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 haâ—â—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 Èœit efter the I rin Grant me that I may with the Reigne And at thy port get in To thy mercy with the will I go 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 sweiâ—â— 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 Throw Christis blude frelie 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 To thy mercy with the will I go 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 haÌ„d labour thow sall eit be not feird And fair weill thow sall euerie day Thy wyâ—â—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 â—â—and round about the Sa will the Lord mak the abill And fill thy hous with honestie Sa sall God him euer blis That dâ—â—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 â—â—e to thy greit weill How prosperous Ierusalem sall be And thow ressaâ—â—t to greit heill Anâ—â— 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 And all my mone 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 With ane accord let vs thank the Lord Richt hartfullie With hart and Spreit sing Psalmes sweâ—â—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 Go from my winde go 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
micht Sauit to be I grant that I haue faultie soir To stok and stane geuand his gloir And heipand warkis into stoir for my remeid War not his mercy is the moir I had bene deid Thow lytill bill thy wayis thow wend And schaw my mynde from end to end Till them that will repent and mend thow schaw them till Beleue in Christ quhome God hes send and wirk his will FINIS RICHT soir opprest I am with panis smart Baith nicht and day makand my woful mone To God for my misdeid quhilk hes my hart Put in sa greit distres with wo begone Bot gif he send me sum remeid anone I list not lang my lyfe for till Indure Bot to the deid bowne cairfull Creature I can not do my detfull obseruance Till him that heuin all the warld suld dreid Auld Adame is the caus of this mischance And turnis oft my faith in wickit deid War not the deid of Christ waâ—â— my remeid I list not on my lyfe for till tak cure Bot to the deid bowne cairfull creature O God of gloir quhais micht is infinite Grant me thy grace quhome sin haldis in thrall To â—â—echt aganis my fleshe quhilk hes the wyte Of all my wo and my appeirand fall Thow gaue command in neid on the to call And for thy Sonnis saik I suld be sure That thow suld saue all sinfull creature Remember Lord my greit fragilitie Remember Lord thy Sonnis passioun For I am borne with all iniqutie And can not help my awin Saluatioun Thairfoir is my Iustificatioun Bâ—â— Christ quhilk cled him with my nature To saue from schame all sinfull creature O Lord sen thow thy word to me hes send Thow let it neuer returne to the in vaine Bot let me perseueir vnto the end To my auld sin let me not turne againe For then bene far better into plaine Not till haue hard thy precept in Scripture Then knawand it die cairfull creature FINIS ALLACE that same sweit face That deit vpon ane tre To purches mankynde peace From sin to mak vs fre Allone to be our remedie To graith our place full meit He is ascendit hie And left with vs his Spreit To worship Spirituallie Onlie to be our remedie He had quhen he was gone Apply vs haillelie To serue our God alone In Spreit and veritie Alone to be our remedie Na kynde of outward deid How haly that euer it be May saif vs at our neid Nor Èit vs Iustifie Nor Èit can mak vs remedie Bot Christ we neid nathing Quhaiâ—â—throw sauiâ—â— we suld be He is ane potent King And will alanerlie Onlie be our remedie His testament maist perfyte Plainely dois testifie Quhilk his apostillis did wryte That nane may saif bot he Nor Èit can mak vs remedie Bot now sen he is gone To ring Eternallie We worschip sloâ—â—k and stone Can nouther heir nor se Nor Èit can mak vs remedie We haue dwelt all to lang In fais Hypocrisie Trew faith Lord mak vs fang Wirkand be cheritie Only to be our remedie FINIS I CALL on the Lord Iesus Christ. I haue nane vther help bot the My hart is neuer set at rest Till thy sweit word comfort me Ane steidfast faith grant me thairfoir To hald be thy word euer moir Abufe all thing â–ª neuer resisting Bot to Incres in faith moir and moir Èœit anis againe I call on the Heir my request O mercyfull Lord I wald faine hope in thy mercie And can not be thairto restoird Except thow illuminate with thy grace My blind and naturall waiknes Caus me thairfoir haue hope in stoir In thy mercie and sweit promeis Lord prent into my hart and mynde Thy haly Spreit with feruentnes That I to the be not vnkynde Bot lufe the without fenÈeitnes Lat nathing draw my mynde from the Bot euer to lufe the ernestlie Let not my hart vnkyndly depart From the richt lufe of thy mercie Giue me thy grace Lord I the pray To lufe my enemeis hartfullie Howbeit thay troubill me alway And for thy caus do sclander me â–ª Èœit Iesus Christ for thy gudnes Fulfill my hart with forgiuenes That quhill I liue I them forgiue That do offend me mair and les I am chmpassit rounde about With soir and strang temptatioun Thairfoir gude Lord delyuer me out From all this wickit Natioun The Deuill the warld the fleshe also Dois follow me quhair euer I go Thairfoir wald I delyuerit be Thy help I seik Lord and no mo Now seis thow Lord quhat neid I haif Thair is none vther to plenÈe to Thairfoir thy haly Gaist I craif To be my gyde quhair euer I go That in all my aduersitie I forÈet not the lufe of the Bot as thow Lord hes geuin thy word Let me thairin baith liue and die FINIS OF mercy Èit he passis all In quhome I traist and euer sall For to nane vther will I call â–ª To die thairfoir to die thairfoir For thair is nane vther Saluatioun Bot be that Lord that sufferit Passioun Upon our Saulis he hes compassioun And deit thairfoir and deit thairfoir That Lord sa far had vs in mynde He come from heuin and tuke mankynde He haillit the seik sair lamit and blinde And deit thairfoir and deit thairfoir To pray to Peter Iames or Iohne Our Saullis to saif power haue thay none For that belangis to Christ allone He deit thairfoir he deit thairfoir I Traist to God of suretie Be Christis blude saint to be In quhilk I hope sa faithfullie â–ª To die