A Compendious Bulk of Godly Psalms and Spiritual Songs, Catechism – Psalms and ballads
¶The text of the Catechisme.
THE text of the Catechisme, or Instructioun of Christiane men, quhilk is necessarie till euerie man that wald be sauit, to knaw and exercise thame selfis daylie thairin, contening the ten commandementis of God, the twelf articklis of our Faith, the Lordis prayer, of our Baptisme, and of the Lordis Supper▪ And first the ten commandementis of God at thay ar writtin in Exodus the twentie Chapter.
I Am the Lord thy God, quhilk hauehave brocht the out of the land of Egypt, and furth of the hous of bondage. Thow sall hauehave nane vther godis befoir my face. Thow sall not mak to thy self ony grauin Image, nor the similitude of ony thing that is in heuin aboue nor in the eirth beneth, nor in the watter vnderunder the eirth, thow sall not bow … to them nor worschip them. For I the Lord thy God am a Ielous God, and vis…is the sinnes of the Fatheris vponupon the Children vntounto the thrid and fourt generatioun of them that hait me and schew merciemercy vntounto thousandis of thē that lufe me and keipis my commandementis.
Thow sall not tak the Name of the Lord thy God in vane.
Remember that thow keip haly the Sabboth day.
Honour thy Father and thy Mother.
Thow sall do na Murther.
Thow sall not commit Adulterie.
Thow sall not steill.
Thow sall not beir fals witnes aganis thy Nichtbour.
Thow sall not couet thy Nichtbouris hous, thow sall not couet thy Nichtbouris wyfe, nor his seruand, nor his Mayd, nor his Ore nor his Asse, nor ony thing that is thy Nichtbouris.
¶The threitning of God maid to them that brekis his commandementis, and his promeis maid to them that keipis them. Deut. xvij.
Cursit ar thay that continewis not in all the wordis of this Law, to do them, and all the pepil sall say Amen. Exod. xx. Chap.
¶ The twelf Articklis of our Faith, as thay war writtin be the Apostillis to the thre persones in Trinitie.
I Beleue in God the Father almichtie, maker of heuin and eird.
And in Iesus Christ his only sone our Lord.
Quhilk was consauit be the haly Gaist, borne of the Uirgine Mary.
Sufferit vnderunder Ponce Pylate, was crucifyit, deid, and buryit, and discendit into hell.
The thrid day he rais againe from the deid.
He ascendit into heuin, and sittis at the richt hand of God the Father almichtie.
And efter sall cum to Iudge the quicke and the deid.
I Beleue in the haly Gaist.
The haly Kirk vniuersall, the communioun of Saintes.
The Remissioun of Sinnis.
The Resurrectioun of the body.
And life Euerlasting. So be it.
¶The Lordis prayer as it is writtin in the 6. Chap. of Mathew, quhilk Christ leirnit vsus to pray, contening sex petitiounis, and all thingis necessarie for vsus. &c.
OVR Father that art in heuin, hallowit be thy Name.
Thy Kingdome cum.
Thy will be done in eirth as it is in heuin.
GiueGive vsus this day our daylie breid.
Forgiue vsus our trespassis, as we forgiue them that trespas aganis vsus.
And leid vsus not into temptatioun. Bot deliuer vsus from euill. For thine is the Kingdome, the power and the glorie for euer. Amen.
¶Of our Baptisme.
GO ȝour way and teiche all Natiounis, and Baptise them in the Name of the Father & of the Sone, and of the haly Gaist. Math. xvj. Chap. Go ȝour way into all the warld, and preiche the Euangell, till all creatures, and quha that beleuis and is Baptisie sall be saif, bot quha beleuis not, sal be condempnit. ad Titum. Cap. …. Not for the workis of righteousnes that we haif wrocht, bot efter his greit merciemercy God hes sauit vsus be the fontane of the new birth, and renewing of the haly Gaist, quhilk h… sched on vsus aboundātly throw Iesus Christ our Sauiour, that we being maid richteous be his grace, suld be airis of Eternall life, according to hope, this is trew, Rom. vj. Thairfoir we ar buryit with Christ be Baptisme into deid, like as Christ was rasit fra deid be the glorie of his Father, euin sa we also suld walk in a new life.
¶The Lordis Supper, as it is writtin in the first Epistil to the Cor. ij. Chap.
THAT quhilk I hauehave deliuerit vntounto ȝow, I ressauit of the Lord, for the Lord Iesus the same nicht, in the quhilk he was betrayit, tuke the breid, brak it, gaue thankis, and said. Tak ȝe, eit ȝe, this is my body quhilk is brokin for ȝow do ȝe this in remembrance of me. Efter the same maner also, he tuke the coupe, quhen the Supper was done, and said, This coupe is the new Testament in my blude, do this als oft as ȝe drink it in the remembrance of me, for als oft as ȝe sall eit of this breid, and drink of this coupe, ȝe sall declair the Lordis deith vntill his cumming. Quhairfoir, quhasaeuer sall eit of this breid, and drinke of this coupe of the Lord vnworthely, salbe gyltie of the body and blude of the Lord. B…t let euerie man examine him self, & let him eit of this breid, and drink of this coupe. For he that eitis and drinkis vnworthely, eitis and drinkis his awin dampnatioun, becaus he makis na difference of the Lordis body and blude.
¶The power of binding and lowsing grantit to the trew preicheris of Goddis word. Mathew xvj. Chapter.
THE keyis of heuin wil I giuegive vntounto the quhat saeuer thow sal bind vponupon the eird, salbe boūd also in heuin, and quhatsaeuer thow sall louse vponupon the eird sall be lowsit also in heuin. Quhais sinnis ȝe forgiue, ar forgeuin vntounto them, & quhais sinnis ȝe retene, ar retenit vntounto them.
¶ Heir followis the Catechisme put in meter, to be sung with the tune, and first the ten Commandementis.
MOYSES vponupon the Mont Sinay,
with the greit God spak face for face,
Fastand and prayand bu… delay,
The tyme of fourtie dayis space,
O God be mercyfull to vsus.
And God gaue him th…r ten Commandis,
To teiche to mankinde euerie one,
And wrait them with his awin handis
Twyse on twa Tabillis maid of stone,
O God be mercyfull to vsus.
j
I am thy God allanerlie,
Serue me in feir and faith thairfoir.
worschip na kinde of Imagerie,
And giuegive na creature my gloir,
O God be mercyfull to vsus.
ij
Tak not the Name of God in vaine,
Bot let ȝour talk be nay and ȝe
Except ane Iudge do ȝow constraine,
To testifie the veritie.
O God be mercyfull to vsus.
iij
wirk na euill wark on haly day,
Fle from all sinfull lust and sleuth,
walk and be sober, fast and pray,
Heir hun that preiche the word of treuth
O God be mercyfull to vsus.
iiij
Honour thy Elders, and them su…plie,
Gif that thair neid of thee requyre,
Obey all Iudges in their degre.
Ordand ouir the to hauehave Impyre,
O God be mercyfull to vsus.
v
Thow sall not slay in na kin wyse,
In counsell, thocht, nor outward deid,
Be thow ane Iudge, or on ane Syse,
In Iudgement ordourly proceid,
O God be mercyfull to vsus.
vj
Commit na kinde of Licherie,
Bot leif ane chaist and sober lyfe,
want thow the gift of Chaistitie
Burne not in lust, bot wed ane wyfe.
O God be mercyfull to vsus.
vij
Commit na thift, na man thow reif,
Leif on thy wage, thy rent or wark,
Hald na manis geir, let nane the craif,
Beg not, and thow be haill and stark,
O God be mercyfull to vsus.
viij.
