A Compendious Bulk of Godly Psalms and Spiritual Songs, Psalms and ballads · Part 7 – Part 37
¶ Noli aemulari in malignantibus. psal. xxxvij.
THOW sall not follow wickit menis wayis
Nor ȝit murne that sinfull hauehave gude dayis.
For lyke the widderit hay sone sall thay faid
And as the grasse that wallowis rute and blaid
Bot in the Lord put thow thy haill beleif,
And wirk his will and not yat may him greif
And than the frutefull land thow sall posses,
Aboundantlie, and sall hauehave grit riches,
Into the Lord put all thy haill delyte,
And he sall grant thy hartis appetyte.
Schaw furth befoir the Lord thy mynd and will
And traist in him he sall it weill fulfill.
Than as the goldin morning schynis bricht▪
Sa sall thy Iustice schine till euerie wicht,
And as the Sone in midday schawis fair,
Sa sall thy vertew knawin be alquhair,
Upon the Lord hauehave euer thyne intent.
Befoir thyne eine and hauehave him ay present.
And mufe the not at thair prosperitie▪
That leuis all thair lyfe wrangouslie.
Remoue rancour, and Ire furth of thy thoch…
The ill exempill of the wickit follow nocht.
For cruell men sall sune destroyit be,
Bot quha abydis the Lord pacientlie
Sall bruke the land, and his possessioun
Full peciabillie▪ without oppressioun.
Suffer a lytill quhile, and thow sall se,
The wickit man perishe befoir thyne E,
Thow sall behald him and his mantioun▪
Be brocht to nocht and vtter confusioun.
But humbill men sall inherite the eird.
And leif in peace fra wickit mens reird.
The sinful man with euill will await,
The Innocent that can mak na debait▪
With countenance austeir sall on him gyrne,
His I refull hart with baill sall euer byrne.
Bot yu gude Lord, sall lauch thame all to scorne
And knawis the tyme that thay salbe forlorne
The cruell men sall draw thair birnist brand,
And hauehave thair bow bent reddy in thair hand
For till slay the meik and Innocent.
That thay may cum to thair wickit intent.
Thair awin sword sall stryke thame throw the hart,
And brokin sall thair bow be in all part.
The lytill of the Iust is mair commendit,
Sa that it be weill win and better spendi…,
Than is the grit ryches of wickit men,
Quhair throw thay do baith god & man miskē
The power of the wickit sall decay,
Bot God sall preserue the Iust man for ay.
The tymes of the Iust, God dois record,
Thair heritage salbe with God the Lord:
In tyme of perrell thay sal not be agast,
And in grit derth thair fude salbe adrest.
Bot witkit men sall perishe in thair neid
And thay that of the gude Lord hes na dreid,
Lyke Sacrifice thay sall consumit be,
Quhair of bot reik, thow can na mair se
The wickit man will tak, and wil not pay.
The Iust frelie wil gif without delay,
Quha lu…ffis him, and of him speikes gude,
Sall bruke the land, bor quha will delude
Or dois blaspheme the kynde and liberall,
Sall rutit be furth of memoriall.
The paithis of the Iust▪ God dois direct,
He luiffis him and will him not neclect.
Suppose he fall be sey, or ȝit be land,
God will erect him with his helping hand:
I hauehave bene ȝung, and cum now to grit age,
Ȝit saw I neuer the Iust left in thirlage,
Nor ȝit hauehave sene his posteritie,
Begand thair breid for grit necessitie.
Bot he will giuegive and len his gude at large,
Till thame that myster hes & will him charge,
Ȝit sall his seid leif into plenteousnes,
Aboundantly posses grit riches
He leuis ill, and followis gude thairfoir,
With God he sall King euer moir,
The Lord luiffis Iustice and equitie,
And leuis not his Sauctis in miserie,
For he on thame perpetuallie hes cure,
Bot wickit mennis seid sall not indure,
Iust men with Ioy the eird sall posses,
And dwell lang tyme on it and hauehave succes.
The Iust mannis mouth erercis sapience,
Of equitie ay speik and of prudence.
The Law of God is in his h…rt sa haill.
In all his wayis thairfoir he can nocht faill,
The wickit dois obserue the innocent,
To seik to slay him with cruell intent,
Bot God will not him leif into his neid,
Bot will him saif fra tyrannis wickit deid.