thairfoir to die thairfoir Thair is na deidis that can saue me Thocht they be neuer sa grit plentie Bot throw Christ and his grit mercy Quhilk deit thairfoir quhilk deit thairfoir Gif deidis micht saue our Saulis from paine Then Christis blude was sched in vaine As Èe may reid in Scripture plaine To die thairfoir to die thairfoir Èœit sum hes hope â–ª sauit to be For doing deidis of Cheritie Faith can not saue â–ª quhair na deidis be Thay lie thairfoir thay lie thairfoir The theif was saift be faith trewlie And not for deidis of Cheritie As wrytis Luk twentie and thre To die thairfoir to die thairfoir Fyre without heit â–ª can not be â–ª Faith will haue warkis of suretie Al 's fast as may conuenientlie Be done but moir Now Lord that deit vpon ane tre And sched thy blude sa plenteouslie Ressaue our Saullis to thy gloir We ask no moir we ask no moir FINIS WE suld into remembrance Of Iesus Christ our King Without ony dissimulance Be blyith and myrrie sing We war condampnit to the deid In hell for adamis mis Bot Iesus Christ the peice hes maid Betuix God and vs. Christ is our God and Sauiour Our help and our refuge Our brother and our Mediatour Our aduocate and Iudge Sen on our syde is God him sell Quha dar againe him pleid For
he hes vincust sin and hell The Deuill and also deid This greit gudnes that Christ hes done God let vs neuer forÈet Bot thank and loue that Lord abone With sangis sweitly set FINIS HAY let vs sing and mak greit mirth Sen Christ this day to vs is borne For had not bene that blyssit birth Mankynde alwayis had bene forlorne All men wer borne in sinfulnes Condampnit to Eternall deid Except Christ that in richteousnes Was only borne for our remeid And he gif we beleue hes â—â—oist His innocens for our trespas Had not bene Christ we had bene loist O blyssit birth that euer was FINIS IN Burgh and land Eist â–ª west â–ª nor South We glorie for to speik of Christ And his Euâ—â—ngell in our mouth Bot far fra him ourhartis we wreist To Goddis Law quha will aduert Sall steidfast in his promeis traist And lufe our brethren with our hart â–ª And fle from â—â—in and vice detest Lufe is fulfilling of the Law As Paule reheirsis in his wryt Of Christ nathing forsuith we knaw That hes na faith and lufe perfyte The Scripture plainely dois accord Quha will not wirk his fatheris will Bot sayis euerie day Lord Lord Sall neuer cum in heuin him till Brether and sisteris that will resort Till Christ and with his Gospell mell Do as Èe say I Èow exhort And now na mair dissaue Èour sell. Or God sall tak his word againe Fra vs syne will it send To them that will not wirk in vaine Bot perseueir vnto the end FINIS ¶ Ane sang contrair idolatrie WE suld beleue in God abufe And in nane vther thing Quha traiâ—â—tis in him he will them lufe And grant them thair asking Contrair it is to Goddis command To trow that help may cum Of Idoles maid with mennis hand Quhilk ar baith deif and dum Quha dois adorne Idolatrie Is contrair the haly writ For stock and staine is Mammontrie Quhilk men may carue or quhite The apostillis that wrait the veritie Expresly do conclude That Idoles suld detesâ—â—it be As contrair to Christis blude Èœe sempill pepill vnperfite Greit Ignorance may Èe tell Of stock and staine hes mair delite Then into God him sell. FINIS ¶ Ane ballat of the Epistill on Christinmes euâ—â—n THE grace of God appeiris now Our helth and our Saluatioun To teiche and instruct vs how In all countrie and Natioun That we suld leue our wickitnes And fle vaine warldly appetyte Iust haly be with sobernes Leif in the warld a lyfe perfyte That blyssit hope for to abyde The cumming of greit God of gloir And Iesus Christis woundis wyde The Sauiour of les and moir Quhilk for our saik he gaue him sell To saif from Sin and purge vs cleir Ane chosin pepill in speciall In gude warkis to perseueir To studie in them nicht and day Thus we suld ane exhort ane vther Of Goddis word to sing and say And euery man to lufe his brother FINIS OF thingis twa I pray the Lord Deny me not befoir I die All vanitie and leâ—â—nd word Full far away thow put fra me Extreme pureteth nor greit riches Thow giue me not in na kin wise Bot only of thy greit gudnes â–ª Giue me that may my neid suffice For be I riche I may perchance Say quha is God and him misknaw And na thing bot my self aduance And him forÈet and all his Law Or be I pure and haue na geir Than man I out her reif or steill Or than my Goddis name manesweir And set him at full lytill vaill FINIS LORD Father God that gaif me lyfe Thow leif me not to do my will Bot grant thy grace to me Catiue Thy godlie Law for to fulfill The prydefull luking of myne eine Lat nocht be rutit in my hart All euill desyre that in me bene Full far from me thow wald aduart Ane gredie stomokis appetyte And all surfet thow tak from me And al 's I pray the mak me quyte Of fleschelie lust and Licherie Remone from me all thrawardnes Al 's weill in mynde as outward deid And tak from me vnschamefastnes And God and man to lufe and dreid FINIS BLIS blissit God thir giftis gude Quhilk thow hes geuin to be our fude Us blis and mak thankfull in deid Be Iesus Christ that blissit seid In quhome all blissing we ressaif Be quhome all blissing we ask and craif Grant blissing Lord of michtis maist God Father Sone and haly Gaist FINIS BLissiing gloir wisdome hartly thankfulnes And godly honouris all micht and fortitude We offer the Lord with lawly humbilnes Committing our selfis haili to thy Celsitude Asking for Christ quhilk for vs gaue his blude Grace for to be in hart and mynde thankfull For all thy gude and fre giftis plentifull FINIS NOW let vs sing with Ioy and mirth In honour of our Lordis birth For his lufe and humanitie Quha gaue him self for vs to die Be Adame we wer all forlorne Bot now Christ Iesus till vs is borne Hes fred vs fra Captiuitie And vincust hes our Enemie Quhen he was borne nane did him snib To ly richt law intill ane Crib Ane Ore ane asse richt tenderlie Refresâ—â—hit his humanitie His Godheid mysteris na support For it was full of all comfort Quhilk equall is in all degre Unto his fatheris Maiestie The angellis sang with mirrynes Unto the Hyrdis mair and les And bad them of gude comfort be For Christis new Natiuitie For we war all at Goddis horne This Babe to Èow