in vaine
Hauing my Gospell in greit disdaine,
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.
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.
With richt hombill 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.
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.
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.
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.
Man I gaue the nocht see will,
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.
To blame that will thow dois not richt,
I gaue the reūoun 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,
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.
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.
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 it wer ȝit till do againe,
Rather or thow suldly 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.
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.
Quho is at my windo, quho,
Go from my windo go,
Cry na mair thair, lyke ane strang
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 gloriou [...]
And be euer to vs luiffing.
That men on eird may knaw thy v [...]
Thy sauing heill and richteousnes
That thay be nocht led nicht [...]
Fra thy preceptis and trewIusti [...]
Ta seik Saluatioun quhair nane is
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.
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.
FINIS.
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.
And how he hes me wrocht,
And formit me of nocht,
Iyke his picture, that Lord maist sure,
In eird he hes me support,
Hes send ane Angell bricht,
To be my comfort. La. La.
[...] 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 pyude. 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.
FINIS.
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.
Quha hes my hart bot heuinnis King:
Quhilk causis me for ioy to sing.
Quhome that I lufe [...]touir all thing
Christ hes my hart ay.
He is fair, sober, and bening,
Sweit, meik, and gentill in all thing,
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 sched his precious blude,
For vs he was natilit 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.
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.
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.
FINIS.
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.
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.
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.
This my lufe, come from abufe,
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.
FINIS.
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.
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.
Then faggottis mon we burne or heir,
Or to the deid thay will vs bring:
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
In hour of deid grant vs thy strenth,
Glaidly to thoill thair crueltie,
And that we may with the at lenth
Ressa [...]e thy ioy Eternallie.
FINIS.
¶Magnificat anima mea.
MY Saule dois Magnifie the Lord,
My Spreit reioycis gretumlie:
In God my Sauiour, and in his wor [...]
For he hes sene the law degre
Of me, his handmadin, trewli [...],
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 rich [...]
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 potent,
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 hou [...]
He puttis doun the michtie,
From thair hie estait and greit honour
Excelling them of law degre.
The houngrie feidis he with gud [...]
And lettis the riche ga emptie:
Quhe [...] his awin pepill wantis fude
It thinkis vpon his greit mercie,
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,
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,
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.
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 defender, to the we pray,
All Ire and malice, thow put vs fra
Thy seruandis gouerne in the steid,
For quhais ransoun thow did sair bleid.
Haue mynde on vs thow Lord Iesu,
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 nickt and euer mair.
FINIS.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
FINIS.
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.
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 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.
S [...] on his grace I will depend,
Syne leue my Saule, quhen I am gone,
To Regne with thrinfald God in one.
FINIS.
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,
Uncourteslie.
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,
My will and eik my mynde,
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.
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.
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.
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.
All ȝe that fair dois thrist,
Throuch brukilnes of the flesche,
Cum vnto me, quhen that ȝe li [...] ▪
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 hair the not.
Attend and tak gude keip,
To thame that cumis to the,
In to the habite of ane s [...]heip.
with subtell Scrinonis slie.
For doutles than war inwartlie,
Fals wolfis vnder cot,
Renunce thair Lawis and cum to u [...],
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,
Be war I hait the not.
FINIS.
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.
My Father was sa mouit,
And with mankynde sa greuit,
Man was sa wylde and nyse,
And rageing in all vyce,
That distroy it 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.
Quhen I was bot ane Chylde,
with my Mother, maist mylde,
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.
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,
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.
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.
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.
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.
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:
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.
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.
Quhat sorrow culd me moir,
Thau to su [...]er 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
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 fall 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.
Go hart I the be quyeth
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 th [...]ir is na remedie
My hart will nocht refraine.
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.
My Tumbe is freshe and new,
In sauing I was trew:
To put mankynde fra dout,
Thair sall be written 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.
¶ Ane gentill admonitioun of Christ.
All pepill leirne of me,
Gentilnes and pietie
Remember my sober bodie,
Sa woundit and bludie
With sclander nor with paine:
Amend ȝour fa [...]itis daylis
And from all vice refraine.
FINIS.
IOHNE cum kis me now,
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:
For Iohne (Goddis grace it is)
(Quha list till erpone the same)
Och Iohne thow did amis
Quhen that thow ioist this name,
Heuin and eirth of nocht
I maid them for thy sailt
For euer moir I thocht
To my lykenes the mak.