Thay can not him condam…ne quhen thay accus…
Preseruit sall he be from thair aduse.
Traist in the Lord and keip weill his command,
And he sall the exalt in euerie land.
Posses the eird thow sall and with thyne E,
The wickit men destroyit sall thow se.
Sum tyme a Tyrane flureis hauehave I sene,
Lyke lawrel tre quhilk euer growis grene.
Bot in schort tyme sune was he brocht to nocht
He was not found nor that belangit him ocht
Keip Iustice, and hauehave, E, vntounto the richt,
That sal mak peace for euer with god of micht
For wrangus men sall end mischeuouslie,
And wickit mennis fyne is miserie.
The Iust all haill vponupon the Lord dependis,
Quhilk is his strenth & all tyme him defēdis,
God helpis him and sendis him supplie,
And sauis him fra Tyrannis crueltie
Because in him he did put his traist,
Into his trublis grit culd him molest.
FINIS.
¶ Exaudi Deus orationem meam. Psal. lxiiij.
O LORD aduert vntounto my voce and cry,
Now quhen I pray vntounto thy Maiestie.
From dredour of my mortall Ennemie,
Defend my lyfe and als delyuer me,
Defend me from the fals subtellitie,
Of wickit men, and from the cruelnes,
Of thame that alwayis wirk vnrichteousnes,
Fra yame that hes thair tungis scharp & groūd
And scharper than ony twa edgeit sword,
Lyke deidly dartis thow geuis stang & stound,
Rycht sa proceidis of thair mouth euerie word,
Quhair with to slay thay think it bot a hourd,
The Innocent, with secreit dissemblance:
Without dredour of Goddis vengeance.
Thay hauehave deuysit abhominatioun,
Amang thame selfis in thair maliciousnes
Richt priuelie is thair communicatioun,
To set thair nettis with clokit craftines,
With sic deuice as it war halynes
That na man suld thair violence espye,
Quhilk wald reuenge thair fals Hypocrisie.
Thair counsell is to seirche and to Inquyre,
The Innocent with wrang for till accuse.
In all this warld thay hauehave na mair desyre,
For euer in thair mynde of this thay mufe,
Quha will delayit thay will mak na refufe▪
Of fa, or fule▪ and for suspitioun.
Thay will bring men vntounto confusioun.
Bot now na mair thair malice sall remaine,
For God sall stryke them in schort sesoun
Of quhome thay salbe plaguit with grit pains
And men sall hald thame in derisioun,
Thair tungs salbe thair awin cons…soun,
Quhilk was sa scharp in contrair Innocence,
That for thame selfis thay sall mak na defence.
Quhen men …all se this haistie suddand change
Than sall thay wunder and cleirlie vnderstand,
That it is God quhilk dois him awin reuenge
All men sal se this wark of Goddis hand.
And fall weill knaw▪ that nane can him withstād
The Iust sall traist in God and als reioyis,
And all trew hartis sall ioy to heir this noyis
FINIS.
¶Quam bonus Deus Israelj. Psal. lxxiij.
TILL trew in hart God of Israellis swei…,
Bot stakerand almaist failȝeit my feit
Quhen I beheld thir peruerst wickit men.
Prosper alway, thocht thay did God mis ken.
Thair is na ȝock thir wickit men may oppres.
Bot euer in weith plesour and grit riches,
Quhen vther men ar trublit and disesit,
With all pastime full plesandlie thay ar easit.
Throw quhilk thay ar exaltit in to pryde,
Thair violence and wrang walkis full wyde
Throw thair grit micht in alkin lust thay leif,
Quhat thay can think, vntounto thair hart thay geif.
Quhat euer is done thay think it vanitie,
Bot giuegive that thay the authoure of it be,
God of heum thay blaspheme with thair mouth
To curs all men thay think it na vncouth.
For this the peple dois flow to and fra,
Quhen thay the wickit with welth se da swa,
Thay dar be bald to dout giuegive God dois knaw,
Or vnderstand the breking of his Law.
And I also thocht thair prosperitie
Suld euer indure with thame Eternallie
And thocht, vntounto my self I did offence,
That wusche my handis and leuit in innocence.
To thole distres I thocht it was in vaine,
Baith day and nicht to tak on me sic paine.
