A Compendious Bulk of Godly Psalms and Spiritual Songs, Psalms and ballads · Part 50 – Part 65

A Compendious Bulk of Godly Psalms and Spiritual Songs · Psalms and ballads · Part 50 – Part 65

p. 132GREVOVS is my sorrow.

Baith euin and morrow,

Unto my self allone:

Thus Christ makis his mone,

Saying vnkyndnes hes keillit me,

And put me to this paine:

Allace quhat remedie,

For I wald nocht refraine.

My Father was sa mouit,

And with mankynde sa greuit,

Man was sa wylde and nyse,

And rageing in all vyce,

That distroy it he suld be:

Than for man I tuke paine,

Allace quhat remedie,

For I wald nocht refraine.

Than furthwith for his saik,

I did his nature tak,

with in ane Uirgin pure.

As schawis my Scripture,

Quhais vnkyndnes dois kill me,

And puttis me to greit paine,

Allace quhat remedie,

For I wald nocht refraine.

Quhen I was bot ane Chylde,

with my Mother, maist mylde,

p. 133The Iewis did me dispyse,

And euer mair surmyse,

with vnkyndenes to kill me,

And put me to greit paine:

Allace quhat remedie,

For I wald nocht refraine.

Thay lykit nocht my leuing,

Praying, fasting, nor repreuing,

For quhen that thay did sleip.

Than did I sich and weip,

That vnkyndnes suld keill me,

And put me to greit paine:

Allace quhat remedie,

Ȝit wald I nocht refraine.

Than at the last thay tuke me,

And all my freindis forsuke me,

Bot my deir mother allone,

And my cousing Sanct Iohne,

Till vnkyndnes had killit me,

And put me to this paine:

Allace quhat remedie,

Ȝit wald I nocht refraine,

First I was betin lang,

With scurgis scharp and strang,

And as ane fule mockit,

Euill totcheit and rockit

Till vnkyndnes suld keill me,

And put me to that paine:

Allace quhat remedie,

I thocht nocht to refraine.

p. 134Than to ane Croce on hie,

Thay nalit my bodie,

And syne betwene twa theifis.

Thay did me mony greuis,

Till vnkyndnes did keill me,

And put me to greit paine,

Allace quhat remedie,

I thocht nocht to refraine.

And quhen I waxit dry,

And for drink lang did cry,

My comfort was bot small,

To sup the bitter gall,

With vnkyndnes thay seruit me.

And put me to greit paine:

Allace quhat remedie,

Ȝit wald I nocht refraine.

Thus had I neuer rest,

Bot with panis opprest,

And with ane speir full scharp

Thay peirsit my tender hart,

Sa that vnkindnes, killit me,

And put me to greit paine:

Allace quhat remedie,

For I wald nocht refraine.

For this my greit kyndnes,

Me think, of richt doutles,

Mannis Saule suld lufe me best,

Sen it my deid hes drest,

Quhais vnkyndnes hes killit me,

And put me to this paine:

p. 135Allace qu hat remedie▪

Ȝit wald I nocht refraine.

Gif ony ane be heir,

That will by lufe sa deir,

Nocht with siluer, nor gold,

Bot with my blude beholde,

Thy vnkyndnes man hes slaine me

And put me to this paine:

Behald this pieteous body

Thus moste vnkyndlie slaine.

O man quhome I creat,

Quhy art thow sa ingrait,

Seing how I am spilt,

All onlie for thy gilt,

And with vnkyndnes dois kill me,

And put me to this paine,

Ȝit all thy vylanie,

Can nocht mak me refraine.

Quhat sorrow culd me moir,

Thau to su…er so soir,

Of them that knew my Lawis

And wist I gaue na caus

Unkyndely thus to kill me,

And put me to sic paine

Allace quhat remedie

Ȝit wald I nocht refraine.

Father forgiue Cayphas,

Pylate, Anna, and Iudas,

Pardone all Iurie

p. 136That cryit Crucifige.