In Paradice I plant it the
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 selt away
And thy posteritie spill.
My iustice condempnit thee
To euerlasting paine
Man culd find na remedie
O pure lyfe, and meir mercy,
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?
It plesit Christ without desart,
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.
Quhen he ascend it left him behind,
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.
Nathing regarding how of me,
All thing had thair Creatioun:
Nor ȝit quhat Christ suffer it for the
To redeme the from dampnatioun.
Bot the abhominatioun of desolatioun,
Thow settis in the haly place▪
Be Antichristis fals perswasioun
My Sonnis passioun to deface.
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,
[...]t 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
Think and to do me seruice.
Thy seruice sall rewardit be,
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.
My Prophetis call, my Preicheouris cry
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.
Repent thy Sin vnfenȝeitlie,
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
Lest deith do stryke the suddanelie,
And sa cum nocht at all.
Gif thow cum nocht, quhill thow hes space
Bot my Gospell do is 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 sailt 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 groundi [...]
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.
Be my defendar God of grace,
My gyde, my gouernour all thre,
And in thy heuinlie dwelling place,
Of all refuge thow succour me.
Forsen thow art my strenth and force,
My hope, support, and haill supplie:
Be thy sweit Name, and deid on Croc [...]
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.
My Spreit I rander in thy handis
Eternall God of veritie:
Quhils hes from bailfull Baliallis bandist
Redemi [...] and delyuerit me.
FINIS.
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 to thy onlie remeid,
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.
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 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 that rais from deith to ly [...]e
Go hart vnto my laiter hour:
Quhais greit mercy can nane discryue
Go hart vnto thy Sauiour.
FINIS.
OVR brother let vs put in graue,
And na dout thairof let vs haue
Bot he sall ryse on Don [...]sday
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.
The Saull regnis with God in gloir,
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.
The Saull leuis with God I say,
Then Christ sall bring them baith to gloir
To King with him for euer moir.
In eird he hes vexatioun
Bot now he hes Saluatioun:
King and 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.
Quhen cummin is our hour and tyme,
Then we mon turn it 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.
Quhen fra this warld to Christ we wend,
Our wretch it schore lyfe [...]on haue end
Change it fra paine and miserie,
To lest and gloir Eternallie.
And sall our day is schort and vaine▪
And sin quhilk we culd not refraine,
End it salbe our pilgramage,
And brocht hame to our heritage.
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.
FINIS.
MVSING greitlie in my mynde,
The folie that is in mankynde,
Quhilk is sa brukill and sa blind,
And downesall 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.
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▪
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▪
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.
Thocht thow war neuer of sa greit degr [...],
In riches nor in dignitie,
And downe sall cum downe ay downe ay.
Thair is na King▪ nor Empreour,
Onlie, 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 Marussalem with his lang lyfe,
Thay all ar cum downe ay downe ay.
FINIS.
PRAY God for grace, my lufe maist deir
Quhilk bocht vs with his precious blud [...]
That we him lufe with hart inteir
In welch 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.
Traist we alswa, baith air and lait,
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.
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 nei [...].
FINIS.
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.
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.
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 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.
Thay spittit in his face,
All for our lufe, allace,
That Lord he sufferit than:
The cruell [...]ams 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,
Singtill 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 b [...]ude 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 na [...]s vther man.
FINIS.
WITH heuie hart full of distres,
Lamenting my greit sinfulnes,
To the O Lord quha may me cure,
Haue reuth on me thy Creature.
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,
For in this seiknes I was borne.
And my foirbear is 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.
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.
Lord thair is na Saluatioun,
Bot in thy blissit Passioun,
As witnes beiris the trew Scripture,
Thow saifis all eirdlie Creature.
And for the same to mak remeid,
Thow susseit 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.
For all the trubill and the paine,
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.
And saue thy sinfull Creature.
FINIS.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Bot that quhilk Scripture hes exprest,
Ane Sacrifice, Christ anis thairfoir,
Offer it to God, quhilk smell it best,
For my trespas I seik no moir.
My part is than, from Sin to ceis,
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,
The clude of nicht thow dryuis away,
The beame of gloir beleuit 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.