Quhen I had lang argound on sic a kinde,
The Sonnis of God I dampnit in my minde.
I tuke trauell on this to knaw the treuth,
Bot all for nocht, my laubour was bot sleuth.
Quhen I sall enter in Goddis secreit place,
Than sall I se thair end befoir my face.
Full slydrie is the sait, that thay on sit,
And for thair fault till hell sune sall thay …ir.
For suddenlie thay sall die with mische…f,
Thair destructioun sall be without releif.
As quhen ane man awalkis of his dreame
Sa sall the Lord destroy thair fulische fame.
Quhen I had this Imaginatioun
My dullie Spreit was in greit passioun.
Imprudently this brint I in my th…cht,
In thy presence as brutall beist of nocht
Ȝit leit thow not me fall on sic ane sort
Bot held my hand, and gaue me gude comfort.
With thy counsell thow sall me weill conuay,
And efter this ressaue me to thy ioy
O Lord quhat euer in heuin ordand for me.
Outher in eird, compair I not to the.
Na thing am I, my body nor my hart.
God is my strenth and euer salbe my part.
Perishe sall thay, that fleis from the far,
Loste sall thay be, that ocht to the prefar.
To me forsuith, I think it for the best,
To clene to God, and on him put my traist
And schaw the nobill warkis that he hes done
To quhome be gloir ringand in his throne.
FINIS.
¶ Deus quis similis erit tibi. Psal. lxxxiij.
GOD for thy grace thow keip no moir silence
Postpon it not bot haist thy vengeance
On Hypocritis, humelie I the exhort.
For thay Rebellis with rage do resort.
And thay quhilk at the hauehave mortall feid,
Contrair thy micht hes lifted vp thair heid.
And till oppres thy pepill do pretend,
Under pretente and cloikit halynes.
With subtell slycht to slay vsus thay intend.
Confiderat thay ar baith mair and les.
Contrair thy testament, our hope & richteousnes
Thay say, thay sall vsus rute from the ground,
That na mentioun of vsus sall mair be found.
Thay now conspyre with cruell hart and fell,
With ane consent, togidder in ane band:
Quhilk neuer befoir culd gre amang thame sell,
Stryuand for stait, and hicht, in euerie land.
Bot contrair the togidder stife thay stand.
And fa… lyke burris, thay cleif baith ane and all
To hald o God thy word and vsus in thrall.
Ȝe Edomeitis Idoll with thrinfald Croune,
The crop and rute of pryde and Tyrannie,
Ȝe Ismalitis with scarlat hat and gowne,
Ȝour bludie boist na syith can satisfyie
Ȝe Moabitis with hornis twa full hie
Ourwart lyke scheip ȝe beir the beistis mark,
Inwart lyke tykis ȝe byte bot can not bark.
Of Agarins quhat tung can tell the tryne,
With hurklit hude ouir a weill nureist neck,
Iabell and Amon, als fat as ony swyne,
Quhilk can not do, bot drink, sing, Iouk and bek
The Amelekis, that lesingis weill can clek.
The Palistenis, with dum Doctouris of Tyre
Quhilk dar nocht dispute, bot cryis, fyre, fyre.
Assure in harnes is with thame euer moir▪
Companȝeoun he is perpetuall,
To Lotis Sonis, for to mantene thair gloir,
He wate nocht ellis, for his conscience is thrall
To thame quhilk hes na hope celestiall,
Bot contrair God indurit hes thair hartis,
Syne sylis Princes, blindly, tak thair partis.
O God of gloir resist thair cruelnes▪
As thow sum tyme ouerthrew the Madionitis
And Sicera, with his maliciousnes.
And Iabene, with his bludie Hypocritis.
At Kyson flude, as weill the storie dytis
Thay perischit at Endor throw thy micht
Syne mucke become and fylth for all thair hicht▪
Thair gouernouris and gydis gif siclike,
As Oreb, Seb, Seba, and Zelmanie.
Thair sinnis shawis thay ar a bludie byke.
And ȝit, thay wald throw thair Hypocrisie,
Posses the Kirk of God, throw tyrannie,
And will cum to na counsell generall.
For feir thay lose thair pompe pontificall.
As quheill vnstabill and caffe befoir the wind
And as the wod consumit is with fyre:
And as the flame burning▪ quhair it can find,
The faggat, in the feild, with grit Impyre:
Siclike persew thame with thy greuous Ire,
Lat thy tempest thair wraithfulnes reuenge,
And lat thy storme thair pryde in purteth change.