Thocht vnkyndelie thay slew me,

And put me to this paine:

Ȝit thair was na remedie

For I will nocht refraine.

My Saull in thy handis fre.

My last will sall be,

O father I commit

Into thy handis my Spreit,

Thocht vnkyndely I die,

And am put to greit paine:

Ȝit for mannis remedie

I fall ryse vp againe.

I leue in Testament,

My body in Sacrament,

For mannis Saull to support.

And be his cheif comfort.

Thocht man vnkyndely hauehave left me,

And slew me with greit paine:

Thair is na remedie

My hart will nocht refraine.

Go hart I the be quyeth

To hir that was my deith,

Mannis Saull is scho trewlie

My hart hir hart sall be,

Thocht scho maist vnkyndely slew me,

And put me to greit paine:

Ȝit th…ir is na remedie

My hart will nocht refraine.

p. 137The laudes of the Lord trewlie

Ȝe may sing mirrylie:

For all our Saulis health

In Euerlasting wealth

Thocht vnkyndelie ȝe slew my bodie

And did put me to paine:

Ȝe may persaue daylie

My lufe dois nocht refraine.

My Tumbe is freshe and new,

In sauing I was trew:

To put mankynde fra dout,

Thair sall be written about,

The Iewis King heir dois ly,

Quhome vnkyndenes hes slaine

And socht na remedie,

For he wald nocht refraine.

O Father Imperiall,

I pray the in speciall

My deith mannis Saull forgiue,

In heuin with me to liue,

Thocht vnkyndely scho killit me

I wald scho had na paine

For I had rather die▪

For hir saik anis againe.

¶ Ane gentill admonitioun of Christ.

All pepill leirne of me,

Gentilnes and pietie

Remember my sober bodie,

Sa woundit and bludie

p. 138Kill na man vnkyndelie

With sclander nor with paine:

Amend ȝour fa…itis daylis

And from all vice refraine.

FINIS.

IOHNE cum kis me now,

Iohne cum kis me now,

Iohne cum kis me by and by

And mak no moir adow.

The Lord thy God I am

That Iohne dois the call,

Iohne representit man

Be grace Celestiall:

For Iohne (Goddis grace it is)

(Quha list till erpone the same)

Och Iohne thow did amis

Quhen that thow ioist this name,

Heuin and eirth of nocht

I maid them for thy sailt

For euer moir I thocht

To my lykenes the mak.

In Paradice I plant it the

And maid the Lord of all,

My creatures not forbidding the,

Nathing bot ane of all.

Thus wald thow not obey

Nor ȝit follow to my will

Bot did cast thy selt away

And thy posteritie spill.

My iustice condempnit thee

To euerlasting paine

Man culd find na remedie

p. 139To by man fre againe.

O pure lyfe, and meir mercy,

Myne awin Sone downe I send,

God become man for the.

For thy sin his lyfe did spend.

Thy attenement, and peace to mak,

He sched his blude, maist halie,

Suffering deith for thy saik.

Quhat culd he do moir for the?

It plesit Christ without desart,

For his Enemie to die,

Suffering a speir to peirs his hart,

The caus was thy folie.

Beleue this, repent thy sin,

His deith hauehave euer in mynde,

Remissioun of sin lyis only thairin,

To thy Lord be neuer vnkynde.

Quhen he ascend it left him behind,

His word to reid and heir,

Quhen Antichrist wald the blind,

That thow suld giuegive him na eir.

Bot quhen Sathan was lowsit out of hell

And had set man in my place,

All that he did thow thocht it weill

At him thow socht for grace.

Nathing regarding how of me,

All thing had thair Creatioun:

Nor ȝit quhat Christ suffer it for the

To redeme the from dampnatioun.