This nicht I call Idolatrie,
The cloude ouirspred Hypocrisie,
Send from the Prince of all vnricht
O Christ for till obscure thy licht.
Quhilk twa hes had dominioun
Lang leid and 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,
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.
To vs gif nouther laud, nor gloir▪
O fulis gifȝe speir quhairfoir,
We had na thing throw our a win 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.
Geue nane till vs, we ar bot men,
Mortall as ȝe, ȝour selfis may ken,
O fulis quhairfoir tak ȝe flycht,
Rinnand 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.
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.
FINIS.
WITH huntis vp, with huntis vp,
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.
Nane 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.
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,
That cruell beist he neuer ceist,
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.
He had to sell the Tantonie bell,
And pardonis thair in was.
Remissioun of sinnis, in auld scheip skinnis.
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.
With dispensatiounis, and obligatiounis,
According to his Law,
He wald dispens, for money from hence,
With thaine he neuer saw.
To [...]urs 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.
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.
Kingis to marie, and sum to tarie,
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 Fore is ane lier,
Thow knawis well it is nocht sa,
Quhill at the last, he salbe downe cast
His peltrie Pardonis and all.
FINIS.
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.
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 ouer laid,
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.
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.
FINIS.
MVSING greitlie in my mynde,
The cruell Kirkmen in thair kynde,
Quhilk bene indurit and sa blind,
And trowis neuer to cum downe.
Thocht thow be Paip or Cardinall,
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.
Thocht thow flow in Philosophie,
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 glask 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.
And quhair is Balaamis fa [...]s counsell,
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,
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.
Ophni and Phenis, gat na grace,
Hely brak his nek allace,
And his of spring put fra thair place,
King Salomone put thame downe.
And King Achab and Helyas.
The sals Prophetis distroyi [...] 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.
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 [...]owne.
I pray to God that thay and we,
Obey his word in vnitie.
Throw Faith, wark, and be Cheritie.
And lat vs neuer cum downe.
FINIS.
THE Bischop of Hely brak his neck,
Disherist of his benefice,
Cause he the Preistis wald not correct
Corruptand Goddis Sacrifice,
Sen our Hely in his office,
Is lyke in Preuaricatioun,
He sall ressane 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 huredome 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 withoutt in 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 [...]g was lyke ane vther
Of Goddis word baith destitude.
And greit God of Sanctitude,
Quhais power hes nocht tane ane end.
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.
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 fall end all mischeuouslie.
FINIS.
I AM wo for thir wolfis [...]a wylde,
Quhilk neuer will conuert,
Thair fals indurit hart,
Sa lang the warld thay haue begylde,
And baneik 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.
Thair subtill slychtis, now arspyit,
Be Christ the veritie:
Thair fals Hypocresie,
Throw all the warld, is now outtryi [...].
Quhair with 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.
He retykis thay did vs call,
Cursand vs nicht and day,
The trench durst na man say.
Trew Preichouris war forbiddin all,
To schaw the word of Iesus Christ.
Thay baneist thame in vncouth land,
Full mony [...]under 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,
Under cullour of commounweill,
Thair cloikit subteltie,
End with greit crueltie,
All that confes the word of Christ.
For sa thay think to bleir ȝour [...],
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.
Ane hundreth thousand thay wald se,
Ȝockit in till ane feild,
Under thair speir and scheild,
Bot with the wy fis thay wald be,
At hame to smoir the word of Christ.
Defend na maie thir wolfis sa wylde,
Sa full of cruelnes,
Thair cloikit halynes,
Baith men and wyfis, sa lang hes sylde,
And ar the verray Antichristis.
FINIS.
ALLACE vnkyndlie Christ, we haue exillt
And of thair fude his flock we haue begili [...]
With vanities, we haue thame lang del [...] di [...] ▪
And in fals beleif, hes thame includit,
And euer this wa [...] the blating of our queir,
[Page 162]Fatheris of haly Kirk this xv. hunder ȝeir.
The water of lyfe we gaue them neuer to drink
Bot stinkand pulis of euerie rottin synk.
For haly Scripture all niterlie 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 preferrit,
Quhill we se now almaist that all is marrit,
And God him self is grevit and displesit,
And we thairby ar bot lytill casit,
Althocht it be the blating of our queir,
Fatheris of haly Kirk this .xv. hunder ȝeir.