that now is borne Sall mak Èow sail and for Èow die And Èow restoir to libertie This Babe for Èow did sched his blude And tholit deid vpon the Rude And for his greit humanitie Exaltit is his Maiestie And now he is our aduocate Pray and for vs baith air and lait This can the Scripture verifie In sa far as ane man is he Thairfoir all tyde tyme and hour Pas vnto him as Mediatour Betuix the fatheris wraith and the Of sin gif thow wald clengeit be For he hes promeist with his hart To all sinneris that will reuart And fra thair sinfull lyfe will fle Sall ring with him Eternallie To God the Father mot be gloir And al 's to Christ for euer moir The haly Gaist mot blissit be Wirkar of this Natiuitie FINIS QVHA can discriue or put in write The grace and mercy of our Lord Quhais godly giftis infinite Men suld remember and record Conforme vnto his haly word Our Father God Fontaine of grace His Sone did send to ransoun vs From Sin and all our cairfull case And from the Deuill maist dangerous And â—â—lew that Serpent vennemous Christ come rycht sweit as ane seruand Of seruitude to mak vs fre And broken hes the Deuillis band Quhilk led vs in Captiuitie Quhairfoir we thank his grit mercie Christ beand ryche in heuinlie gloir And we rycht pure and
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 theÌ„ in yair neid And be thair strenth at all tymes and remeid Rewaird thy fais according to thair wrang Seuâ—â— 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 al 's 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 Èœit 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 Èœit 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 Èit 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 â–ª 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 Èœit O God maist gracious To thy mercy with the will I go I grant my sinfull lyfe did vse In Sensualitie Èœit 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 Èœit 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 plentâ—â—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 al 's did eik the same And I to Sin was said To thy mercy with the will I go Bot Èit 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 Thow art the veritie 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 al 's that Salomone Suld bruik King Dauids throne To sinners al 's 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 Èœit 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 Thy mercy quhen I heir 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 â—â—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 And let me not from the depart My God Omnipotent Sen vnto the I schaw my smart Richt pure and indigent To thy mercy with the will I go 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 Of hell the dyntis dour And in this mortall lyfe he is My strang defence and tour To thy mercy with the will I go Conforme thy Spreit maist principal Into me throw thy grace For sin richt lang held me in thrall And put me from thy face Èœit 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
to Iudge baith quick and deid we trow in God the haly Spreit In all distres our comfort sweit we trow the Kirk Catholick be And faithfull Christin companie Throw all the warld with ane accord Remissioun of our Sin we trow And this same flesche that leuis now Sall stand vp at the latter day And bruik Eternall lyfe for ay FINIS OVR Father God Omnipotent Quhen Christ thy Sone was heir present He bad vs euer pray to the Becaus we knew not for to pray He leirnit vs quhat we suld say â–ª Syne hecht to heir vs mercyfullie Sen the to call is thy command Thyne awin wordis then vnderstand Quhilk thow hes promeist for till heir Behald not my vnrichteousnes Bot luke till Christis richteousnes And with thy faith my Spreit vp steir â–ª Lord thow will haue allanerlie worschip in Spreit and veritie And to â—â—ane vther giue thy gloir Thy Name then let vs lufe and dreid And call on it in all our neid And thank and loue the euermoiâ—â— Destroy the Deuill his Realme and Reigne Quhilk of this warld is Prince and King And let thy Gospell be our gyde Conforme our lyfe efter thy word That we may reigne for euer O Lord In thy Kinrik with the to byde God grant that we may wirk thy will In eird thy plesure to fulfill Siclyke as in the heuin Impyre And quhat that euer we tak on hand May be conforme to thy command And nathing efter our desyre Giue vs this day our daylie breid And all thing that thow hes maid For mennis sustentaâ—â—ioun And all thing quhair of we haue neid Our saull and body for to feid But sleuth or solistatioun Forgiue our sinnis and our trespas For Christis saik quhilk geuin was To deid for our Redemptioun As we forgiue all Creature Offendand vs baith riche and pure Hartfully without exemptioun Defend vs from temptatioun The feind and his decatioun The warld sa fals the fragill flesche Saif vs from schame and from dispair 〈…〉 beleue and Lollaris lair And Deuillis doctrine mair or les Deliuer vs from euillis all Baith Spirituall and Corporall And grant vs grace quhen we sall die And fea this present lyfe we wend That we may mak ane blyssit end Syne reigne with the Eternallie Power nor gloir Impyre nor tryne Is nane in heuin â–ª nor eirth bot thyne And euer mair sall sa remaine Thairfoir thow may and wil releue All them that can in Christ beleue From deid the deuill â–ª and hellis paine FINIS ¶ The effect of the Sacrament of Baptisme and first institutioun thairof declaring alswa quhat singular comfort we obtene be the lamin CHRIST baptist was be Iohne in Iordan flude For to fulfil for vs all richteousnes And our Baptisme do tit with Sanctitude And greit vertew to wesche our sinfulnes To drowne the deid and hell for to oppres Quhen Goddis word with water Ioynit be Throw Faith to gif vs life Eternallie For our waiknes God of his mercy sweit To strenth our Faith ordand this Sacrament In Name of Father Sone and haly Spreit To welche our body and in our minde to prent That worde and water outward represent â–ª Throw wirking of the Spirit into our hart That Christis blude wesâ—â—his away the sin In wart Our Baptisme is ane takin and ane signe That auld Adame suld drownit be and die And grauit in the deid of Christ our King To rise with him to life Eternallie