Bot the abhominatioun of desolatioun,

Thow settis in the haly place▪

Be Antichristis fals perswasioun

My Sonnis passioun to deface.

p. 140Quhairfoir my Iustice mouit me

My word fra the restraine,

And to thy lust to giuegive vp the,

To traist in thingis vaine.

In mannis warkis then did thow traist,

Seiking helth thow wist not quhair,

…t thy deith thow did mistraist

And sa fell in dispair.

Quhen I did draw ony to me,

My Gospell to profes:

Thow did them slay richt cruellie

Think and to do me seruice.

Thy seruice sall rewardit be,

With Euerlasting paine,

And all that hait my word and me

Except thay do abstene.

Thus quhen thow was in dangerous case

Reddy to sink in hell,

Of my mercy and speciall grace,

I send the my Gospell.

My Prophetis call, my Preicheouris cry

Iohne cum kis me now,

Iohne cum kis me by and by,

And mak no moir adow.

Ane Spreit I am incorporate,

Na mortall Ey can me se,

Ȝit my word dois intimate

Iohne how thow must kis me.

Repent thy Sin vnfenȝeitlie,

Beleue my promeis in Christis deith,

This kis of faith will iustifie the

(As my Scripture plainely saith.)

Mak na delay cum by and by

p. 141Quhen 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 giuegive them lyfe Eternall,

FINIS.

¶In te Domine speraui. Psal. xxxj.

LORD let me neuer be confoundit,

That firmely do confyde in the:

Bot let thy Iustice ay be groundi…

with mercy to delyuer me.

Inclyne thine reuthfull eiris in tyme,

To me that am in miserie:

And from all sort of sin and cryme,

Thow blissit Lord delyuer me.

Be my defendar God of grace,

My gyde, my gouernour all thre,

And in thy heuinlie dwelling place,

Of all refuge thow succour me.

Forsen thow art my strenth and force,

My hope, support, and haill supplie:

Be thy sweit Name, and deid on Croc…

p. 142Thow 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

Redemi… and delyuerit me.

FINIS.

GO hart vntounto the Lamp of licht,

Go hart, do seruice and honour

Go hart and serue him day and nicht

Go hart vntounto thy Sauiour.

Go hart to thy onlie remeid,

Descending from the heuinlie Tour:

The to delyuer from pyne and deid,

Go hart vntounto thy Sauiour.

Go hart but dissimulatioun,

To Christ that tuke our vyle nature:

For the to suffer passioun

Go hart vntounto 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 vntounto my Sauiour.

p. 143Go hart with trew and haill intent

To Christ thy help and haill succour,

The to redeme he was all rent

Go hart vntounto thy Sauiour.

To Christ that rais from deith to ly…e

Go hart vntounto my laiter hour:

Quhais greit mercy can nane discryue

Go hart vntounto thy Sauiour.

FINIS.

OVR brother let vsus put in graue,

And na dout thairof let vsus hauehave

Bot he sall ryse on Don…sday

And hauehave immortall lyfe for ay.

He is of eird, and of eird maid,

And mon returne to eird throw deid

Syne ryse sall fra the eird and ground,

Quhen that the last Trumpet sall sound.

The Saull regnis with God in gloir,

And he sall suffer paine no moir

For caus his faith was constantlie

In Christis blude allanerlie.

His painefull pilgramage is past

And till ane end cummin at the last,

Deand in Christis ȝock full sweit

Bot ȝit is leuand in his Spreit.

The Saull leuis with God I say,

p. 144The 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.

Ȝe faithfull thairfoir let him sleip,

And nocht lyke Hethin for him weip:

Bot deiply prent into ȝour breist,

That deid to vsus 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 vsus preuent.

Befoir our hour to slay vsus clene,

Thay can nocht pluke ane lytill hair

Furth of our heid, nor do vsus deir.

Quhen fra this warld to Christ we wend,

Our wretch it schore lyfe …on hauehave end

Change it fra paine and miserie,

To lest and gloir Eternallie.