Our blind desyris sen we may nocht fulfill,
Welcum gude Lord, full sair aganis our will,
Ȝit nocht the les we sall do as we may,
And efter this▪ luke for ane better day,
And ȝit salbe the bating of our queir,
Fatheris of haly Kirk this .xv. hunder ȝeir.
We knaw as did King Saull our fatell fall,
Ȝit, quhill we die▪ Dauid persew we sall,
Suppose we suld wrack our self, and tyne,
The feild, and all our kin▪ be haugit 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 tormenti [...] lyke tykis,
And neuer depart from Egypt (giue we may)
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 kangand 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,
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.
Thay knew na thing bot couetice,
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 fyre:
Bot all pure folk that had na thing
Was skaldit baine and lyre.
Ȝit sat thay heich in Parliament,
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 do is misthryue.
FINIS.
WO is the Hirdis of Israell,
That feidis nocht Christis flock▪
Bot daintelie thay feid thaine self,
Syne dois the pepill mock.
The syllie sche [...]p was all forlorne,
And was the woifis 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.
Thairfoir sayis God, I will requyr [...]
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,
FINIS.
GOD send euerie Preist ane wyfe,
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.
Greit cause than, I grant had thay,
Fra wyfis to refraine:
Bot greiter causis haue thay may,
Now wyfis to wed againe.
For than suld nocht sa mony [...]
Be vp and dow [...] this land:
Nor ȝit sa mony [...]eggeris pure,
In Kirk and mercat-stand.
And nocht sa me kill bastard seid,
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 draw,
Quha dar say contrair it.
FINIS.
THE wind blaw is cauld, furious and bauld,
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.
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.
Goddis word and lawis, ye pepill mis knawis
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 [...]all he be.
This cryis on hie, the Spiritualitie,
As nane t [...]ame suld defy:
Bot thair Illusioun, and fals abusioun.
The pepill dois now espy,
Quhome suld we wyte, of this dispyte,
That hid fra vs god dis Law,
Bot Preistis and clerkis, and thair euill warkis
Thair greit ertortioun, and plaine oppressioū,
Ascendis in the air:
Without God pun [...]is, 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.
With wrang absolutioūs, & desaitfull pardonis
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.
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,
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.
Saue Christ onlie, that deit on tre,
In vtheris mo, geue ȝe traist so,
On ȝow blawis cauld the wind.
Now se ȝe pray, baith nicht and day.
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,
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.
Wo be to ȝow Pharesians,
That Regnis ȝit lyke his Capitanis
And haldis Christis men in mony pani [...],
Richt cairfull is thair mone:
I traist till God ȝe sall deir by it,
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 alloue:
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.
Ȝe serue to strickin be wich 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.
Ȝe begylit vs with ȝour hudis,
Schawand ȝour relykis and ȝour ruddis▪
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 fanc [...],
Bot and the money war neuer sa scant,
Ane penny of ȝont wage ȝe will nocht want,
The nicht is neir gone.
Syne to ȝow we mon offer,
Pundis and penneis furth of our Coffer
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,
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,
¶Preistis cut ȝour gowne,
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.
¶Preistis heip na gold
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.
¶Preistis tak na teind,
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 se [...] pure barnis with thair dame,
Auengeance on ȝow cryis.
¶Preistis burne no mo,
Of wrang delatioun ȝe may hyre,
And fals witnes na mair Iuquyre
And let absuring go.
¶Preistis all and sum
Suld call ane counsell generall,
And dres all thingis Spirituall
Bot thair thay will not cum.
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:
¶Preistis curs no moir,
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 toft,
And Iakmen be ȝour syde.
¶Preistis sober be,
And fecht not, no [...]ther boift 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.
¶Preistis pray na mair,
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.
¶Preistis sell na Mes,
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.
¶Preistis change ȝour tone,
And sing in to ȝour mother tung,
Inglis Psalmes and ȝe impunge,
Ȝe will dyne efter none.
¶Preistis preif ȝow men,
And now defend ȝour libertie,
For France and for ȝour dignitie,
Ȝe brak the peace ȝe ken.
¶Priestis now confes,
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.
FINIS.
¶Till our gude man, till our gude man,
Keip faith and lufe till our gude man.
FOR our gude man in heuin dois King
In gloir and blis without ending
Quhair Angellis singis euer Osa [...]