Confound thame Lord, that thay may seik thy name
Perturbe yair minde with cair continuall.
And let thame perische, and cum till vtter scham…
Lat thame knaw the, for the God Eternall,
Allanerlie on the allone to call.
And the obey, aboue all eirdlie thing,
Maist mich…iest, maist hiest in thy King.
FINIS.
¶ Qui habitat in adiutorio. Psal. lxxxj.
QVHA on the hiest will depend,
And in his secreit help will traist,
Almichtie God sall him defend
And gyde him with his haly Gaist,
Thairfoir with mynde rype and degest,
Thow say to God my trew releue,
My hope▪ my God of michtis maist,
Onlie in him I will beleue.
He sall delyuer the at neid▪
And saue thy lyfe from pestilence,
His wings ar thy weirlie weid.
His pennes ar thy strang defence,
And thow sall hauehave experience,
That his trew promeis is thy scheil… ▪
His word of grit magnificence,
Sall be thy buklar and thy beild.
Na wickit Spreit sall the affray,
Nor the delude into the nicht,
The fleand dartis be the day,
To trubill the sall hauehave 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 hauehave ane suddand fall.
And als thow sall se …en thousand
At thy richt hand, quhilk perische sall.
Ȝit nocht to the sall cum at all.
Bot thow sall with thine eine behald,
Sinnaris put fra memoriall,
With plagues grit and monyfald.
O Lord my hope and all my grace,
Thow saue me for thy grit mercy.
Thy gyrth is set in sicker place,
For he sall saue the michtfullie.
And na mischance sall cum to the,
Nor maledie sall the molest,
Na misfortoun thy hous sall se.
Bot all thingis wirk sall for the best.
His Angellis he sall giuegive ane charge,
That thay on the sall take the cure.
In all thy wayis to be ane targe,
To keip the from misauenture,
And with thair handis thay sall the sure,
That thow hurt nocht aganis ane craig.
Thy fu…e bot sall preserue the sure,
From perrellis, panis, and from plaig.
Thow sall strampe on the edderis strang,
And tred on the cruell Cocketrice,
The Lyonnis craig, thow sall ouer gang.
The dreidfull Dragoun thow sall chace.
Sen thow me traistis in all case.
Sayis God. I sall the saif from schame,
And the defend in euerie place,
For cause thow knew my godly name.
Quhen thow sall call▪ I sall the heir,
And in distres sall be with the.
I sall restoir the haill and feir,
And als I sall the magnifie.
With lang lyfe dotit sall thow be.
And at the last I sall the bring,
Quhair throw eternall gloir sall se.
For euer moir with me to King.
FINIS.
¶In exitu Israell. Psal. lxxxj.
QVHEN fra Egypt departit Israell.
And Iacobis hous fra pepill barbour sef…
To Iuda Lord thow wes his Sauiour
And to Israell ane gyde and gouernour,
Quhilk quhen these had sene, for feir it fled,
The flude Iordane ȝeid back, it was sa red.
The montainis uiuifit & ran athort lyke rāmis,
The hillis dansit and lichtly lap lyke lambis.
Thow swelland sey quhat mui…it the to fle?
To gang abak Iordane quhat ailit the?
Quhat gart ȝow montanis lyke rāmis stert and stend?
And ȝe hillis lyke lābis loup and bend
It was the Lordis feir that maid sic reird,
And Iacobis God perturbit all the eird.
For God turnit the craig in fresche reueir.
The barrane bra in Fontane water cleir,
Not vntounto vsus, not vntounto vsus, 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▪ and syne for money sold.
Thay hauehave a mouth can nouther say nor sing
Thair eine ar blind, and thay can se na thing.
Thay can nocht heir, thocht men do cry and ȝell.
Thair nois thirlis can nouther sauer nor smell
Thay hauehave handis, can nouther feill nor grope.
Thair fundyit feit cā nouther gang nor loupe
Thay can pronūce na voce furth of thair throtis.
Thay ar ouergane with mouswobs & moitis
Quha makis thame, or traistis in thair support
Ar lyke to thame in all maner of sort.
Bot thow Israel in God put thy traist,
Thy Protectour into thy myster maist.