And sall our day is schort and vaine▪

And sin quhilk we culd not refraine,

End it salbe our pilgramage,

And brocht hame to our heritage.

p. 145Christ for thy micht and celsitude,

That for our sinnis sched thy blude,

Grant vsus in Faith, to leue and die,

And syne ressaue our Saulis to the.

FINIS.

MVSING greitlie in my mynde,

The folie that is in mankynde,

Quhilk is sa brukill and sa blind,

And downesall cum downe ay downe ay.

Leuand maist part in all vice,

Nouther sa gracious, nor sa wyse,

As out of wretchitnes to ryse,

Bot downe to cum downe ay downe ay.

And all this warld to weild thow had▪

Thy body perfit and properlie maid,

Ȝit man, as floure, thow sall faid,

And downe thow sall cum downe ay▪

Thocht thow war euer Eternall,

As man that neuer suld hauehave ane fall,

Ȝit doutles die thow sall,

And downe sall cum downe ay downe ay▪

Thocht thow war man neuer sa thrall

Remember ȝit that die thow sall,

Quha hiest clymmis gettis greitest fall,

And downe sall cum downe ay downe ay.

Thocht thow war neuer of sa greit degr…,

In riches nor in dignitie,

p. 146Remember man that thow man die,

And downe sall cum downe ay downe ay.

Thair is na King▪ nor Empreour,

Onlie, nor Lord, of greit valure,

Bot he sall faid as lely floure,

And downe sall cum downe ay downe ay.

Quhair is Adam, and Eue his wyfe,

And Hercules, with his lang stryfe,

And Marussalem with his lang lyfe,

Thay all ar cum downe ay downe ay.

FINIS.

PRAY God for grace, my lufe maist deir

Quhilk bocht vsus with his precious blud…

That we him lufe with hart inteir

In welch and want, be land and flude.

Ask and hauehave (sayis the Lord)

Als geue and geuin sall be to ȝow,

Quhat sweitar thing may we record,

Nor thy word Christ firmelie to trow.

Traist we alswa, baith air and lait,

With faithfull hope and esperance,

We sall ressaue efter our estait,

All Iust desyre, but discripance.

Thairfoir I think we suld reioyis,

And now greit myrthis mak from the splene,

Sen we ar chosin to repois,

In faith of Christ, and lyfe serene.

p. 147Christ our onlie succour in distres,

In till his grace, quha dois confyde,

His grace till him will ay incres,

Quhen warldlie traist will faill at nei….

FINIS.

DOWNE be ȝone Riuer I ran,

Downe be ȝone Riuer I ran,

Thinkand on Christ sa fre

That brocht me to libertie

And I ane sinfull man.

Quha suld be my lufe bot he,

That hes onlie sauit me,

And be his deith me wan:

On the Croce sa cruellie,

He sched his blude aboundantlie,

And all for the lufe of man.

How suld we thank that Lord,

That was sa misericord,

Be quhome all grace began:

With cruell paine and smart,

He was peirsit throw the hart,

And all for the lufe of man.

That gaue him in the Iewis handis,

To brek bailfull Baliallis bands,

First quhen he began:

Thair gaue him self to die,

To mak vsus Catiues fre,

Remember sinfull man.

p. 148Thay spittit in his face,

All for our lufe, allace,

That Lord he sufferit than:

The cruell …ams of deid,

Quhilk was our haill remeid,

Remember Sinfull man.

LoueLove we that Lord allone,

Quhilk deit on the throne,

Our Sinnis to refraine:

Prayse him with all our micht,

Singtill him day and nicht,

The gloir of God and man.

Do all that thow art abill,

Ȝit thow art vnprofitabill,

Do all that thow can:

Except thow weschin be,

With Christis b…ude allanerlie,

Thow art condampmt man.

And sa I mak ane end,

Christ grant vsus all to kend,

And steidfast to remaine:

In to Christis passioun,

Our onlie Saluatioun,

And in na…s vther man.