Beir na witnes with fals report,
In contrair Iust and richteous men,
Defaine na man in ony sort,
Suppois his fault or vice thow ken,
O God be mercyfull to vsus.
ix
Thy Nichtbouris wyfe, hous, heritage,
Thow couet not▪ to the or wis▪
His hors▪ his Ore, his Mayd nor Page,
Nor ony gudis that is his,
O God be mercyfull to vsus.
x
Our poysound nature (allace thairfoir)
Can neuer mair this Law fulfill,
Bot greuand God ay moir and moir,
And can not wirk his godly will.
O God be mercyfull to vsus.
Then quhy to vsus gaue God this Law:
The quhilk be na way we can keip,
That we be it our Sin suld knaw,
Repent and mend, and for it weip,
O God be mercyfull to vsus.
Trew Faith in Christ wirkand be lufe,
Sall saue vsus from the fyre of hell,
T…ocht Goddis Angell wald vsus re…ru…e
As fal… and curst ȝe him expell,
O God be mercyfull to vsus.
¶ Of our Beleif.
WE trow in God allanerlie,
Full of all micht and Maiestie,
Maker of heuin and eird sa braid
Quhilk hes him self our Father maid
And we his Sonnis ar in deid,
He will vsus keip in all our neid
Baith saull and body to defend.
That na mischance sall vsus offend,
He takis cure baith day and nicht,
To saue vsus throw his godly micht
Fra Sa…hanis subteltie and slicht.
we trow in Iesus Christ his Sone,
God lyke in gloir, our Lord alone.
Quhilk for his mercy and his grace,
wald man be borne to mak our …eace
Of Mary Mother Uirgin chaist
Consauit be the haly Gaist.
And for our saik on croce did die,
Fra Sin and hell to mak vsus fre▪
And rais from deith (throw his Godherd
Our Mediator and our remeid.
Sall cum to Iudge baith quick and deid.
we trow in God the haly Spreit,
In all distres our comfort sweit,
we trow the Kirk Catholick be,
And faithfull Christin companie
Throw all the warld with ane accord,
Remissioun of our Sin we trow,
And this same flesche that leuis now
Sall stand vp at the latter day,
And bruik Eternall lyfe for ay.
FINIS.
OVR Father God Omnipotent,
Quhen Christ thy Sone was heir present,
He bad vsus euer pray to the,
(Becaus we knew not for to pray)
He leirnit vsus quhat we suld say▪
Syne hecht to heir vsus mercyfullie.
Sen the to call, is thy command,
Thyne awin wordis then vnderstand,
Quhilk thow hes promeist for till heir,
Behald not my vnrichteousnes,
Bot luke till Christis richteousnes
And with thy faith my Spreit vp steir▪
Lord thow will hauehave allanerlie,
worschip in Spreit and veritie,
And to …ane vther giuegive thy gloir,
Thy Name then let vsus lufe and dreid,
And call on it in all our neid,
And thank and louelove the euermoi….
Destroy the Deuill, his Realme and Reigne
Quhilk of this warld is Prince and King,
And let thy Gospell be our gyde,
Conforme our lyfe efter thy word
That we may reigne for euer (O Lord)
In thy Kinrik with the to byde.
God grant that we may wirk thy will,
In eird thy plesure to fulfill,
Siclyke as in the heuin Impyre,
And quhat that euer we tak on hand,
May be conforme to thy command,
And nathing efter our desyre.
GiueGive vsus this day our daylie breid,
And all thing that thow hes maid.
For mennis sustenta…ioun,
And all thing quhair of we hauehave neid,
Our saull and body for to feid,
But sleuth or solistatioun.
Forgiue our sinnis, and our trespas,
For Christis saik, quhilk geuin was,
To deid for our Redemptioun,
As we forgiue all Creature,
Offendand vsus baith riche and pure,
Hartfully without exemptioun.
Defend vsus from temptatioun,
The feind and his decatioun
The warld sa fals the fragill flesche
Saif vsus from schame, and from dispair,
… beleue and Lollaris lair,
And Deuillis doctrine mair or les.
Deliuer vsus from euillis all,
Baith Spirituall and Corporall,
And grant vsus grace quhen we sall die
And fea this present lyfe we wend,
That we may mak ane blyssit end,
Syne reigne with the Eternallie.
Power nor gloir, Impyre nor tryne,
Is nane in heuin▪ nor eirth bot thyne,
And euer mair sall sa remaine
Thairfoir thow may, and wil releue
All them that can in Christ beleue,
From deid, the deuill▪ and hellis paine.
FINIS.
¶The effect of the Sacrament of Baptisme, and first institutioun thairof, declaring alswa quhat singular comfort we obtene be the lamin.
CHRIST baptist was be Iohne in Iordan flude
For to fulfil for vsus all richteousnes,
And our Baptisme do tit with Sanctitude,
And greit vertew: to wesche our sinfulnes
To drowne the deid, and hell for to oppres
Quhen Goddis word with water Ioynit be,
Throw Faith to gif vsus life Eternallie.
For our waiknes God of his mercy sweit,
To strenth our Faith ordand this Sacrament
In Name of Father, Sone and haly Spreit,
To welche our body, and in our minde to prent
That worde and water outward represent▪
Throw wirking of the Spirit into our hart,
That Christis blude wes…his away the sin (In wart.
Our Baptisme is ane takin, and ane signe,
That auld Adame suld drownit be and die.
And grauit in the deid of Christ our King
To rise with him to life Eternallie,
That is, we suld our sin ay mortifie,
Resistand vice, leif haly, Iust and trew.
And throw the Spirit daylie our life renew.
Be figure and be word, Christ did vsus teiche,
The Fatheris voyce was hard sayand full clei…
Iesus quhome I hauehave send my word to preiche
He is my weilbelouit Sone sa deir
In word▪ in wark allone ȝe sall him heir,
In him is all my plesure and dely…e
To him I ȝow commit baith small and greit.
The haly Gaist come downe to testifie,
His doctrine and his Baptisme to declare
In forme of dow, sat on him soberlie:
In our Baptisme to dout not nor dispair
Baith Father, Sone, and haly Gaist ar thair,
To be our gyde the Trinitie him sell,
Hes geuin in eird with vsus to dwell.
Christ had his Apostillis preiche to all creature
That thay with sin and hell war all forlorne.
Quha will beleue, and traist my wordis sure
And Bapteist is, and new againe is borne
And Sathan and his warkis hes forsworne
Thay sall be saif, and neuer mair sall die
Bot ring in gloir perpetuall with me.
Quha will not this greit grace beleif, to hell
Salbe condempmt, with Eternall deid
Quhair Purgatorie and pardounis will not sell
And gude Intent, thair Pylate plie…t and leid
Dum ceremoneis▪ the quhilk themself hes maid
And vowis vaine, quhilk thay did neuer keip.
Sall gar thame gnashe thair teith & eyis weip,
Our eine seis outward bot the watter cauld,
Bot our pure faith the power spirituall
Of Christis blude, inwart it dois behauld
Quhilk is ane leuand well Celestiall
Ȝit for to purge the penitent with all
Our natiue sin, in Adame to expell
And all trespas, committit be our sell.
Our Baptisme is not done all on ane day,
Bot all our lyfe, it lestis Idenike.
Remissioun of our sin, induris for ay,
For thocht we fall, throw grit fragylitie
The cunnand anis contract faithfullie
Be our grit God, at Font sall euer remaine,
Als oft as we repent, and sin refraine,
We can not giuegive to God louing conding
For sa greit grace, and mercy Infinite
Quhilk Institute this Sacrament and Sing▪
Quhais greit vertew in veirs I can not dy…e
Bot mony cunning Clerk of it dois wryte
Full Christianely, als the Catechisme buke,
Declaris at lenth, quha list to luke.