That is we suld our sin ay mortifie Resistand vice leif haly Iust and trew And throw the Spirit daylie our life renew Be figure and be word Christ did vs teiche The Fatheris voyce was hard sayand full cleiâ—â— Iesus quhome I haue send my word to preiche He is my weilbelouit Sone sa deir In word â–ª in wark allone Èe sall him heir In him is all my plesure and delyâ—â—e To him I Èow commit baith small and greit The haly Gaist come downe to testifie His doctrine and his Baptisme to declare In forme of dow sat on him soberlie In our Baptisme to dout not nor dispair Baith Father Sone and haly Gaist ar thair To be our gyde the Trinitie him sell Hes geuin in eird with vs to dwell Christ had his Apostillis preiche to all creature That thay with sin and hell war all forlorne Quha will beleue and traist my wordis sure And Bapteist is and new againe is borne And Sathan and his warkis hes forsworne Thay sall be saif and neuer mair sall die Bot ring in gloir perpetuall with me Quha will not this greit grace beleif to hell Sal be condempmt with Eternall deid Quhair Purgatorie and pardounis will not sell And gude Intent thair Pylate plieâ—â—t and leid Dum ceremoneis â–ª the quhilk themself hes maid And vowis vaine quhilk thay did neuer keip Sall gar thame gnashe thair teith eyis weip Our eine seis outward bot the watter cauld Bot our pure faith the power spirituall Of Christis blude inwart it dois behauld Quhilk is ane leuand well Celestiall Èœit for to purge the penitent with all Our natiue sin in Adame to expell And all trespas committit be our sell. Our Baptisme is not done all on ane day Bot all our lyfe it lestis Idenike Remissioun of our sin induris for ay For thocht we fall throw grit fragylitie The cunnand anis contract faithfullie Be our grit God at Font sall euer remaine Al 's oft as we repent and sin refraine We can not giue to God louing conding For sa greit grace and mercy Infinite Quhilk Institute this Sacrament and Sing â–ª Quhais greit vertew in veirs I can not dyâ—â—e Bot mony cunning Clerk of it dois wryte Full Christianely al 's the Catechisme buke Declaris at lenth quha list to luke ¶ The Supper of the Lord and richt vse of it to be sung OVR Sauiour Christ King of grace With God the Father maid our peace And with his bludie woundis fell Hes vs redemit from the Hell And he that we suld not forÈet Gaue vs his body for to eit In forme of breid and gaue vs syne â–ª His blude to drink in forme of wyne Quha will ressaue this Sacrament Suld haue trew faith and sin repent Quha vsis it vnworthelie Ressauis deid Eternallie We suld to God giue praise and gloir That sched his blude vs to restoir Ciâ—â— this in his remembrance In signe of thy delyuerance Thow suld not dout bot fast beleue That Christis body sall releue All them that ar in heuines Repentand sair thair sinfulnes Sic grace and mercy nane can craif Bot thay that troublit hartis haif Feill thow then sin abstene thy sell â–ª Or thy rewaird â—â—all be in hell Christ sayis sinners cum vnto me Quhilk myster hes of my mercie Neidis thow nocht my Medicine I lois my paine and trauell tyne Giue thow thy self thy Saull culd win In vaine I deit for thy sin My Supper
is nocht graithit for the Gif thow can mak thy self supplie Will thow thy sinfull life confes And with this wark thy faith expres Sa ar Èe worthie small and greit And it sall strenth Èour faith perfite And thow sall thankfull be thairfoir And loue thy God for euermoir Thy Nichtbour lufe and al 's supplie His neid as Christ hes done for thee ¶ Certaine Graces to be sung or said befoir or efter meit ALL meit and drink was creat be the Lord Ressauie for to be with thankfulnes Til all faithful knawers of the trew word To satisfie thair neid with sobernes All fude is gude the quhilk God creat hes And not to be refusit ony day Only to God geuing the louing ay Be prayer and be Goddis word all meit Unto the clene all thingis is clene to eit Thairfoir we pray his godly Maiestie To blys our meit and all our companie And saif vs fra erces and drunkinnes Efter our meit to thank his gentilnes CHRIST leirnit vs on God how we suld call And bad vs pray syne hecht to heir vs all Our Father God quhilk is in heuin sa hie Thy glorious Name with vs mot hallowit be Let cum to vs thy Kingdomâ—â— and thy gloir Thy will mot be fulfillit euermoir In eird as it is in heuin but variance Giue vs this day our daylie sustenance Forgiue our dettis for Christis paine and smart As we forgiue our detteris with our hart And leid vs not into temptatioun Bot for Christ Iesus bitter passioun Delyuer vs from euillis Spirituall And corporall now and perpetuall Saif vs gude Lord for thy promeis deuyne For Kingdome power gloir and all is thyne WE thank our God baith kynde and liberall His grace and mercy dois euer Indure He genis sustentatioun to vs all To man and beist and euerie creature And he allone dois frid baith riche and pure Thairfoir to God be gloir allanerlie Throw Iesus Christ we thank him hartfullie ALL Creature on the Lord dependis Thair sustenance for to ressane of the Thair meit drink in tyme to them thow sendis Thow oppinnis furth thy hand full graciously And satisfyis all flesche aboundantly Blys vs gude Lord into thir giftis gude Quhilk thow hes geuin to be our daylie fude. TO our gude God of warldis Lord and King Full of mercy â–ª only trew and wyse Be louing honour gloir without ending Kingdome Impyre hiest renoun and pryse With mynde and mouth giue we ane thousand syse All gloir to him quhilk alone worthie is Asking for Christ to bring vs to his blis WE thank the God of thy gudnes Throw Iesus Christ our gracious Lord For thy greit mercy and gentilnes Quhilk teidis vs with thy sweit word Sen all that euer tuke lyfe of the Thow satisfyis aboundantlie We praise the all with ane accord As thow hes fed this sinfull flesche Quhilk sone sall die and turne in asse Siclyke the sillie saull refresche The quhilk Immortall creat was God for thy grace and mercy greit Grant vs ane steidfast faith perfite And in thy gloir with the to pas To God on heich be louing maist Quhilk lowsis sin allanerlie Till all that will repent and traist On Iesus Christ his Sone onlie Thow makis them thy Sone and air Throw him thow will them saif from tair To quhome be gloir Eternallie ¶ Certaine spirituall sangis togidder with ane confessioun of sin and ane prayer SORE I complaine of Sin And with King Dauid weip I feill my hart within The wraith of God full deip I wyte my greit trespas Is caus of all my wo Quhair with God greuit was Full sore and oft also O God I me confes Ane sinfull creature Full of all wretchiâ—â—nes Fragill vaine vyle and pure Thair is na gude in me Bot pryde lust and desyre And warldis vanitie The way to hellis fyre Except God do me saue From hell and endles paine My sin will me dissaâ—â—e Quhilk I can not refraine My only hope and traist Help my fragillitie My sinnes to detest Resistand constantlie O Cast me not away For my grit sinne o Lord I grant my vices all Blasphemit hes thy word God for thy grit mercie And Christis woundis wyde Ane steidfast Faith grant me Allone to be my gyde Christ Goddis Sone allone Uictour of deid and hell Thow tuke my nature one My sinnis to expell And gaif thy self to plaige Me Catiue to conuoy To my richt heritage From paine to heuinlie ioy Thy seruand Lord defend â–ª Quhome thow hes bocht sa deir Trew preichours to me send Thy word to schaw me cleir Lat me my lyfe amend And thairin perseueir Grant me ane blyssit end Quhen I sall part from heir O Lord God haly Spreit Full of benignitie Trew Christis promeis sweit Teiche me the veritie Expell my Ignorance My sinnis mortiâ—â—ie Grant me perseuerance Unto the end trewlie FINIS ¶ Ane sang of our corrupt nature and the only remeid thairof WE wretchit sinners pure Our sin hes vs forlorne Thairin all creature consauit is and borne Sin hes wrocht vs sic paine That we without remeid Condempnit or and slane to hell the deuil deid Lord haue mercy on vs Christ haue mercy c. Our warkis can nocht be As dois the Law requyre Nor Èit can satisfie our Fatheris wraith and Ire Na deid can mak vs fre From our greit sinfulnes Bot Goddis Sone must die for our vnrichteousnes Lord haue mercy on vs Christ haue c. Or had not Christ bene send Cled in our vyle nature Fra hell vs to defend our deidly wound to cure And willingly to die Fra Sin to mak vs clene We had Eternallie In hell condampâ—â—â—â—â—ine Lord haue mercy on vs Christ haue c. Man now hes thy peace Sic lufe God schawis the He takis the in his grace his mortall Ennemie â–ª Throw Faith in Christ sa kynde Quhilk frely gaif him sell On Croce for to be pynde to saif vs fra the hell Lord haif mercy Christ haif mercy Lord. c. This we suld euer beleue And nocht dispair for sin For hel caÌ„ not vs greue the deid nor deuil thair in We ar maid Iust and rycht And fred from panis sore Throw christ y e Lord of micht blissit for euermore Lord haif mercy Christ haif mercy Lord. c Thairfoir lat vs loue and pryse God the Father feruentlie we thank ane thousand syse his sones Maiestie we pray the haly Gaist Our sin to mortifie And not dispair bot traist gods word maist faithfullie Lord haif mercy Christ haif mercy c. ¶ Ane sang of the fleshe and the Spirit ALL Christin men taktent and leir How saull and body is at weir Upon this eird baith lait and air With cruell battell Identlie And nane may not ane vther â—â—le ¶ The fleshe The flesche said sen I haue haill I will in Èouth with lustis
Deuill he draif me to dispair And hell was euer befoir myne eye God had greit pitie on my wo And aboue mesure schew me grace Quhen I was Èit his cruell fo Èœit he wald cure my cairfull case His lufe to me he did conuert From the maist deipest of his hart Quhilk coist him deir to mak my peace To his belouit Sone he said The tyme of mercy drawis neir To saif man and the feind Inuaid Thairfoir my hartly Sone sa deir Ga freith them from the feindis feid Thow man ouirthraw sin â–ª hell and deid Syne mon restoir baith haill and feir The sone his father did obey And come downe on the eird to me Borne of ane Mayd as wrytis Esay My kynde sweit brother for to be He tuke on him my nature vyle And did his power for to cryle Sathan and all his subteltie He said thow sall haue victorie Gif thow alone on me depend For I will giue my self for the Thy cairfull quarrell to defend For I am thyne and myne thow art And of my gloir thow sall haue part Syne ring with me withoutâ—â—â— end They man sched out my blyssit blude And reif alswa my lyfe from me I thosll this only for thy gude â–ª Beleue that firme and steid fastlie For my deid sall thy deid deuoir That sin sall the condampne no moir For be that way saif thow mon die Syne fra this present lyfe I fair To my father Celestiall Thy Mediator trew sall be thair And send to the my Spreit I sall To giue the consolatioun In all thy tribulatioun The treuth he sall Instruct Èow all My doing leirning mair and leâ—â— That leir and do vnfenÈeitlie For that dois Goddis Kirk Incres And his greit gloir dois Magnifie Be war of men and thair command Quhilk me and my word do gaâ—â—estand My last will heir I leif to the. FINIS ¶ Ane sang of the birth of Christ to be sung with the tune of Balulalow I COME from heuin to tell The best nowellis that euer befell To Èow thir tythingis trew I bring And I will of them say and sing This day to Èow is borne ane Chylde Of Mary meik â–ª and Virgin mylde That blyssit bairne vening and kynde Sail Èow reioyce baith hart and mynde It is the Lord â–ª Christ God and man He will do for Èow quhat he can Himself Èour Sauiour will be Fra sin and hell to mak Èow fre He is Èour richt Saluatioun From Euerlasting dampnatioun That Èe may ring in gloir and blis For euer mair in heuin with his Èœe sall him find but mark or wying Full semâ—â—ill in ane Cribe lying Salyis he quhilk Èow hes wrocht And all this warld maid of nocht Let vs reioyce and be blyith And with the Hyrdis go full swyith And se quhat God of his grace hes done Throw Christ to bring vs to his throne My saull and lyfe stand vp and se Quha lyis in ane Cribe of tre Quhat Babe is that sa gude and fair It is Christ Goddis Sone and air Welcome now gracious God of micht To sinneris vyle pure and vnricht Thow come to saif vs from distres How can we thank ' thy gentilnes O God that maid all Creature How art thow now becummin sa pure That on the hay and stray will ly Amang the assis Oxin and Ry. And war the warld ten tymes sa wyde â—â—led ouir with golde and stanis of pryde Unworthie it war Èit to the Under thy feit ane stule to be The