FINIS.

WITH heuie hart full of distres,

Lamenting my greit sinfulnes,

To the O Lord quha may me cure,

HaueHave reuth on me thy Creature.

p. 149The seiknes that is in my flesche,

Thow may it Lord allone depesche,

And purge it clene and mak it pure:

And saue me thy Creature,

For in this seiknes I was borne.

And my foirbear is me beforne.

Our seiknes on thy back thow bure.

To saue me Lord, thy Creature.

This seiknes Lord it is the Sin,

That I was borne and gottin in,

Proceiding of my vyle nature,

Ȝit saue me sinfull Creature.

Thow may me saue, thow may me spill,

Baith lyfe, and deid, lyis in thy will,

Thow art the Chirurgiane sure,

That haillis all eirdlie Creature.

Lord thair is na Saluatioun,

Bot in thy blissit Passioun,

As witnes beiris the trew Scripture,

Thow saifis all eirdlie Creature.

And for the same to mak remeid,

Thow susseit nocht to suffer deid,

And mekill mair thow did indure,

To saue thy sinfull Creature.

To the O Lord, thairfoir I call,

For thy remeid, and euer sall,

Quhill I be laid in Sepulture.

p. 150To saue thy sinfull Creature,

For all the trubill and the paine,

I neuer wrocht sa gude againe,

Bot was vnthankfull seruiture,

HaueHave reuth on me thy Creature.

Swa onlie thow, gude Lord of peace,

I me submit into thy grace,

For of my seiknes, thow may me cure.

And saue thy sinfull Creature.

FINIS.

WELCVM Lord Christ, welcum againe,

My Ioy, my confort, and my blis,

That culd me saue from hellis paine?

Bot onlie thow nane was nor is.

Thairfoir I may richt baldly say.

Geue Christ the quhilk hes me redrest,

Be on my syde quhilk hes done pay,

My ransoun quha can me molest.

Sen Christ now hes, maid me at one,

With God the Father, and did die,

To mak me Iust, to gloir is gone,

Than quhat ar thay can condampne me.

Was neuer nane to me mair kynde,

Nor Christ, thairfoir I will him pryse,

Onlie with Saule, body, and mynde

My hope and traist, haill in him lyis.

p. 151Bot that quhilk Scripture hes exprest,

Ane Sacrifice, Christ anis thairfoir,

Offer it to God, quhilk smell it best,

For my trespas I seik no moir.

My part is than, from Sin to ceis,

And cleif to Christ, quhilk hes supprest,

Sin, deith, and hell, and maid my peace,

Throw Faith, in him that I micht rest.

FINIS.

O CHRIST quhilk art the licht of day,

The clude of nicht thow dryuis away,

The beame of gloir beleuit richt,

Schawand till vsus thy perfyte licht.

This is na nycht as naturall.

Nor ȝit na cloud Materiall:

That thow expellis (as I heir say)

O Christ quhilk art the licht of day.

This nicht I call Idolatrie,

The cloude ouirspred Hypocrisie,

Send from the Prince of all vnricht

O Christ for till obscure thy licht.

Quhilk twa hes had dominioun

Lang leid and to distructioun

The maist part of this warld astray

Fra Christ quhilk is the licht of day.

Turnand till Goddis Infinite,

Putand thair hope, and thair delyte,

p. 152In warkis, inuentit with the slicht,

Of Sathan, contrair to thy licht.

Sum makis Goddis of stok and staine,

Sum makis God of Sanctis baine,

Quhilk war thay leuand, heir, wald say,

Idolateris, do way do way.

To vsus gif nouther laud, nor gloir▪

O fulis gifȝe speir quhairfoir,

We had na thing throw our a win micht,

Bot all we had, throw Christ our licht.

To that exempill sall be Paull,

At Listra▪ quha refusit all,

Maner of gloir, and this did say.

Geue gloir to Christ, the licht of day.