¶The Supper of the Lord, and richt vse of it to be sung.
OVR Sauiour Christ King of grace,
With God the Father maid our peace
And with his bludie woundis fell
Hes vsus redemit from the Hell.
And he that we suld not forȝet
Gaue vsus his body for to eit
In forme of breid, and gaue vsus syne▪
His blude to drink in forme of wyne.
Quha will ressaue this Sacrament,
Suld hauehave trew faith, and sin repent,
Quha vsis it vnworthelie
Ressauis deid Eternallie.
We suld to God giuegive praise and gloir
That sched his blude vsus to restoir,
Ci… this in his remembrance.
In signe of thy delyuerance.
Thow suld not dout, bot fast beleue,
That Christis body sall releue
All them that ar in heuines
Repentand sair thair sinfulnes.
Sic grace and mercy nane can craif,
Bot thay that troublit hartis haif:
Feill thow then sin abstene thy sell▪
Or thy rewaird …all be in hell.
Christ sayis, sinners cum vntounto me,
Quhilk myster hes of my merciemercy:
Neidis thow nocht my Medicine
I lois my paine and trauell tyne.
GiueGive thow thy self thy Saull culd win,
In vaine I deit for thy sin:
My Supper is nocht graithit for the
Gif thow can mak thy self supplie.
Will thow thy sinfull life confes,
And with this wark thy faith expres:
Sa ar ȝe worthie small and greit
And it sall strenth ȝour faith perfite,
And thow sall thankfull be thairfoir
And louelove thy God for euermoir
Thy Nichtbour lufe, and als supplie,
His neid, as Christ hes done for thee.
¶Certaine Graces to be sung or said befoir or efter meit.
ALL meit and drink was creat be the Lord,
Ressauie for to be with thankfulnes,
Til all faithful knawers of the trew word
To satisfie thair neid with sobernes.
All fude is gude, the quhilk God creat hes
And not to be refusit ony day
Only to God geuing the louing ay
Be prayer, and be Goddis word all meit
Unto the clene, all thingis is clene to eit,
Thairfoir we pray his godly Maiestie
To blys our meit and all our companie,
And saif vsus fra erces and drunkinnes
Efter our meit to thank his gentilnes.
CHRIST leirnit vsus on God how we suld call
And bad vsus pray, syne hecht to heir vsus all:
Our Father God quhilk is in heuin sa hie,
Thy glorious Name with vsus mot hallowit be,
Let cum to vsus thy Kingdom… and thy gloir
Thy will mot be fulfillit euermoir.
In eird, as it is in heuin but variance,
GiueGive vsus this day our daylie sustenance
Forgiue our dettis for Christis paine and smart,
As we forgiue our detteris with our hart
And leid vsus not into temptatioun,
Bot for Christ Iesus bitter passioun
Delyuer vsus from euillis Spirituall
And corporall, now and perpetuall.
Saif vsus gude Lord for thy promeis deuyne,
For Kingdome, power, gloir and all is thyne.
WE thank our God baith kynde and liberall
His grace and mercy dois euer Indure,
He genis sustentatioun to vsus all.
To man and beist, and euerie creature,
And he allone, dois frid baith riche and pure.
Thairfoir to God be gloir allanerlie,
Throw Iesus Christ, we thank him hartfullie.
ALL Creature on the Lord dependis,
Thair sustenance for to ressane of the,
Thair meit & drink in tyme to them thow sendis
Thow oppinnis furth thy hand full graciously
And satisfyis all flesche aboundantly,
Blys vsus gude Lord into thir giftis gude,
Quhilk thow hes geuin to be our daylie fude.
TO our gude God of warldis Lord and King,
Full of mercy▪ only trew and wyse,
Be louing, honour, gloir, without ending
Kingdome, Impyre, hiest renoun and pryse,
With mynde and mouth, giuegive we ane thousand syse,
All gloir to him, quhilk alone worthie is,
Asking for Christ to bring vsus to his blis.
WE thank the God of thy gudnes,
Throw Iesus Christ our gracious Lord
For thy greit mercy and gentilnes
Quhilk teidis vsus with thy sweit word,
Sen all that euer tuke lyfe of the
Thow satisfyis aboundantlie,
We praise the all with ane accord.
As thow hes fed this sinfull flesche,
Quhilk sone sall die, and turne in asse:
Siclyke the sillie saull refresche
The quhilk Immortall creat was.
God for thy grace and mercy greit
Grant vsus ane steidfast faith perfite,
And in thy gloir with the to pas.
To God on heich be louing maist,
Quhilk lowsis sin allanerlie
Till all that will repent and traist
On Iesus Christ his Sone onlie,
Thow makis them thy Sone and air
Throw him thow will them saif from tair,
To quhome be gloir Eternallie.
¶Certaine spirituall sangis, togidder with ane confessioun of sin, and ane prayer.
SORE I complaine of Sin,
And with King Dauid weip:
I feill my hart within
The wraith of God full deip,
I wyte my greit trespas
Is caus of all my wo,
Quhair with God greuit was
Full sore and oft also.
O God I me confes,
Ane sinfull creature
Full of all wretchi…nes
Fragill, vaine, vyle and pure.
Thair is na gude in me
Bot pryde, lust and desyre
And warldis vanitie,
The way to hellis fyre.
Except God do me saue,
From hell and endles paine:
My sin will me dissa…e:
Quhilk I can not refraine.
My only hope and traist
Help my fragillitie
My sinnes to detest
Resistand constantlie.
O Cast me not away,
For my grit sinne o Lord
I grant my vices all:
Blasphemit hes thy word.
God for thy grit merciemercy
And Christis woundis wyde
Ane steidfast Faith grant me
Allone to be my gyde.
Christ Goddis Sone allone,
Uictour of deid and hell:
Thow tuke my nature one
My sinnis to expell,
And gaif thy self to plaige.
Me Catiue to conuoy:
To my richt heritage
From paine to heuinlie ioy.
Thy seruand Lord defend▪
Quhome thow hes bocht sa deir
Trew preichours to me send
Thy word to schaw me cleir,
Lat me my lyfe amend,
And thairin perseueir
Grant me ane blyssit end
Quhen I sall part from heir.
O Lord God haly Spreit,
Full of benignitie
Trew Christis promeis sweit
Teiche me the veritie,
Expell my Ignorance
My sinnis morti…ie
Grant me perseuerance
Unto the end trewlie.
FINIS.
¶ Ane sang of our corrupt nature, and the only remeid thairof.
WE wretchit sinners pure
Our sin hes vsus forlorne:
Thairin all creature, consauit is and borne
Sin hes wrocht vsus sic paine,
That we without remeid
Condempnit or and slane, to hell, the deuil & deid
Lord hauehave mercy on vsus, Christ hauehave mercy. &c.
Our warkis can nocht be
As dois the Law requyre:
Nor ȝit can satisfie, our Fatheris wraith and Ire
Na deid can mak vsus fre
From our greit sinfulnes,
Bot Goddis Sone must die, for our vnrichteousnes.
Lord hauehave mercy on vsus, Christ hauehave &c.
Or had not Christ bene send
Cled in our vyle nature,
Fra hell vsus to defend, our deidly wound to cure,
And willingly to die,
Fra Sin to mak vsus clene
We had Eternallie, In hell condamp… …ine,
Lord hauehave mercy on vsus, Christ hauehave &c.