Silk and Sandell the to eis Ar â—â—ay and sempill sweilling clais Quhairin thow gloris greitest King As thow in heuin war in thy King Thow tuâ—â— sic panis temporall To mak me riche perpetuall For all this warldis welth and gude Can nathing riche thy Celcitude O my deir hart Èoung Iesus sweit â–ª Prepair thy Creddili in my Spreit And I sall rocke the in my hart And neuer mair fra the depart Bot I sall praise the euer moir With sangis sweit vnto thy gloir The kneis of my hart sall bow And sing that richt Balulalow Gloir be to God Eternallie Quhilk gaue his only Sone for me The Angellis Ioyis for to heir The gracious gift of this new Èeir FINIS TO vs is borne a barne of blis Our King and Empreour Ane gracious Uirgin Mother is â–ª To God hir Sauiour Had not that blyssit barne bene borne We had bene euerie ane forlorne With Sin and feindis fell Christ Iesus loning be to the That thow ane man wald borne be To saif vs from the hell For neuer was nor â—â—all be man Nor woman in this lyfe Sen Adam first our sin began And Eue his wel dit wyfe That can be saif throw thair gude deid For poysound all ar adamis seid And can not sin refraine Quhill God him self fand the remeid And gaue his only Sone to the deid To freith vs from all paine We suld luse God and myrrie be And dryue away dispair For Christ is cummin from heuin sa hiâ—â— â–ª Our fall for to repair Na toung sic kyndnes can expres The forme of seruand takin hes And Verbum caro factum est Except Sin lyke vnto vs all Is freith vs from the feindis thrall And mend quhair we did mis. Full weill is them for euer moir That trowis faithfullie Be grace to ring with Christ in gloir Throw faith allanerlie â–ª And weill is them that vnderstude The gracious gift of Christis blude Sched sinners for to win Was neuer hard sa kynde ane thing Christ for his fais on Croce did hing To purge vs from our sin Thus thank we him full hartfully For his greit gentilnes We pray him for his greit mercy Trew Preichouris till Incres Fals Pharisians and fenÈeit lair Quhome we haue followit lait and air Baith them and vs forgiue God father Sone and haly Spreit Insâ—â—râ—â—ct vs in thy word sa sweit And efter it to liue FINIS IN dulce iubilo Now let vs sing with mirth Io. Our hart is consolatioun lyis in principio And schyms as the Sone Matris in gremio Alphaes O Alphaes O. O Iesu per nule I thrist soir efter the Confort my hart and mynde O puer optime God of all grace sa kynde princeps glorie Trahe me post te Trahe me post te Vbi sunt gaudia In ony place bot thair qubair that the angellis sing Noua cantica Bot and the bellis King In regis Curia God gif I war thair God gif I war thair ONLIE to God on heich be gloir And louing be vnto his grace Quha can condampne vs ony moir Sen we ar now at Goddis peace In till his fauour we ar taine Throw faith in Iesus Christ allane Be quhome his wraith sall end and ceis We worschip and we loue and pryse Thy Maiestie and magnitude That thow God Father only wife Kingis ouer all with fortitude Na toung can tell
thy strenth nor micht Thy wordis and thochtis all ar richt And all thy warkis Iust and gude Lord Iesus Christ Sone only borne Of thy Father Celestiall Thow sauit vs that was forlorne Fra sin and hell and Sathans thrall Lord Goddis Lamb thow tuke on the For all our Sin to satisfie Lord be mercyfull vnto vs. O haly Gaist our comfort gude From feindis feid thy flocke defend To thy keiping we them commend From errour and Hypocrise Strenth vs in the veritie To perseueir vnto the end FINIS ¶ Of the greit louing and blyithnes of Goddis word LORD God thy face and word of grace Hes lang bene hid be craft of men Quhill at the last the nicht is past And we full weill thair falset ken We knaw perfyte the haly wryte Thairfoir be gloir and praise to the Qudilk did vs giue this tyme to liue Thy word trew preichit for to se. Our barnis now weill knawis how To worschip God with seruice trew Quhilk mony Èeir our fatheris deir Allace thairfoir full sair mis knew Èœit God did feid his chosin in deid As Noe and Lâ—â—t and mony mo And had respect to his elect How euer the blind warld did go Sen throw thy strenth thy word at lenth Is preichit cleir befoir our ene Be Èit gude Lord misericord To them quhilk Èit dissanit bene And nocht dois knaw bot mennis law To thair greit dampnatioun Teiche them fra hand to vnderstand Thy word to thair Saluatioun Quha wald be saif first this mon haue To knaw thair sin syne trow in Christ Big on this ground let lufe abound With pacience prayer hope and traist On God thow call â–ª thank him of all To serue thy Nichtbour giue thy cure Thy conscience fre mon euer be This can giue the na creature Thow Lord abone mon giue alone Thir giftis for thy haly Name Quha will thair hart to Christ conâ—â—ert Na man can do them skaith nor schame Thocht Paip or King wald sa maling To mak the word of God forlorne Thair strenth sall faill and not prenaill Thocht thay the contrair all had sworne Lord let thy hand help in all land That thy Elect conuertit be Thy word to leir quhilk now dar sweir That thy word is bot herisie Thay giue thy word a fals record Quhilk neuer hard the veritie Nor neuer it red bot blindlingis led With Doctouris of Idolatrie The tyme is now but dout I trow Quhilk Paule did prophecie in writ Thocht heuin and eird suld ga areird Thy word sall stand fast and perfite Thocht that maist parc indure thair hart Setting thair strenth thy word againe Repent thay nocht thay salbe brocht Eternally to hellis paine Our Sauiour and Gouernour Is Christ quhais bludie wound is wyder Redemit hes from all distres Sinneris that will on him confide To him be gloir for euer moir To vs quhilk hes ane promeis maid Us to conuoy from paine to ioy Baith in our lyfe and in our deid We hope and traist the haly Gaist Sall not forÈet vs in our neid Sawe thy word with one accord Hald in our hart our saull to feid Let vs not mis thy gloir and blis Quhen fra this wretchit lyfe we wend Grant vs thy grace to die in peace And perseueir vnto the end FINIS ¶ Nunc dimittis the prayer of Symeon Luk ij Chapter LORD let thy seruand now depart In glaidnes rest and peace I am reioycit at my hart To se his godly face Quhome faithfully thow promeist me Christ Iesus King of grace This present deid sall be full sweit And into sleip