Ȝe hous of Aaron in God put ȝour beleif
Ȝour defendar, and na man can ȝow greif.
All worschippers of God traist in his Name,
He is ȝour help, and Sauiour allane.
The Lord hes mynde and mercy vponupon vsus,
will fauour vsus, and bring vsus to his blis.
Als feid the hous of Israel with his fude
And to the hous of Aaron will be gude.
Thow sall do weill to them that dreidis the,
Baith ȝoung & auld, quhat stait yat ouer yai be
God sall augment his pepill and Incres.
And eik thair sonnes and dochtoris mair & les
He is the Lord that creat heuin
And eird, with his creatures, in dayis seuin.
The heuinnis ar the Lordis habitatioun
The eird he gaue to mannis propagatioun.
The deid may not the louelove amang the laue,
Nor thay that ar discendit in thair graue.
Bot we that ar on liue sall louelove and sing
To God foreuer vntounto our lyues ending.
FINIS.
¶Nisiquia Dominus. Psal. exxiiij.
EXCEPT the Lord with vsus had stand,
Say furth, Israell, vnfenȝeitlie.
Had not the Lord bene our warrand.
Quhen men rais in our contrarie:
Thay had vsus all on liue deuorit,
with Ire, sa scharpelie thay vsus schorit.
Sa kendlit was thair crueltie.
For lyke the welterand wallis brym,
Thay had ouerquhelmit vsus with miche
Lyke burnis that in spait fast rin,
Thay had ouerthrawin vsus with slicht.
The bulrand stremis of thair pryde,
Had perishit vsus throw bak and syde,
And rest fra vsus our lyfe full richt.
Bot louing to the Lord, allone,
That gaue vsus nocht to be thair pray,
To be rent with thair teith anone.
Bothes vsus fred full well thame fray
Lyke to ane bird taine in ane net
The quhilk the Foullar for her set,
Sa is our lyfe weill win away.
The net is broken in pecis small,
And we ar sauit fra thair schame
Our hope was ay and euer sall
Be in the Lord, and in his Name,
The quhilk hes creat heuin sa hie.
And maid the eird sa meruellouslie,
And all the ferleis of the same.
FINIS.
¶ De profundis. psal. xxx.
FRA deip (O Lord) I call to the,
Lord heir my Inuocatioun
Thy eiris thow inclyne to me
And heir my Lamentatioun.
Forgif thow will our sin Impute
Till vsus (O Lord) that we commit
Quha may byde thy accusatioun.
Bot thow art mercyfull and kynde,
And hes promittit in thy write,
Them that repent with hart and mynde
Of all thair sin to mak them quyte.
Thocht I be full of sinfulnes,
Ȝit thow art full of faithfulnes
And thy promeis trew and perfyte,
My hope is steidfast in the Lord,
My Saull euer on him traist
And my beleue is in thy word
And all thy promittis maist and leist
My Saull on God waitis and is bent,
As watcheman wald the nicht wer went,
Byd and the day to tak him rest.
Israel in God put thy beleue,
For he is full of gentilnes,
Fredome, gudnes, and all releue
All Israel of thair distres,
He sall delyuer Israel
And all thair sinneris sall expell,
And cleith them with his richteousnes.
FINIS.
¶Super flumina Babylonis. psal. cxxxviij.
AT the Riuers of Babylon,
Quhair we dwelt in Captiuitie,
Quhen we rememberit on Sion,
We weipit all full sorrowfullie
On the Sauch treis our Harpis we hang,
Quhen thay requyrit vsus ane sang,
That held vsus in sic thirldome
Thay bad vsus sing sum Psalme or Himme,
That we sum tyme sang Sion in
To quhome we answerit full sone.
How may we outher play or sing,
The Psalmes of our Lord sa sweit
Intill ane vncouth land or Reigne
My richt hand first sall that forleit,
Or Ierusalem forȝettin be,
Fast to my chaftis my toung sall be
Claspit, or that I it forȝet,
In my maist glaidnes and my gam…
I sall remember Ierusalem,
And all my hart vponupon it set.
O Lord think on the Edometis,
How thay did at Ierusalem,
Thay bad destroy with cruelteis
Put all to sack, and it ouirquhelme
Bot wrakkit sall thow be Babylon▪
And blyssit is that Campion,
Sall serue the as thow seruit vsus
And he that sall thy barnis …laig
And rasche thair harnis aganis …
Is happy and full glorious.