In laude and prais of our gude man.
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.
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.
Ȝit our gude man requyris moir
To giue na creature his gloir,
And gif we do, do quhat we can
We sall be loist fea 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.
Adame that our foirfather was,
He loift vs all for his trespas
Quhais brukkill banis we may fair ban
That gart vs lois our awin gude man.
Ȝit our gude man gracious and gude,
For our Saluatioun sched 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
[Page]Maid vs fre airis till our gude man.
Now let vs pray baith day and hour
Till Christ our onlie Mediatour,
Till saue vs on the day that quhen
We sall be Iudge it be our gude man.
FINIS.
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,
Wolfis quhome of my Euangelistis wryte
And Paull and Peter did of dyte,
Allace haue ȝow dissauit quyte,
With fals Hy [...]ocrisir.
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 gyrue thairfoir cum out
His Pilgramage and Purgatorie
His worschipping of Imagerie
His Pardounis and fraternitie
With zeill and gude Intent
The quhisperit sinnis callit cir 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 wounderdeir,
Quhilk is the ground stane of thair queir,
And rute of all thair pryde,
His Pater nosteris, boche and sauld,
His numerat aueis, and Psalmes tauld,
Quhilk my new Testament, nor my auld.
On na wayis can abyde.
Thair half hag matines, fa [...] thay patter,
Thay geue ȝow breid, and sellis ȝow watter,
His cursing is on ȝow als thay clatter,
Thocht thay can [...] ȝow nocht,
Giue ȝe will geue thame Caip or Bell,
The clink thairof thay will ȝow sell,
Suppose the [...]aule suld ga to hell,
Ȝe get na thing vnbocht.
Thay sell ȝow als the Sacramentis [...],
Thay micht haue maid aswe [...]ll [...],
Few, or mony, od, or e [...]i [...],
Ȝour pursis for to pyke,
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.
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 [...]aili [...] [...] ▪
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.
Bot hald ȝow at my Testament fast▪
For I sall bring doun 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.
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.
FINIS.
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 King
Of all Iniquitie,
[Page 179]Hay trix, tryme go trix, vnder the grene. &c.
Bot his abhominatioun,
The Lord hes brocht to licht
His Popische pryde and thrinfald Crowne
A [...]aist 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 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 C,
Hay trix, tryme go trix. &c.
The Si [...]eris gray, befoir this day,
Did crune within thair Cloister,
Thay feit ane Freir, thair kepis to beir,
The Feind ressaue the foster,
Syne in the mirk sa weill culd wirk
And kittill thame wantounlie,
Hay trix, tryme go trix. &c.
The blind Bischop, he culd docht preiche,
For playing with the la [...]is,
The syllie Freir behuffit 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,
Think and 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.
Of Scotland well, the Freiris of Faill,
The lymmerie lang hes lestit.
The Monkis of Melros maid gude kaill,
On Fryday is 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 lymmar [...]s stand,
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 brauk ȝow
Befoir that tyme trewlie.
FINIS.
SAY weill is, throuchlie a worthy gude thing
Of say weill, greit vertew furth dois spring,
Say weill, from do weill, differ is 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
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
Say weill, in danger of deith is cauld,
[Page]Do weill is harnest and woundrous bauld
Than say weill for feir 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.
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.
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.
Say weill him self will sum tyme auance,
Bot do weill dois nouther Iet nor paunce,
Bot do weill do is 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.
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.
FINIS.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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 ies.
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 deuydit him.
At ȝour dum dres.
Bot God knawis how ȝe gydit him.
Mumling ȝour Mes.
Ȝe partit with dame pouertie,
Luke propertie to be ȝour wyfe:
Fra Charitie and Chastitie
That raisit the mother of mischeif
Ȝour gredynes.
Beleuing ay to get releif
For saying Mes.
O wick it vaine Ueneriens.
Ȝe ar not Sanctis (th [...]cht 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 ȝet:
It was the flattering of ȝour Freiris
That euer gart Sanct Frantes 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 Dust [...]fit and Gob at euin.
Do sa Incres
Hes dreuin sum of them to teine
For all thair Mes.