sall changit be To rest syne ryse bot euer my Spreit Sall liue and be alwayis with the Throw faith in Christ my only traist Quhome presently I se. Our Sauiour thow hes him maid His deid sall saue vs all From sin and hell the deuill and deid His Resurrectioun sall Frelie vs giue euer for to liue In gloir perpetuall Of hethin folk blindit so soir He is the verray licht Quhilk neuer hard of him befoir Nor saw him with thair sicht He is the gloir praise and decoir And strenth of Israel richt FINIS ¶ Ane sang of the resurrectioun CHRIST gaue him self to deid And for our fault he mendis maid For vs he sched his precious blude With greit tryumphe vpon the Rude And sin and Sathan thair hes slaine And sauit vs from hellis paine For he againe fra deid vp rais Uictour of deid and all our fais He raif the Obligatioun Contrair to our Saluatioun Syne spoylÈeit Sathan hell and Sin And heuinlie gloir to vs hes win And we ar now at Goddis peace Throw Christ ressanit to his grace Our Father mercyfull he is And we sall Ring with him in blis Allalua allalua Benedieamus Domino FINIS ¶ Certaine Ballatis of the Scripture TILL Christ quhome I am haldin for to lufe I gif my thirlit hart in gouernance How suld I lufe and fra his trenth remuse Full wo wer me that drerie disseuerance Is na remeid saif only esperance For weill for wo for bâ—â—ist or Èit for schoir Quhair I am set I sall lufe euer moir And sen I must depart on neid I sall Be till him trew with hart and that I hecht And sen that I becummin am his thrall With body him serue with mynde all my micht He is the rute of my remembrance richt The verray crop â–ª quhome of I comfort tak Quhy suld I not do seruice for his saik Quhome suld I serue bot him that did me saue Quhome suld I dout bot him that dautis deid Quhome suld I lufe bot him attour the laif Of all my wo he is the haill remeid How suld I fle and can not find na feid Quhome suld I lufe bot him that hes my hart How suld we twin that na man can depart Thus vinbeset I am on euerie syde And quhat to do I can not weill deuise My flesche biddis fle my spreir biddis me byde Quhen cair cummis then comfort on me cryis Hope sayis get vp then langour on me lyis My panis biddis my wofull hart repent Bot neuer mair thairto will I consent Depart him fra my hart will neuer consent â–ª It biddis me byde and I sall neuer fle For be I takin slaine or Èit schent For sic ane King it is na schame to die Gif thair be grace into this eird for me It is committit from the heuin abufe Till Christ quhome I am haldin for to lufe FINIS RICHT soirly musing in my mynde For pitie soir my hart is pynde Quhen I remember on Christ sa kynde that sauit me Nane culd me saif from thyne till Ynde Bot only he He is the way trothe lyfe and licht The verray port till heuin full richt Quha enteris not be his greit micht ane theif is he That wald presume be his awin
thay ar a bludie byke And Èit 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 â–ª 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 schamâ—â— Lat thame knaw the for the God Eternall Allanerlie on the allone to call And the obey aboue all eirdlie thing Maist michâ—â—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 Almichtie God sall him defend And gyde him with his haly Gaist Thairfoir with mynde rype and degest Thow say to God my trew releue My hope â–ª my God of michtis maist Onlie in him I will beleue He sall delyuer the at neid â–ª 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 scheilâ—â— â–ª 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 al 's thow sall se â—â—en thousand At thy richt hand quhilk perische sall Èœit 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 fuâ—â—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 â–ª I sall the heir And in distres sall be with the. I sall restoir the haill and feir And al 's I sall the magnifie With lang lyfe dotit sall thow be And at the last I sall the bring Quhair throw eternall gloir sall se. For euer moir with me to King FINIS ¶ In exitu Israell Psal. lxxxj QVHEN fra Egypt departit Israell And Iacobis hous fra pepill barbour sefâ—â— 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 Èeid back it was sa red The montainis uiuifit ran athort lyke raÌ„mis The hillis dansit and lichtly lap lyke lambis Thow swelland sey quhat muiâ—â—it the to fle To gang abak Iordane quhat ailit the Quhat gart Èow montanis lyke raÌ„mis stert and stend And Èe hillis lyke laÌ„bis 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 Ar maid be men â–ª 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 Èell Thair nois thirlis can nouther sauer nor smell Thay haue handis can nouther feill nor grope Thair fundyit feit caÌ„ nouther gang nor loupe Thay can pronuÌ„ce 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 Èœe hous of Aaron in God put Èour beleif Èœour defendar and na man can Èow greif All worschippers of God traist in his Name He is Èour help and Sauiour allane The Lord hes mynde and mercy vpon vs will fauour vs and bring vs to his blis Al 's 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 Èoung 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 vnfenÈeitlie 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
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 That thow suld my Gospell spill 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 Èœit at thy dure lat me go To blame that will thow dois not richt I gaue the reuÌ„oun 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 al 's thy smart And al 's for the quhat was my part Remember the speir that thirlit my hart â–ª And in at my dure thow sall go And it wer Èit 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 gloriouâ— And be euer to vs luiffing That men on eird may knaw thy vâ—â— Thy sauing heill and richteousnes That thay be nocht led nicht 〈◊〉 Fra thy preceptis and trewIustiâ—â— 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 â–ª 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 Syne me to hald in richt 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 â—â—touir all thing Christ hes my hart ay He is fair sober and bening Sweit meik and gentill in all thing Maist worthiest to haue louing Christ hes my hart ay 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 â–ª 