FINIS.
¶ Exaltabo te. psal. cliiij.
I WILL the louelove my gracious Lord and King
Thank and thy Name for euer will I sing
All tyme I will reioyce and sing to the,
And pryse thy name also perpetuallie.
Greit is the Lord, and all laude dois excell.
And his greit micht quha can discryue or tell.
Ane generation, thy warkis dois declair
Unto ane vther, and als thy greit powair.
Thy gloir▪ thy greitnes, and thy magnificence,
Thy nobillactis digne of rememberance,
I will furth schaw thy meruellis sa greit,
Thy magnitude I will it put in dyie
Memorie a…s of thy greit gentilnes
We sall ay sing, and of thy richteousnes.
The Lord is meik, and mercyfull is he.
slaw to reuenge, and to forgiue reddie
Courtes and kynde till all men is the Lord,
In all his warkis is misericord,
And all thy warkis do thank the thairfoir,
And all thy Sanctis to thy Name gif gloir
The gloriousnes of thy Kingdome teiche,
And with thair toung thy greit power preiche.
Till all natiounis thy magnitude and mic…t,
Of thy riche renoun the he…inly lusum licht
Thy royall Realme, is Realme of Realmes all
And thy Impyre indure for euer sall.
The Lord is help to thame that slyde and …
Them that troublit ar bringis out of cumiuer
All mennis eine O Lord do the abyde.
Thow feidis them in all tyme and …de,
Thow oppinnis furth thy hand f…l grociouslie
And fatisfyis all fleshe aboundantlie.
In all his wayis the Lord is Iust and richt,
In all his warkis is santifyit his miche,
Till all call on the Lord, he is full neir,
Sa that in trew beleif be thair prayer.
He grantis thair desyre that dreidis him
And heiris thame and forgeuis thair sin,
All thame that luffis the Lord he sauis thame,
And he confoundis all sort of wickit men
The louing of the Lord my mouth sall sound,
All louing men in to this warld sa round,
Sall louelove thy name, perpetuall and moir,
Gif moir may be, regnand into thy gloir.
FINIS.
¶ Deus venerunt gentes Psal. lxxvij.
THE Hethim folk, Lord in thy heritage,
Hes cumin, til exerce thair tyrannie.
And hes defylit, euer to this aige,
The Tempill▪ quhilk was dedicat to the,
Quhilk haly was and ȝit sall blissit be.
Ierusalem as apellis, lay in heip,
Bot thow gude Lord, ryse vp and na mair sleip.
Thair tyrannie aganis thy commandis,
Richt cruellie exersit in dispyte,
Hes put to deid thy Iust and trew seruandis
The foulis of the heuin with grit delyte,
Did eit thair fleshe, and beisti… sair culd byte.
Thair bodyis quhen thay lay in commoun streit
Ierusalem thairfoir richt sair did weip.
Thair blude was sched as Riueirs of a well
That compast hes Ierusalem about.
Nane was that micht thair tyrannie expell,
Aganis them it was sa strang and stout.
Thair bodyis throw yair danger and greit dout
Unburyit was, voide of all Sepulture,
That nane to bury them wald tak the cure.
Our Nichtbouris (Lord) hes mockit vsus with scorne,
And leuch at vsus with greit Illusioun:
Bot thow gude (Lord) let vsus not be forlorne,
How lang sall we remaine in confusioun?
Will thow vsus hald in thair abusioun?
VntoUnto the end sall thy wraith burne as fyre,
Allace (gude Lord) remufe fra vsus sic Ire.
Rather cast furth thy greif and cruelnes,
On wickit men, quhilk neuer will the knaw,
And Realmes quhilk mis knaw thy godlynes,
Not hauand E vntounto thy godly Law.
For Iacob and his hous thay sair ouirthraw,
And hes vsus left all solpit into cair,
Beleuand for to bring vsus to dispair.
Auoyde (Lord) furth of thy remembrance,
Our sinfull lyfe that we hauehave s…eipit in:
Our will salbe thy mercy to aduance,
For be the samin remittit is our sin,
And as water fast rinnis ouir ane Lin.
Dois not returne againe to the awin place,
Sa thow gude Lord put our sin from thy face.