Man now hes thy peace,
Sic lufe God schawis the
He takis the in his grace, his mortall Ennemie▪
Throw Faith in Christ sa kynde,
Quhilk frely gaif him sell
On Croce for to be pynde, to saif vsus fra the hell,
Lord haif mercy. Christ haif mercy. Lord. &c.
This we suld euer beleue,
And nocht dispair for sin:
For hel cā not vsus greue, the deid nor deuil thair in
We ar maid Iust and rycht
And fred from panis sore,
Throw christ ye Lord of micht, blissit for euermore
Lord haif mercy, Christ haif mercy, Lord. &c,
Thairfoir lat vsus louelove and pryse,
God the Father feruentlie.
we thank ane thousand syse, his sones Maiestie.
we pray the haly Gaist
Our sin to mortifie,
And not dispair, bot traist gods word maist faithfullie
Lord haif mercy, Christ haif mercy, &c.
¶Ane sang of the fleshe and the Spirit.
ALL Christin men taktent and leir,
How saull and body is at weir:
Upon this eird baith lait and air
With cruell battell Identlie,
And nane may not ane vther …le.
¶The fleshe.
The flesche said sen I hauehave haill,
I will in ȝouth with lustis baill:
Or age with sorrow me assaill
With Ioy I will my tyme ouirdriue
And will not with my lustis stryue.
¶The Spreit.
The Spreit said, thocht I charge the nocht
Dreid God, and hauehave his Law in thocht.
Thow hecht quhen thow to Font was broche
E…ter his Law lust to refraine
And not to wirk his word againe.
¶The fleshe.
The flesche said, I am stark and wicht,
To wache gude wyne, fresche, cauld and bricht
And tak my plesure day and nicht,
With singing playing▪ and to dance
And set on sex and seuin the chance.
¶The Spreit.
The Spreit said, think on the riche man,
Quhilk all time in his lustis ran,
Body and saull he loissi… than
And sone was buryit into hell
As Christ Iesus hes said him sell.
¶The fleshe.
The flesche said, quhat hald I of this
Laser a…ench, and tune thair is
In age for till amend my mis.
And from my vitious lyfe conuert
Quhen sadnes hes ouirset my hart.
¶The Spreit.
The Spreit said power thow hes none
In ȝouth, nor ȝit in eild bygone
With twinkling of ane eye anone
God sall the tak at euin and morne
Na certaine tyme set the beforne.
¶The fleshe.
The flesche said, all time air and lait,
I se all warldlie wise estait
Hald lust vertew in thair consait
With thame I will persew my weird
Als lang as I leue on this eird.
¶The Spreit.
The Spreit said ȝit sall …um the day
The saull sall part the body fray:
Then quhat sall help thy game or play,
Quhen thow mon turnit be in As
As first in eird quhen thow maid was.
¶The fleshe.
The flesche said, thow hes vincust me▪
I traist Eternall gloir to se:
Christ grant that I may cum thairby,
Now will I to my God returne,
Repent my sin, richt soir I murne.
¶The Spreit.
The Spreit said nane to schame I driue,
Ane contrite hart help God aliue
The flesche mon die, with paine and striue,
For it was borne to that Intent,
In …ird with wormes to be rent.
¶The fleshe.
The flesche said, O Lord God of peace,
Help me to turne, throw Christis grace,
O haly Gaist my faith Incres.
That I may thoill this eirdly noy,
My hope is in Eternall Ioy.
¶The Spreit.
The Spreit said now I hauehave my micht,
…
Thow God the quhilk is only richt.
Thow saue me from the deuillis net
Thairfoir thow on the Croce was plet.
¶The Dyter.
Now hes this Ballat heir ane end▪
God grant Ilk man his hart sa kend.
To sin na mair, syne to Christ wend,
Than sall he turne againe to vsus,
And giuegive vsus his Eternall blys.
FINIS.
¶ Ane sang of the Croce, and the frute thairof.
CVM heir sayis Goddis Sone to me
Sinneris, that heuie ladin be,
I will ȝour sillie Saull refresche,
Cum ȝoung and auld baith man and wyfe
I will ȝow giuegive Eternall lyfe,
Thocht troublit heir sair be ȝour flesche.
My ȝok is sweit, my burding small.
Quha drawis efter me thay sall
Eschaip Eternall deid and fyre:
For I sall help them in thair draucht,
That thay sall cum as I hauehave taucht
To gloir and Ioy, and heuin Impyre.
Quhat I hauehave teichit lait and air,
Quhat I hauehave tholit les and mair:
That preis ȝow euer to fulfill
And thocht ȝour flesche be heir opprest,
Ȝit all thing wirk sall for the best:
For sa is rich… and Goddis will.
The warld wald sauit be and faine,
And euin to gloir but Croce or paine
Quhilk Christis flock must suffer heir
Bot paine thair is nane vther way,
To cum to gloir, and put away
Eternall hellis paine but peir.
That the faithfull must the Croce Indure,
Witnes beiris all creature,
Subdewit vntounto vanitie:
Quha will not thoill in Christis Name,
The Deuill sall wirk him sic ane schame,
With peirles paine perpetuallie.
To day ane man is fresche and fair,
The morne he lyis seik and sair,
Syne dulefully domeit to deid
Euin lyke as in the feild ane flour
The day is sweit, the morne is sour:
Sa all this wretchit warld sall faid,
The godles dreidis sair to die,
Bot quhen he can na farther flee,
And faine his sinfull lyfe wald mend
Thay grip sa fast his geir to get,
The sillie saull is quyte forȝet.
Quhill haistely gais out his aind.
Quhen he persauis na remeid,
Then greuously he gais to deid:
And grunche and geuis vp the Gaist,
Sair I suspect God do accuse
His Sectouris, and him self refuse.
That sa vnfaithfully deceist.
The riche man, helpis not his gude,
The Nobill not his Royall blude,
For thay sall baith thair quarrell tyne
Thocht ane had all this warid sa wyde,
Ȝit he sall die with dule and pyne,
With golde and precious stanis of pryde.
Knawledge concernis not the Clerk.
Nor Hypocrite his haly wark:
Bot thay …ut dout with deid mon dwell.
Quha will not haill to Christ him giuegive
Quhill in this present lyfe he liue,
For euer mair sall die in hell.
Mark weill thairfoir my Sonnis sweit,
How Christis croce is for ȝow meit:
O moue ȝow not in mynde thairfoir,
Bot at his word stand steidfastlie,
And with him suffer pa…ientlie,
Gif ȝe wald enter in his gloir.
Do gude for euill, and leid ȝour lyfe,
Without reprufe, but pryde or stryfe,
And thoill the warldis wraith to rage,
O enter be that narow rod
GiueGive gloir and vengeance vntounto God.
And he thair cruell Ire sall swage.
Quhen that ȝour flesche hes all the will,
And may ȝour lustis all fulfill,
Ȝe ar but dout the feindis pray:
God sendis ȝow the Croce thairfoir,
To mortifie ȝour flesche so foir,
To saif ȝour sillie Saull for ay.
And quhen this schort paine to ȝow greif,
Than think on hell the lang mischeif,
Quhair mony ane for ay sall murne,
And saull and body sall remaine,
For euermoir with cruell paine,
Endles for ay without returne.
Bot he sall efter warldly pyne,
Reioyce with Christ, withouttin fyne,
Quhair na myndis memoriall
Can think, nor toung can tell the tryne,
Nor hauehave the gloir quhilk sall propyne,
That michtie Lord vntounto vsus all,
For quhat Eternall God of peace,
Hes promeist throw his Spreit of grace,
And syne sworne be his haly Name:
That he sall hald baith trew and sune,
God grant that we may se his Throne,
Throw faith in Iesus Christ, Amen.