Geue nane till vsus, we ar bot men,

Mortall as ȝe, ȝour selfis may ken,

O fulis quhairfoir tak ȝe flycht,

Rinnand fra Christ, the perfite licht.

Sum makis Goddis of Freiris Caip,

Thay monstouris mot in gallous gaip,

For thay hauehave led vsus lang astray,

Fra Christ, quhilk is the licht of day.

Sum mumlit aueis, sum crakit Creidis,

Sum makis Goddis of thair beidis▪

Quhilk wait nocht quhat thay sing nor say,

Allace this is ane wrangous way.

FINIS.

p. 153WITH huntis vp, with huntis vp,

It is now perfite day,

Iesus our King, is gaine in hunting

Quha lykis to speid thay may.

Ane cursit Fox, lay hid in Rox,

This lang and mony ane day,

Deuouring scheip, quhill he micht creip.

Nane micht him schaip away.

It did him gude to laip the blude,

Of ȝoung and tender lammis,

Nane culd he mis, for all was his,

The ȝoung anis with thair dammis.

The hunter is Christ, that huntis in haist,

The hundis at Peter, and Paull,

The Paip is the Foxe, Rome is the Rox,

That rubbis vsus on the gall,

That cruell beist he neuer ceist,

Be his vsurpit power,

Under dispens, to get our penneis.

Our Saulis to deuoir.

Quha culd deuyse, sic merchandis,

As he had thair to sell,

Oules it war proud Lucifer,

The greit maister of hell.

He had to sell the Tantonie bell,

And pardonis thair in was.

Remissioun of sinnis, in auld scheip skinnis.

p. 154Our Saulis to bring from grace.

With bullis of leid, quhyte wax, and reid,

And vther quhylis with grene▪

Closit in ane box, this vsit the Fox.

Sic peltrie was neuer sene.

With dispensatiounis, and obligatiounis,

According to his Law,

He wald dispens, for money from hence,

With thaine he neuer saw.

To …urs and ban, the sempill pure man,

That had nocht to fle the paine,

Bot quhen he had payit all to ane myte,

He mon be obsoluit than.

To sum God wot he gaue tot quot,

And vther sum pluralitie,

Bot first with penneis, he mon dispens,

Or ellis it will nocht be.

Kingis to marie, and sum to tarie,

Sic is his power and micht,

Quha that hes gold, with him will he hold,

Thocht it be contrair all richt.

O blissit Peter, the Fore is ane lier,

Thow knawis well it is nocht sa,

Quhill at the last, he salbe downe cast

His peltrie Pardonis and all.

FINIS.

p. 155BANEIST is faith now euerie quhair▪

And sair forthinkis me:

Baneist is faith now euerie quhair

Be the schauin sort I ȝow declair,

Allace thairfoir my hart is sair

And blyith I can nocht be.

Quhair we war wount to go richt glaid,

Furth of captiuitie,

Quhair we war wount to go richt glaid▪

Now hauehave thay vsus with chargis ouer laid,

Quhilk bene sa dampnabill, and sa sad.

That blyith we can nocht be.

Thay keip the key from vsus allace,

Quhairby enter suld we.

Thay keip the key from vsus allace,

And puttis vsus downe all mercyles

We ar ouerthrawin in euerie place.

That blyith we can nocht be.

Ryse vp I pray the now sweit Lord,

And from thair crueltie.

Ryse vp I pray the now sweit Lord,

Defend vsus according to thy word

Or we sall perische be fyre, and sword,

That shawis the veritie.

FINIS.

MVSING greitlie in my mynde,

The cruell Kirkmen in thair kynde,

Quhilk bene indurit and sa blind,

And trowis neuer to cum downe.

p. 156Thocht thow be Paip or Cardinall,

Sa heich in thy Pontificall

Resist thow God that creat all,

Than downe thow sall cum downe,

Thocht thow be Archebischop, or Deane,

Chancour, Chanslar, or Chaplane,

Resist thow God, thy gloir is gaine,

And downe thow sall cum downe.