Help vsus gude Lord, our gyde and Gouernour
Delyuer vsus for thy Names saik glorious,
Thow art our hope, our help and Sauiour,
And als our sinnis maist dangerous,
Dois put away, for that thow promeist vsus.
Quhen we will turue to the with a trew hart
And fra our sinfull lyfe to the conuert.
For schaw thow not thy mercy in distres,
Our Enemeis sall grow in tyrannie,
And sall say God hes left vsus mercyles
Bot thow gude Lord exerce thy crueltie,
Upon our fais, that sayis schamefullie
Quhair is thair God in quhome thay did beleif,
He hes them left without help and releif.
The vengeance of the blude of thy seruandis,
Mot cum into thy presence and thy sicht,
The greting of thy pure that ar in bandis,
In prisoun pynde, of day wantand the licht
The voyce of them that to the deid ar dicht,
Heir now (gude Lord) and help thē in yair neid
And be thair strenth at all tymes and remeid.
Rewaird thy fais according to thair wrang,
Seu… fald thair sin gude Lord mot puneist be
For thay hauehave blasphemit all to lang
Speikand contrair thy godly Maiestie.
Bot we thy pepill and scheip sall Magnifie,
And als exalt thy laude, thy Name and gloir
And sall the louelove 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.
HaueHave mercy on me (O gude Lord)
Efter thy greit merciemercy:
My sinfull lyfe dois me remord,
Quhilk sair hes greuit the:
Bot thy greit grace hes me restord,
Throw Christ to libertie
To thy mercy with the will I go.
¶ Et secundum multitudinem.
Bude Lord I knaw my wickitnes,
Contrair to thy command:
Rebell and ay with cruelnes,
And led me in ane band
To Sathan quha is mercyles,
Ȝit Lord heir me cryand.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Quhat toung can tell the multitude
Lord of thy greit merciemercy:
Sen Sinners hes thy Celsitude
Resistit cruellie
Ȝit na Sinner will thow seclude
That this will cry to the
To thy mercy with the will I go.
¶ Amplius laua me.
Thow wushe me Lord quhen I was borne,
From all my wickitnes,
Bot ȝit I did throw sin forlorne
Of heuin the richteousnes,
Wesche me againe, and from thy borne
Delyuer me in stres:
To thy mercy with the will I go.
And fra my sin thow mak me clene,
As thow maid Dauid King:
With Peter, Paule, and Magdalene,
Quha now dois with the reigne,
In heuinly Ioy fair and amene,
And I sall with thame sing▪
To thy mercy with the will I go.
¶Quoniam iniquitatem.
Full weill I knaw my wickitnes,
And sin contrarious:
Blasphemit hes thy gentilnes,
With sin maist dangerous
And hes me led in heuynes,
Ȝit O God maist gracious
To thy mercy with the will I go.
I grant my sinfull lyfe did vse
In Sensualitie:
Ȝit thow gude Lord will nane refuse
That will cum vntounto the,
Heirfoir I schairply me accuse
Cryand for thy merciemercy
To thy mercy with the will I go.
¶Tibi soli peccaui.
Only to the I did offend.
And mekill euill hes done:
Throw quhilk appeirandly defence,
To me is nane aboue:
Thus men will iudge thy iust vengeance,
Hes put me from thy throne.
Ȝit to thy mercy with the will I go.
Thocht thow gude Lord be iudgeit thus,
Full fals and wrangouslie:
O God sa gude and gracious,
Let thair iudgeing vincust be
And schaw thy mercy plent…ous,
Quhilk mot vsus iustifie.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Consauit into sin I am,
My wickitnes thocht thow behald,
Quhilk I contraceit of Adame,
Sinnand richt monyfald.
My Mother als did eik the same
And I to Sin was said,
To thy mercy with the will I go.
Bot ȝit the Lord Omnipotent,
My cairfull cace did cure,
At Font quhen I was impotent,
Fragill, vaine, vyle and pure,
Than helpit me that King Potent
In my misauenture.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
¶ Ecce enim veritatem.
Behald thow lufis treuth gude Lord,
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 als that Salomone,
Suld bruik King Dauids throne.
To sinners als that callis the one
Grace cummis from aboue.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
¶ Asperges me.
With Isope Lord thow sprinkill me,
And then I sall be clene.