¶ Ane Consolatioun in aduersitie of the Scripture.
BLISSIT is he quhome God dois correct,
Thairfoir his scurge se thow not neglect:
For he it is, quhilk geuis wan and wound,
And suddanly he will mak haill and sound.
He will the stryke with his maist fatherly wand,
Syne the releue with his maist mercyfull hand.
God will the slay, and giuegive the lyfe anone,
And the returne, thocht thow to graue wer gone.
And will the sone bring into pouertie,
Syne giuegive the greit riches aboundantlie.
He will the set into a law degre,
Syne the exalt, that euerie man may se.
Quhome God ressauis to his Sone and air.
Him will he scurge with plagues sad and sair.
Thairfoir vnderunder the Croce thow perseueir,
Then as a Father sall God to the appeir.
Quha is ane Sone, and will not parientlie
His Father thoill, with all humilitie,
He schawis him as he wer bastard borne,
And heritage fra him wer all forlorne.
And sen that we our fleschely Father dreid.
For eirdly thing our body for to feid,
How mekill mair our Father Spirituall
Suld we obey to lyfe perpetuall.
All croce appeiris presently distres,
Uoyde of all Ioy, bot full of painefulnes:
Bot efterwart it sall giuegive peace and rest,
Thocht for a tyme with paine we be opprest,
The paine that is now present schort and licht
And lestis bot a moment in our sicht,
Aboue measure sall wirk Eternall gloir,
In till our saull, behalding not thairfoir
The present paine, quhilk is befoir our ene,
Bot luke on that, quhilk now may not be sene,
All Ioy esteme, my brether ane and all,
Quhen into diuers troublis ȝe do fall,
And knaw is that of ȝour faith it is a preif,
To wirk in ȝow pacience for ȝour releif,
As of the Croce ȝe ar companȝeonn,
Sa sall ȝe be of Consolatioun.
Faithfull is God, and on ȝow hes pitie,
And will not thoi…l ȝow temptit for to be,
Aboue ȝour strenth, bot will quhen ȝe leist wene,
GiueGive ȝow sic grace, that ȝe sall weill sustene.
Iust mennis lyfe is in the Lordis hand,
Torment of deid may not them hald in band,
Thocht befoir men thay thoill aduersitie▪
Thair hope is full of Immortalie.
God knawis Innocentis temptatioun,
To saif them fra thair greit vexatioun.
And sall ressaue againe the latter day,
The wickit for to burne in hell for ay.
FINIS.
¶The Forlorne Sone, as it is writtin in the xv. Chapter of Luk.
SINNERS vntounto my sang aduert,
Quhilk Christ into his Uangell kend,
And from ȝour sinfull lyfe conuert
Quhair with ȝe do ȝour God offend,
For Christ in his sweit Parabill,
To saif vsus is full plyabill,
Gif we repent and to him wend.
Ane certaine man of riche substance
Had Sonnes twa to him full deir,
And sone with schort delyuerance,
The ȝoungest spak on this maneir:
Father giuegive me my part of geir,
Quhilk me belangis les and mair,
I will na mair be thirlit heir.
The father did his gude deuyde,
Betuix them, bot the ȝoungest sone
Wald na mair with his father byde,
Bot tuke his part, and furth is gone:
In till ane strange and far countrie,
And leuand thair richt ryatouslie
He waist it all his geir anone.
Quhen all was gone, thair rais fra hand
Ane derth quhilk maid the vittell skant:
Baith far and neir throw all the land,
And he throw neid begouth to want:
Then to ane Citizenar he ȝeid,
Quhilk send him furth his swyne to feid,
For falt of fude he was full fant.
He wald hauehave eitin with the swyne,
His houngrie stomak to fulfill:
Bot thocht he suld for hounger tyne,
Ȝit nane wald giuegive him leif thairtill,
Quhen he come till him self againe,
This him alone, he culd complaine,
In till his mynde with mourning still.
How mony seruandis for thair wage,
Hes fude into my fatheris hous.
And I for hounger die and rage,
Bot my father is gracious,
Thairfoir till him, I will me dres:
And schaw my sin and my distres,
And say with voyce full pitious.
O Father I hauehave bene to bauld.
Sinnend contrair the heuin and the,
And not worthie that men me hauld,
Na mair thy Sone in ony degre:
As ane of thy seruandis me mak,
With that he did his Iornay tak
Hame till his father haistelie.
And quhen he come bot ȝit afar,
His father had compassioun,
And ran him till or he was war,
And gaue him consolation,
And in his armes he did him fang
And euer he kissit him amang,
With freindly Salutation.
The sone said father of greit micht,
I knaw that I hauehave sinnit soir:
Contrair the heuin and thy sicht,
And I am worthie now no more
That ony me thy Sone suld call:
Bot his father full liberall,
Callit his seruandis him befoir:
And kyndely to them can he say.
Ȝe bring me furth the best clething,
And cleith my Sone courtly and gay:
And on his finger ȝe put ane Ring,
Ȝe set on schone vponupon his feit,
The quhilk ar trym and wounder meit,
That he be honest in all thing.
And slay that Calf quhilk now is maid
Sa fat▪ and let vsus mak gude cheir,
For this my Sone the quhilk now was deid,
Againe on lyfe is haill and feir,
My Sone was loist, and now is found,
And they within ane lytill stound
Began to myrrie be but weir.
The Eldest to the feild was gone,
And quhen that he hame cummand wes:
And hard the menstraly anone,
The dansing and the great blyithnes,
Ane of his seruandis he did call
And said to him quhat menis all
This glaidnes, and this merynes.
Then answerit he, and said him till
Thy brother is cum hame againe,
Thairfoir his father hes gart kill
His weill fed Calf, and is full faine
That saif ressauit him hes be,
The Eldest wraith was and angrie,
And ȝeid not in throw greit disdaine:
And then come furth his father kynde,
And prayit him richt feruently,
Bot he answerit richt proude in mynde,
O father myne how lang hauehave I
Thy trew and faithfull seruand bene?
And neuer ȝit brak thy biddene,
Bot the obeyit faithfully.
Ȝit gaue thow nocht of thy riches,
Sa mekle as ane small Kyd to me,
That I micht mak sum mirrynes
And with my Lufaris blyith to be.
Bot now becaus is cum againe
Thy Sone quhilk waistit hes in vaine
Thy gudis into harlatrie.
That Calf quhilk fosterit was sa fair,
Thow hes gart kill at his plesour,
His father said▪ my Sone and air,
Of all my riches and treasour.
Quhat euer I hauehave, all that is thyne,
And thow art euer with me and myne,
And all is haill into thy cure.
Thair fair to vsus it was full meit
For to reioyce, and blyith to be,
With all our hart and all our Sprei… ▪
Thy brother saif and sound to se.
For he was loist, and now is win,
And he was deid from all his kin,
And now aliue againe is he.
Our God and father is full kynde,
To sinneris that ar penitent,
With all thair hart, and all thair mynde
Schawand warkis that thay repent,
And gif in Christis blude thay traist,
Then sall …e neuer them detest.
Bot saif them that tha… be not schene.
FINIS.
¶ Ane sang of the riche Gluttoun and pure Lazarus, as it is writtin in the xv. Chapter of Sanct Luk.
FAITHFVL in Christ vse ȝour riches richt,
Not to ȝour lust and Sensualitie:
Bot all tyme help yt pure with all ȝour micht
For in the frute sall knawin be the tre
And gude and euil sall baith rewardit be
With heuinly gloir, and hell sa terrabill,
To that effect spak Christ this parabill.