Thocht thow flow in Philosophie,

Or graduate in Theologie

Ȝit and thow syle▪ the veritie,

Than downe thow sall cum downe.

Thocht thow be of Religioun.

The straitest in all Regioun,

Ȝit and thow glask or gagioun

The treuth, thow sall cum downe.

Quhair is Chore, and Abirone?

Iamnes, Iambres, and Dathane, becum?

To resist God▪ quhilk maid thame bowne

Ar thay nocht all cumit downe.

And quhair is Balaamis fa…s counsell,

Quhair is the Prophetis of Iesabell,

And Bellis Preistis▪ be Daniell,

Downe thay war all brocht downe,

And mony ma I culd ȝow schaw,

Quhilk of thair God wald stand na aw,

Bot him resistit and his Law,

p. 157And downe thay ar cum downe.

Thair is na King, nor Empriour,

Erle, nor Duke, of greit valure,

From tyme ȝe knaw, thair fals Errour,

Bot he sall pluck thame downe.

Ophni and Phenis, gat na grace,

Hely brak his nek allace,

And his of spring put fra thair place,

King Salomone put thame downe.

And King Achab and Helyas.

The sals Prophetis distroyi… hes,

And als the nobill Iosias,

Put all fals Prophetis downe.

Is thair na ma? quhy said I all?

Ȝit mony thowsand sall hauehave ane fall.

Quhilk haldis Christen men in thrall.

Princes sall put thame downe.

Wald thay na mair Impunge the treuth,

Syne in thair office be nocht sleuth,

Than Christ on thame suld hauehave sic reuth.

That thay sall nocht cum …owne.

I pray to God that thay and we,

Obey his word in vnitie.

Throw Faith, wark, and be Cheritie.

And lat vsus neuer cum downe.

FINIS.

p. 158THE Bischop of Hely brak his neck,

Disherist of his benefice,

Cause he the Preistis wald not correct

Corruptand Goddis Sacrifice,

Sen our Hely in his office,

Is lyke in Preuaricatioun,

He sall ressane sic lyke Iustice,

Mak he nocht reformatioun.

The Leuittis at thair awin hand,

Thay reft thair teind, and mekill mair,

Expres aganis Goddis command,

Thair huredome haitit he richt sair,

Thairfoir God send thame sic cruell weir,

Thay tint the feild the Ark was tane.

Hely fell downe throw suddand feir,

And brak his neck, and coller bane.

Ophni and Phenis, ȝour conscience remord,

Amend ȝour lyfe, or in the feild,

Ȝe salbe slaine, and ȝe my Lord,

Quhilk hes the wyte that thay ar keild,

Helis Iugement salbe ȝour beild,

And als ȝour mortall Ennemeis.

Sall bruke withoutt in speir or scheild,

Ȝour office euin before ȝour eyis.

For ȝour abuse may be ane brother,

To Tharis als lyke in similitude,

As euer ane …g was lyke ane vther

Of Goddis word baith destitude.

And greit God of Sanctitude,

Quhais power hes nocht tane ane end.

p. 159Sall send with that same fortitude,

Siclyke to ȝow except ȝe mend.

All the exempillis of the Law,

Ar writtin with greit diligence,

For our saikis, that me stand aw,

Of Goddis hie Magnificence,

Of this we hauehave experience,

Of diuers Natiounis, round about,

For Inglis Prelatis Duche, and Dence,

For thair abuse ar rutit out.

Reforme in tyme, leue ȝour tyrannie,

First mend ȝour lyfe, syne leirne to preiche,

Thocht wage our Freiris faine wald lie,

The treuth will furth, and will nocht leiche,

For euerie man dois vther teiche,

And countis nocht ȝour crueltie,

Except ȝe mend, I will nocht fleiche,

Ȝe fall end all mischeuouslie.

FINIS.