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
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
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
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
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
desolatioun Thow settis in the haly place â–ª Be Antichristis fals perswasioun My Sonnis passioun to deface Quhairfoir my Iustice mouit me 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 â—â—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 Èœit my word dois intimate Iohne how thow must kis me Repent thy Sin vnfenÈeitlie Beleue my promeis in Christis deith This kis of faith will iustifie the As my Scripture plainely saith Mak na delay cum by and by Quhen that I do the call Lest deith do stryke the suddanelie And sa cum nocht at all 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 groundiâ—â— 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 Crocâ—â— Thow sall vpbring and nourishe me 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 Redemiâ—â— 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 lyâ—â—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 Donâ—â—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 Èock full sweit Bot Èit is leuand in his Spreit The Saull leuis with God I say The body sleipis quhill Domisday Then Christ sall bring them baith to gloir To 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 Èœe faithfull thairfoir let him sleip And nocht lyke Hethin for him weip Bot deiply prent into Èour 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 â—â—on haue end Change it fra paine and miserie To lest and gloir Eternallie And sall our day is schort and vaine â–ª 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 â–ª Thy body perfit and properlie maid Èœit man as floure thow sall faid And downe thow sall cum downe ay â–ª Thocht thow war euer Eternall As man that neuer suld haue ane fall Èœit doutles die thow sall And downe sall cum downe ay downe ay â–ª Thocht thow war man neuer sa thrall Remember Èit 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 degrâ—â— In riches nor in dignitie Remember man that thow man die And downe sall cum downe ay downe ay Thair is na King â–ª 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 bludâ—â— That we him lufe with hart inteir In welch and want be land and flude Ask and haue sayis the Lord Al 's geue and geuin sall be to Èow 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
that Èe leir Remember alwayis that schort be Èour dayis The day of the Lord drawis neir That day sall horribill be and eik terribill â–ª Quheâ—â— that Iust Iudge sall appeir In his birnand Ire to iudge the warld with fyre The day of the Lord drawis neir At ane Trumpet blast we sall be all agast Heuin â–ª hell eird â–ª 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 â–ª 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 Èe to the hell with Deuillis to dwell The heuin Èe 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 Eleâ—â— and my awin sweit Sect Èœour hyre sall not be in weir Baith Saull and body in heuin Eternallie Thay sall dwell with me richâ—â— neir Quhairfoir I do call 〈…〉 To ryis and be neuer sweir 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 â—â—e Suppois he haue land and gold to spend Array Èow 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 â—â—le For all his gold and his valour Thairfoir thow blenk in this Mirrour That is graciouslie to the send Think on the sweit and al 's 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 â—â—ak gude sichâ—â— 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 Èeir My new Èeir 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 Gif me thy hart I ask no moir 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 gloiâ—â— 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 Contrair my Law thy lyfe hes spendit My mercy is reddy Èit as of befoir In this new Èeir 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 quheÌ„ to pas Think thow moÌ„ 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 â–ª quhill thow hes tyme space Exempill tak daylie as thow may se Quhen deith cummis thair is na vther grace Bot Èeild the than for doutles thow mon die Èœeild 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 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 â–ª 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 â–ª 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 THE TABILL ¶ A. ALL Meit and