Ane certaine man was riche, and coistly cled,
With purpour, Sylk, heich▪ and presumpteous,
And euerie day deliciously him fed,
Thair was alswa a pure hecht Lazarus:
Lay seik at the ȝet of this gluttounis hous.
Throw sairis smart he had ane peirles pyne,
And want it sude, quhen he wald fainest dyne.
To satisfie his seikly appetyte,
He wald hauehave citin of the crummis small,
Quhilk fell downe fra hie buird of greit delyte,
Bot naue to gif him was sa liberall:
The doggis did thair office naturall.
And oft thay did this catyne man refresche:
Lik and the fylth furth of his laithly flesche.
It chancit sa▪ this begger did deceis,
Syne cary it was be angels gracious
In abrahams bosome, in heuinly rest and peace
And this riche man that was sa …yatous,
Deceiffit als, syne bu…yit glorious,
In hellis paine he …yf…it vp his eue,
And syne afar of abraham hes he seue.
Quhen Lazarus he saw with him also
In his bosome, he said with drerie Spreit:
Father Abraham hauehave mercy on my wo,
Send Lazarus his finger for to weit,
And euill my toung with cauld water and sweit▪
For I am torment sair into this flame:
Then answerit him our father abraham.
Remember Sone, that thow ressauit hes,
Into thy lyfe, thy plesure in all thing.
And contrariwise Lazarus had distres,
Bot now he is in Ioy and comforting,
And thow art in wo and tormenting,
And als be…uix vsus thair is sa greit an… space,
That na…e may cum till vther be na cace▪
And then he said▪ O father, I the pray,
Unto my fathers hous thow wald him send
That he my fyue brether aduerteis may,
Leist they into this cairfull place discend.
Bot abraham said, let them repent and mend
And als thay hauehave the Prophetis & Moyses law
Let them heir them, gif yai the way wald knaw.
Bot he said nay▪ my father abraham kynde,
Gif ony to the quick ȝeid from the deid,
Trewly thay suld repent with hart and mynde,
Bot not the les abraham this answer maid,
Gif thay heir not the Law quhilk suld them leid
Then fall they nocht in ony way is beleif
Thocht ane suld ryse from deid them to releif.
Unto the pure thairfoir be pi…tifull,
Quhill ȝe ar heir, schaw them ȝour cheritie,
Till freind and fa be all tyme mercyfull,
As ȝe forgiue▪ ȝe sall forgeuin be,
Mortifie lust, and Sensualitie,
Conforme ȝow not to warldly pomp and pryde,
Dreid God, lufe man refraine lust at all tyde.
FINIS.
¶The principall pointis of the Passioun, shortlie correctit.
HELP God the formar of all thing,
That to thy gloir may be my dyte,
Be baith at end and beginning
That I may mak ane sang perfyte
Of Iesus Christis passioun,
Sinneris only Saluatioun
As witnessis thy word in write.
Thy word for euer sall remaine,
As in his buke wrytis Isay,
Baith heuin and eird sall turne againe,
Or thy trew word cum to decay.
Thow can not lyke ane man repent.
To change thy purpois or Intent:
Bot steidfast is thy word for ay.
Iesus the fatheris word alone,
Discendit in ane Uirgine pure
With meruellis greit and mony one,
And be Iudas that fals tratour,
That Lambe for sober sum…e was sauld
And gaue his lyfe for caus he wald
Redeme all sinfull Creature.
Quhen eittin was the Pascall Lamb.
Christ tuke the breid his hand within.
Blyssing it brak it gaue the same
Till his apostillis mair and min,
Eit that, for my body is this,
Quhilk for ȝour saikis geuin is,
In till remissieun of ȝour sin.
Siclyke he gaue them for to drink,
In wyne his blude, the quhilk was sched▪
Upon his precious deid to think,
On him remembrance to be maid.
Quha ettis this blyssit Sacrament,
Worthely with trew Intent
Sall neuer se Eternall deid.
For caus thay knew him till depart.
Thay straif quha suld be ouerest:
Bot Iesus said with humbill hart,
Princes ar repute Nobilest.
The quhilk rewlis maist awfullie,
Sa amang ȝow it sall not be.
Bot quha is maist sall serue the leist.
Iesus wushe his apostillis feit,
Schawand exempill of lawlynes.
And chargit them with wordis sweit,
That lufe amang them suld Incres,
For thairby it suld cum to licht:
That ȝe ar my Discipulis richt,
GiueGive ȝe amang ȝow lufe posses,
Efter this prayer passit he,
And met the Iewes quhilk him socht,
Quhen thay had bound him cruellie,
Befoir the Iudges they him brocht.
First they him scurgit, and for scorne,
Him Crownit with ane Crowne of thorne,
Syne dampnit him to deid for nocht.
That Prince on Croce thay lyftit on hicht,
For our Redemeptioun that thocht sa lang,
He said I thrist, with all my micht,
To saue mankynde fra panis strang.
He that all warldis was beforne,
Come downe of Mary to be borne,
For our trespas on croce he hang.
Then he his heid culd Inclyne,
As wrytis Iohne, and gaue the Gaist,
And of the Croce tane was syne,
And laid in graue bot sone in haist,
Leuand he rais on the thrid day,
And to his apostillis did say,
To them appeirit maist and leist.
And syne he did his apostillis teiche,
Throw all the warld for to pas.
And till all Creature for to preiche,
As they of him Instructit was.
Quha Bapteist is, and will beleue,
Eternall deid sall not them greue,
Bot salbe sauit mair and les.
Sanct Luk wryting his assentioun.
Thocht present ay with vsus he be,
As Scripture makis mentioun.
That is to say, with vsus is he.
Be his sweit word, steidfast but faill
Contrair the quhilk can not preuaill,
Sathan nor hellis tyrannie.
Ane conforter to vsus he did send,
Quhilk from the father did proceid
To gyde vsus trewly to the end
In inwart thocht and outward deid,
Call on the Lord our gyde and licht.
To leid vsus in his law full richt,
And be our help in all our neid.
Pray for all men in generall,
Suppois thay wirk vsus richt or wrang.
Pray for ȝour Prince in speciall,
Thocht thay be Iust, or tyrannis strang.
Obey, for sa it aucht to be
In prison for the veritie,
Ane faithfull brother maid this sang.
FINIS.
¶Ane sang of the Euangell contenand the effect of the samin.
BE blyith all Christin men and sing,
Dance and mak mirth with all ȝour micht,
Christ hes vsus kyithit greit comforting,
Quhairsoir we may reioyce of richt,
Ane wark to wounder that is wrocht
Christ with his blude full deir vsus bocht,
And for our saik to deid was dicht.
For with the deuill and dulefull deid,
With hell and sin I was forlorne:
The sone of Ire at Goddis feid,
Consaine sa I was and borne,
I grew ay mair and mair tha…rin,
And daylie eli… sin to sin,
Dispair was euer me beforne.
Quhair I culd not the Law fulfill.
My warkis maid me na supplie:
Sa blind and waik was my fre will.
That hatit the veritie,
My conscience kest me euer in cair.
The Deuill he draif me to dispair,
And hell was euer befoir myne eye,
God had greit pitie on my wo,
And aboue mesure schew me grace.
Quhen I was ȝit his cruell fo,
Ȝit he wald cure my cairfull case,
His lufe to me he did conuert
From the maist deipest of his hart,
Quhilk coist him deir to mak my peace.
To his belouit Sone he said.
The tyme of mercy drawis neir,
To saif man and the feind Inuaid,
Thairfoir my hartly Sone sa deir,
Ga freith them from the feindis feid.
Thow man ouirthraw sin▪ hell, and deid,
Syne mon restoir baith haill and feir.
The sone his father did obey.