And clenar then maid sall I be,
Then euer snaw hes bene,
Ȝit of my clenes thy mercy
The rute is euer sene.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
This Isope is humilitie,
Richt law in till assence
The snaw sa quhyte in all degre,
Betakinnis innocence
For and thir twa do gouerne me,
I sall do nane offence.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
¶ Auditui meo dabis.
Then ioy and and mirch thow sall me geue.
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 hauehave 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 hauehave hoipit in thy grace
Thow saue me fra …he hell,
Thy mercy is set in sicker place,
Na Sinner can repell,
To thy mercy with the will I go.
The theif that hang on the richt hand,
And sufferit with the deid:
In the last hour thy mercy fand
For sin the haill remeid,
Siclyke gude Lord, heir me cryand,
And help me in my neid.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
¶Cor mundum.
Thow creat in me (O God) ane hart,
Baith clene and Innocent:
And let me not from the depart
My God Omnipotent,
Sen vntounto 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.
GiueGive 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,
Ȝit vntounto the my Lord I call,
Into my heuie case.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
¶ Docebo iniquos.
Then I sall teiche the wickit men,
Thy way is iust and richt:
And thay that did the lang misken
Sall knaw the God of micht.
Quhen thay sall ryse furth of the den
Of sin, and cum to licht.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
The sinfull then to the reuart,
Sall into gudlie ha…st:
And rew thair sinnes with thair hart,
And thair auld lyfe detest.
And to them Lord thow sall conuart
Quhen they thy mercy taist.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
¶Libera me.
Delyuer me from blude schedding,
For blude betakinnis Sin:
For punishment I serue conding
Ȝit efter the I rin:
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 merciemercy.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
My lippis Lord, then louse thow sall,
Quhilk closit lang hauehave bene:
From thy louing sair bound in thrall
Brekand thy swei… biddene,
And keip me from ane suddand fall
For greit paine I sustene.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
And then my mouth sall do furthschaw
Thy louing glorious:
And I sall caus all sinners knaw,
Thy micht sa meruellous.
And frathine surth sall keip thy Law
Quhilk is sa precious.
To thy mercy with the will I go.
¶Quoniam si voluisses.
Gif the had plesit Sacrifice,
I suld them offerit the:
Bot thow will not sic auarice,
For thow art wonder fre,
And geuis vsus 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 vsus 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 merciemercy:
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 vsus meit,
Quhair day and nicht we sall not ceis
Ay singand Sanctis sweit.
To thy mercy with the will I go,
FINIS.
¶Beati omnes qui timent. psal. cxxviij.
BLISSIT ar thay that sit in Goddis dreid,
And liue in his commandement alway
Of thy hād labour thow sall eit, be not feird
And fair weill thow sall euerie day.
Thy wy…e sall be as ane frutefull wyne,
And sall weill ay incres thy hous.
Thy barnis all sall to vertew inclyne,
As fair Oliue treis that be plenteous.
Quhen euer thow sittis at thy Tabill,
Thy barnis sall …and round about the
Sa will the Lord mak the abill,
And fill thy hous with honestie.
Sa sall God him euer blis,
That d…eidis him ay in his leuing
Alway sall he be sicker of this,
That is neidfull to want na thing.
Fra Sion sall the Lord blis the,
That thow may …e to thy greit weill,
How prosperous Ierusalem sall be,
And thow ressa…t to greit heill.
An… profitabill lyfe sall be giuen the.
And God alway sall be thy freind:
Thy Childeris Children, thow sall se,
And peace in Israell sall thow find.
FINIS.
FOR lufe of one I mak my mone,
Richt secreitlie:
To Christ Iesu, that Lord maist trew
For his mercy.
Beseiking that fre, grant grace to …,
Or I be gone:
And to redres, my heuines,
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 merciemercy.
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 hauehave na micht,
Me to defend:
Fra hellis pane, bot giuegive 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 vsus now sing, and louelove the King,
For his greit merciemercy:
And his greit grace, schawin vsus the space,
Sa plenteouslie.
With ane accord, let vsus thank the Lord,
Richt hartfullie:
With hart and Spreit, sing Psalmes swe…e
Richt plesandlie.
As brether deir, in this lyfe heir,
We may indure:
Baith nicht and day, to Christ lat vsus pray,
To mak vsus sure.
FINIS.