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 It dois them gude to do vs deir And to confusioun vs doun thring Allace Èour grace hes done greit wrang To suffer tyrannis in sic sort Daylie Èour leigis till ouer gang That dois bot Christis word report Christ sen Èour grace wald cry ane cry Out throw the Realme of all Scotland The man that wald liue faithfullie Èœe 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 Èour hartis and mak Èow bowne For Christis word se Èe 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 Èing In hour of deid grant vs thy strenth Glaidly to thoill thair crueltie And that we may with the at lenth Ressaâ—â—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 worâ—â— For he hes sene the law degre Of me his handmadin trewliâ—â— 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 richâ—â— As for his endles mercie It duris perpetuallie In euerie generatioun And thay that dreidis him vnfenÈeitlie 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 houâ—â— He puttis doun the michtie From thair hie estait and greit honour Excelling them of law degre The houngrie feidis he with gudâ—â— And lettis the riche ga emptie Quheâ—â— his awin pepill wantis fude It thinkis vpon his greit mercie And helpis his seruandis ane and all Euin Israel he hes promysit And to our fatheris perpetuall Abraham and to his seid 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 Èit 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 In this fals warld that is vntrew 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 BeÈond vther sternis all He was for vs ane man borne In the last part of tyme. Èœit keipit scho hir madinheid vnforlorne His Mother that bure him syne He hes hellis Èettis 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 Sâ—â— on his grace I will depend Quhill Lachesis draw my lyfe till end Syne leue my Saule quhen I am gone To Regne with thrinfald God in one 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 Èoung 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 Mark weill my Scripture and my Law Quhairin that thow sall find That with my faith I mak ane vow And knittis it with ane knot The treuth is sa â–ª 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 Èœock is wounder sweit And al 's 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 Èe that fair dois thrist Throuch brukilnes of the flesche Cum vnto me quhen that Èe liâ—â— â–ª I sall Èour 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 sâ—â—heip with subtell Scrinonis slie For doutles than war inwartlie Fals wolfis vnder cot Renunce thair Lawis and cum to uâ—â— Trewlie I hait the not Na man sall cum to me Except my Father him draw Nor se
drink was creat 16 All Christin men tak tent and leir 22 Allace that same sweit face 56 At the Riueris of Babylon 99 All myne hart ay this is my sang 121 Allone I weip in greit distres 129 Allace vnkyndlie Christ we haue exilit 161 All my Lufe leif me not 192 All Christin and Faithfull 194 ¶ B. BLISSIT is he quhoÌ„e God dois correct 28 Be blyith all Christin men and sing 40 Blis blissit God 65 Blissit ar thay that sittis in Goddis dreid 113 Baneist is Faith now euerie quhair 155 Blenk in this Mirrour man and mend 198 ¶ C. CHRIST Bapteist was be Iohne 12 Cum heir sayis Goddis Sone to me 25 Christ Iesus gaue him self to die 5â—â— Christ thow art the licht of day 126 Christ is the only Sone of God 127 Christ Iesus is ane A. per C. 128 ¶ D. DOVN be Èone Riuer I ran â–ª 147 ¶ E. EXCEPT the Lord with vs 97 ¶ F. FAITHFVLL in Christ vse Èone riches 35 Fra deip O Lord I call to the. 98 For lufe of one I mak my mone 114 For our gude man in heuin dois King 173 ¶ G. GIF Èe haue rissin from deid againe 69 God for thy grace thow keip no moir â—â—0 Greuous is my sorrow 132 Go hart vnto the Lamp of licht 142 God send euerie Preist ane wyfe 163 ¶ H. HELP God the former of all thing 37 Hay let vs sing and mak greit mirth 61 Haue mercy on me God of micht 104 Hay now the day dallâ—â— 168 ¶ I. I COME from heuin to tell 43 In dulce iubilo 47 I call on the Lord Iesus Christ 57 In Burgh and land 62 I will the lufe my gracious Lord and King 100 In â—â—ill ane mirthfull Man morning 120 Iohne cum kis me now 138 I am wo for thir wolfis sa wylde 159 ¶ K. KNAW Èe not God Omnipotent 183 ¶ L. LORD God thy face and word of grace 49 Lord let thy seruand now depart 51 Lord Father God that gaue me lyfe 65 Let vs reioyce and sing 73 Lord let me neuer be confoundit 41 ¶ M. MOYSES vpon the Mont Sinay 7 My lufe murnis for me 122 My Saull dois Magnifie the Lord 125 Musing greitly in my mynde 145 Musing greitly in my mynde 155 ¶ N. NOW let vs sing with ioy and mirth 66 ¶ O. OVR Father God Omnipotent 10 Our Sauiour Christ King of grace 15 Onlie to God on heich 47 Of mercy Èit he passis all 59 Of thingis twa I pray the Lord 64 O Lord how lang for euer will thow forÈet 78 O Lord quha sall in heuin dwell with the 78 O Lord aduert vnto my voyce 86 O God be mercyfull to vs 199 Our brother let vs put in graue 14â—â— O Christ quhilk art the licht of day 151 Of the fals fyre of Purgatorie 163 O man ryse vp and be not sweir 119 O man behald this warldis vaniteis 201 ¶ P. PRAY God for grace my lafe maist 146 Preistis in Christ beleue 170 ¶ Q. QVHA can discriue or put in writ â—â—8 Quha suld my Melâ—â—â—e amend 72 Quhat is the caus O God Omnip â—â—4 Quha on the hiest will depend 93 Quhen fra Egypt departit Israel 95 Quho is at my windo quho 116 ¶ R. RICHT soirlie musing in my mynde 54 Richt soir opprest I am 54 Remember man 175 ¶ S. SOIR I complaine of Sin 19 Sinneris vnto my sang aduert 30 Saue vs gude Lord 76 Say weill is throuchly a worthie 181 ¶ T. TO vs is borne ane barne of blis 45 Till Christ quhome I am haldin 52 The grace of God appeiris now 63 The Lord is my Pastor 79 Thow sall not follow 83 Till trew in hart God of Israel 68 The Lord sayis I will schaw 129 The Hethin folk Lord 101 Tell me now and in quhat wise 123 The Bischop of Helâ—â— brak his neck 158 The wind blawis cauld 166 The Paip that Papane full of pryde 178 ¶ W. WE trow in God allanerlie 9 We thank the God of thy gudnes 18 We wretchit sinneris pure 21 We suld into remembrance 60 We suld beleue in God abuse 63 Wird heuie hart full of distres 148 Welcum Lord Christ 150 With huntis vp 152