And come downe on the eird to me,
Borne of ane Mayd, as wrytis Esay,
My kynde sweit brother for to be,
He tuke on him my nature vyle,
And did his power for to cryle,
Sathan and all his subteltie.
He said thow sall hauehave victorie,
Gif thow alone on me depend:
For I will giuegive my self for the,
Thy cairfull quarrell to defend
For I am thyne, and myne thow art,
And of my gloir thow sall hauehave part,
Syne ring with me, without… end.
They man sched out my blyssit blude,
And reif alswa my lyfe from me
I thosll this only for thy gude▪
Beleue that firme and steid fastlie
For my deid sall thy deid deuoir.
That sin sall the condampne no moir,
For be that way, saif thow mon die.
Syne fra this present lyfe I fair,
To my father Celestiall.
Thy Mediator trew sall be thair
And send to the my Spreit I sall,
To giuegive the consolatioun,
In all thy tribulatioun,
The treuth he sall Instruct ȝow all.
My doing leirning mair and le…,
That leir and do vnfenȝeitlie,
For that dois Goddis Kirk Incres,
And his greit gloir dois Magnifie
Be war of men and thair command,
Quhilk me and my word do ga…estand,
My last will heir I leif to the.
FINIS.
¶ Ane sang of the birth of Christ to be sung with the tune of Balulalow.
I COME from heuin to tell,
The best nowellis that euer befell:
To ȝow thir tythingis trew I bring
And I will of them say and sing.
This day to ȝow is borne ane Chylde
Of Mary meik▪ and Virgin mylde,
That blyssit bairne vening and kynde
Sail ȝow reioyce baith hart and mynde.
It is the Lord▪ Christ God and man.
He will do for ȝow quhat he can.
Himself ȝour Sauiour will be,
Fra sin and hell to mak ȝow fre.
He is ȝour richt Saluatioun,
From Euerlasting dampnatioun,
That ȝe may ring in gloir and blis,
For euer mair in heuin with his.
Ȝe sall him find but mark or wying
Full sem…ill in ane Cribe lying,
Salyis he quhilk ȝow hes wrocht,
And all this warld maid of nocht.
Let vsus reioyce and be blyith,
And with the Hyrdis go full swyith,
And se quhat God of his grace hes done,
Throw Christ to bring vsus to his throne.
My saull and lyfe stand vp and se
Quha lyis in ane Cribe of tre.
Quhat Babe is that sa gude and fair,
It is Christ Goddis Sone and air.
Welcome now gracious God of micht,
To sinneris vyle, pure, and vnricht,
Thow come to saif vsus from distres,
How can we thank 'thy gentilnes:
O God that maid all Creature,
How art thow now becummin sa pure
That on the hay and stray will ly,
Amang the assis, Oxin and Ry.
And war the warld ten tymes sa wyde,
…led ouir with golde and stanis of pryde:
Unworthie it war ȝit to the,
Under thy feit ane stule to be.
The Silk and Sandell the to eis,
Ar …ay, and sempill sweilling clais,
Quhairin thow gloris greitest King,
As thow in heuin war in thy King.
Thow tu… sic panis temporall
To mak me riche perpetuall,
For all this warldis welth and gude,
Can nathing riche thy Celcitude.
O my deir hart ȝoung Iesus sweit▪
Prepair thy Creddili in my Spreit,
And I sall rocke the in my hart.
And neuer mair fra the depart.
Bot I sall praise the euer moir,
With sangis sweit vntounto thy gloir,
The kneis of my hart sall bow
And sing that richt Balulalow.
Gloir be to God Eternallie,
Quhilk gaue his only Sone for me,
The Angellis Ioyis for to heir,
The gracious gift of this new ȝeir.
FINIS.
TO vsus is borne a barne of blis,
Our King and Empreour,
Ane gracious Uirgin Mother is▪
To God hir Sauiour.
Had not that blyssit barne bene borne,
We had bene euerie ane forlorne.
With Sin and feindis fell:
Christ Iesus loning be to the
That thow ane man wald borne be.
To saif vsus from the hell.
For neuer was, nor …all be man,
Nor woman in this lyfe:
Sen Adam first our sin began,
And Eue his wel dit wyfe.
That can be saif throw thair gude deid,
For poysound all ar adamis seid,
And can not sin refraine.
Quhill God him self fand the remeid,
And gaue his only Sone to the deid
To freith vsus from all paine.
We suld luse God and myrrie be,
And dryue away dispair:
For Christ is cummin from heuin sa hi… ▪
Our fall for to repair.
Na toung sic kyndnes can expres,
The forme of seruand takin hes
And Verbum caro factum est.
Except Sin, lyke vntounto vsus all,
Is freith vsus from the feindis thrall
And mend quhair we did mis.
Full weill is them for euer moir,
That trowis faithfullie:
Be grace to ring with Christ in gloir,
Throw faith allanerlie▪
And weill is them that vnderstude,
The gracious gift of Christis blude,
Sched sinners for to win:
Was neuer hard sa kynde ane thing,
Christ for his fais on Croce did hing,
To purge vsus from our sin.
Thus thank we him full hartfully,
For his greit gentilnes:
We pray him for his greit mercy,
Trew Preichouris till Incres.
Fals Pharisians, and fenȝeit lair,
Quhome we hauehave followit lait and air.
Baith them and vsus forgiue
God father, Sone, and haly Spreit.
Ins…r…ct vsus in thy word sa sweit.
And efter it to liue.
FINIS.
IN dulce iubilo, Now let vsus sing with mirth & Io. Our hart is consolatioun lyis in principio. And schyms as the Sone, Matris in gremio, Alphaes, & O, Alphaes, & O. O Iesu per nule. I thrist soir efter the, Confort my hart and mynde. O puer optime, God of all grace sa kynde, & princeps glorie, Trahe me post te, Trahe me post te. Vbi sunt gaudia, In ony place bot thair: qubair that the angellis sing, Noua cantica, Bot and the bellis King, In regis Curia, God gif I war thair, God gif I war thair.
ONLIE to God on heich be gloir,
And louing be vntounto his grace,
Quha can condampne vsus ony moir,
Sen we ar now at Goddis peace.
In till his fauour we ar taine,
Throw faith in Iesus Christ allane,
Be quhome his wraith sall end and ceis.
We worschip and we louelove and pryse,
Thy Maiestie and magnitude:
That thow God Father only wife,
Kingis ouer all, with fortitude.
Na toung can tell thy strenth nor micht,
Thy wordis and thochtis all ar richt,
And all thy warkis Iust and gude.
Lord Iesus Christ Sone only borne,
Of thy Father Celestiall:
Thow sauit vsus that was forlorne,
Fra sin and hell, and Sathans thrall,
Lord Goddis Lamb, thow tuke on the,
For all our Sin to satisfie,
Lord be mercyfull vntounto vsus.
O haly Gaist, our comfort gude,
From feindis feid thy flocke defend:
To thy keiping, we them commend,
From errour and Hypocrise,
Strenth vsus in the veritie,
To perseueir vntounto the end.
FINIS.
¶Of the greit louing and blyithnes of Goddis word.
LORD God thy face and word of grace,
Hes lang bene hid be craft of men:
Quhill at the last, the nicht is past,
And we full weill thair falset ken:
We knaw perfyte, the haly wryte,
Thairfoir be gloir and praise to the:
Qudilk did vsus giuegive, this tyme to liue,
Thy word trew preichit for to se.
Our barnis now weill knawis how,
To worschip God with seruice trew:
Quhilk mony ȝeir our fatheris deir,
Allace thairfoir full sair mis knew.