Christ keip all faithfull Christianis
From peruerst pryde and Papistrie:
God grant thame 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 Inuencioun,
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,
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 wichitlie
Be Uenus led to Helenis lust:
For quhilk sin and adulterie
The plagues of Troy war efter Iust:
The sturdie stormis he did Indure
His lusting lyfe was nathing sure,
As come to pas.
Thocht Troylus Cressed did enioy,
As Paris Helene did lykewise:
Ȝit leuie 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.
Quhat sall we say to Pyramus,
Sic wretchit wo did him assaill:
His end in deid was dolorus,
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:
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 outwardli [...]:
And than withorew 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.
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.
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.
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 day.
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.
Althocht Sextus Tarquinius,
Defylit chaist Lucresia,
He and his Father Superbus,
From Rome war banischit away.
A Iust rewaird for sic offence:
Allace allace,
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.
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.
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.
Althocht Caius Caligula
All his awin Sisteris did defyle:
And thocht him self in quyet stay
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.
Did not daintie Dalilay,
The michtie Sampson bring to nocht:
Quhen he his secreit heid did wray
In Uenus snair scho had him cauch [...]
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 Infeet
As come to pas.
Thocht Holofernes lu [...]it lang,
To haue to do on Iudethis bed:
His lusting lyfe did happin wrang,
And scho did sone stryke of his heid,
Quhat wyne and women do ȝow se,
Allace allace,
wask and wander with modestie,
In ony case.
Thocht Iudas did with Thamarly,
Quhils was his dochter be the Law:
The Genesis dois testifie,
Iust Iosephis gude and godlie aw,
Quhen his Lordis wyfe wald him constraint:
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 [...]anging lust:
Allace allace,
And in the Lord haue hope and trust
Quhilk [...]s and was.
FINIS.
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,
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.
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.
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.
Thow saues all the penitent
And leifis them not, and leifis them not,
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.
To the Father be all gloi [...],
That leifis vs not, that leifis vs not,
To the Father be all gloir,
That leuis vs not a [...]lone,
Sone and haly Gaist, euer moie,
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.
Under protestatioun, with liue and correctie [...]
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.
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.
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.
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.
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,
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.
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.
On the pure cōmounis, suffer na oppressiounis
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.
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.
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.
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.
That day sall horribill, be and eik terribill▪
Quhe [...] that Iust Iudge sall appeir:
In his birnand Ire, to iudge the warld with fyre
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.
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.
That day the faithfull, salbe richt Ioyfull
Befoir Christ quhen thay compeir▪
Bot the vnfaithfull, salbe richt wofull
Quhen the Lordis sentence drawis neir.
To vnbelenaris 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.
The Iust sall all stand, euin at his richt hand,
Defendit from all dangeir,
To quhome he sail say, richt sweitly that day
The sentence quhill: drawis neir.
Cum heir my Ele [...], and my awin sweit Sect,
Ȝour hyre sall not be in weir,
Baith Saull and body, in heuin Eternallie
Thay sall dwell with me rich [...] neir.
Quhairfoir I do call, [...]
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.
FINIS.
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 [...]e,
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.
Thair is nane in stait sa hie
Prince, King, nor Empreour
Fra this dome ane fute may [...]le
For all his gold and his valour.
Thairfoir thow blenk in this Mirrour
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 [...]ak gude sich [...]
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.
FINIS.
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 coft 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 ressane it,
I am the Lord maid the of nocht
Lyke my awin Image hes the wrocht,
The to all frelage I did restoir,
Sen my dart 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 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.
Bewar I am ane Ielous God,
I am na Image, stock nor wod:
Thairfoir giue nane of thay my gloi [...],
Sen [...] heuin mon be the rod
Gif me thy hart I ask no moir.
Let be thy sculptill honouris vaine
Quhilkis ar confouudie and prophaine
And swa ar all dois them adoir,
[...] testifyis Dauid in Scripture plaine
[...] thy hart I ask no moir,
[...] thow hes offendit,
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,
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.
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.
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.
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.
Be kynde againe for heuin Celestiall,
Quhair gloir and Ioy without end sall be,
[Page 202]Be kynde and dreid the cruell paine of hell
Theus thee the ane, for doutles thow mon die.
FINIS.
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.
Be not ouir proude in thy prosperitie
For as it cummis, sa will it pas away,
The tyme to compt is 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.
FINIS.
¶Quod King Iames the first.