Ȝit God did feid, his chosin in deid,
As Noe, and L…t, and mony mo:
And had respect, to his elect,
How euer the blind warld did go,
Sen throw thy strenth, thy word at lenth,
Is preichit cleir befoir our ene:
Be ȝit gude Lord, misericord,
To them quhilk ȝit dissanit bene,
And nocht dois knaw bot mennis law,
To thair greit dampnatioun:
Teiche them fra hand to vnderstand
Thy word to thair Saluatioun.
Quha wald be saif, first this mon hauehave,
To knaw thair sin, syne trow in Christ:
Big on this ground let lufe abound,
With pacience, prayer, hope and traist,
On God thow call▪ thank him of all,
To serue thy Nichtbour giuegive thy cure:
Thy conscience fre mon euer be,
This can giuegive the na creature.
Thow Lord abone mon giuegive alone,
Thir giftis for thy haly Name:
Quha will thair hart to Christ con…ert,
Na man can do them skaith nor schame,
Thocht Paip or King wald sa maling,
To mak the word of God forlorne:
Thair strenth sall faill and not prenaill,
Thocht thay the contrair all had sworne.
Lord let thy hand help in all land,
That thy Elect conuertit be:
Thy word to leir quhilk now dar sweir,
That thy word is bot herisie.
Thay giuegive thy word a fals record,
Quhilk neuer hard the veritie:
Nor neuer it red bot blindlingis led,
With Doctouris of Idolatrie.
The tyme is now but dout I trow,
Quhilk Paule did prophecie in writ
Thocht heuin and eird suld ga areird,
Thy word sall stand fast and perfite.
Thocht that maist parc indure thair hart
Setting thair strenth thy word againe:
Repent thay nocht thay salbe brocht
Eternally to hellis paine.
Our Sauiour and Gouernour,
Is Christ, quhais bludie wound is wyder
Redemit hes from all distres,
Sinneris that will on him confide
To him be gloir for euer moir,
To vsus quhilk hes ane promeis maid:
Us to conuoy from paine to ioy,
Baith in our lyfe and in our deid.
We hope and traist the haly Gaist,
Sall not forȝet vsus in our neid:
Sawe thy word with one accord
Hald in our hart our saull to feid.
Let vsus not mis thy gloir and blis,
Quhen fra this wretchit lyfe we wend:
Grant vsus thy grace to die in peace,
And perseueir vntounto the end.
FINIS.
¶Nunc dimittis, the prayer of Symeon Luk ij. Chapter.
LORD let thy seruand now depart,
In glaidnes rest and peace:
I am reioycit at my hart,
To se his godly face.
Quhome faithfully thow promeist me,
Christ Iesus King of grace.
This present deid sall be full sweit,
And into sleip sall changit be:
To rest, syne ryse, bot euer my Spreit
Sall liue, and be alwayis with the,
Throw faith in Christ my only traist,
Quhome presently I se.
Our Sauiour thow hes him maid,
His deid sall saue vsus all:
From sin and hell, the deuill and deid,
His Resurrectioun sall
Frelie vsus giuegive, euer for to liue,
In gloir perpetuall.
Of hethin folk, blindit so soir,
He is the verray licht.
Quhilk neuer hard of him befoir,
Nor saw him with thair sicht:
He is the gloir, praise and decoir,
And strenth of Israel richt.
FINIS.
¶ Ane sang of the resurrectioun.
CHRIST gaue him self to deid,
And for our fault he mendis maid:
For vsus he sched his precious blude,
With greit tryumphe vponupon the Rude,
And sin and Sathan thair hes slaine,
And sauit vsus from hellis paine.
For he againe fra deid vp rais,
Uictour of deid, and all our fais,
He raif the Obligatioun,
Contrair to our Saluatioun,
Syne spoylȝeit Sathan, hell and Sin,
And heuinlie gloir, to vsus hes win.
And we ar now at Goddis peace,
Throw Christ ressanit to his grace,
Our Father mercyfull he is,
And we sall Ring with him in blis.
Allalua allalua. Benedieamus Domino.
FINIS.
¶Certaine Ballatis of the Scripture.
TILL Christ, quhome I am haldin for to lufe
I gif my thirlit hart in gouernance.
How suld I lufe, and fra his trenth remuse.
Full wo wer me, that drerie disseuerance,
Is na remeid, saif only esperance:
For weill, for wo for b…ist, or ȝit for schoir,
Quhair I am set, I sall lufe euer moir.
And sen I must depart, on neid I sall
Be till him trew, with hart, and that I hecht,
And sen that I becummin am his thrall,
With body him serue, with mynde & all my micht
He is the rute of my remembrance richt,
The verray crop▪ quhome of I comfort tak,
Quhy suld I not, do seruice for his saik.
Quhome suld I serue, bot him that did me saue
Quhome suld I dout, bot him that dautis deid
Quhome suld I lufe, bot him attour the laif,
Of all my wo he is the haill remeid.
How suld I fle, and can not find na feid,
Quhome suld I lufe, bot him that hes my hart,
How suld we twin that na man can depart.
Thus vinbeset I am on euerie syde,
And quhat to do I can not weill deuise:
My flesche biddis fle, my spreir biddis me byde
Quhen cair cummis, then comfort on me cryis,
Hope sayis get vp, then langour on me lyis,
My panis biddis my wofull hart repent,
Bot neuer mair thairto will I consent.
Depart him fra, my hart will neuer consent▪
It biddis me byde, and I sall neuer fle:
For be I takin, slaine, or ȝit schent,
For sic ane King it is na schame to die.
Gif thair be grace into this eird for me,
It is committit from the heuin abufe,
Till Christ quhome I am haldin for to lufe.
FINIS.
RICHT soirly musing in my mynde,
For pitie soir my hart is pynde
Quhen I remember on Christ sa kynde
that sauit me:
Nane culd me saif from thyne till Ynde,
Bot only he.
He is the way, trothe, lyfe and licht,
The verray port till heuin full richt
Quha enteris not be his greit micht
ane theif is he:
That wald presume be his awin micht
Sauit to be.
I grant that I hauehave 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 wa… 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 …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,
B… 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 vntounto the end,
To my auld sin let me not turne againe:
For then bene far better into plaine,
Not till hauehave hard thy precept in Scripture,
Then knawand it, die cairfull creature.
FINIS.
ALLACE that same sweit face
That deit vponupon ane tre,
To purches mankynde peace,
From sin to mak vsus fre,
Allone to be our remedie.
To graith our place full meit
He is ascendit hie,
And left with vsus his Spreit:
To worship Spirituallie,
Onlie to be our remedie.
He had quhen he was gone,
Apply vsus 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 vsus at our neid
Nor ȝit vsus Iustifie
Nor ȝit can mak vsus remedie.
Bot Christ we neid nathing
Quhai…throw saui… 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 ȝit can mak vsus remedie.
Bot now sen he is gone
To ring Eternallie,
We worschip slo…k and stone,
Can nouther heir nor se
Nor ȝit can mak vsus remedie.
We hauehave dwelt all to lang
In fais Hypocrisie,
Trew faith Lord mak vsus fang.
Wirkand be cheritie
Only to be our remedie.
FINIS.
I CALL on the Lord Iesus Christ.
I hauehave 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▪ neuer resisting
Bot to Incres in faith moir and moir.
Ȝit anis againe I call on the,
Heir my request (O mercyfull Lord)
I wald faine hope in thy merciemercy,
And can not be thairto restoird:
Except thow illuminate with thy grace
My blind and naturall waiknes,
Caus me thairfoir hauehave hope in stoir
In thy merciemercy 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 fenȝeitnes.
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 merciemercy.
GiueGive me thy grace, Lord, I the pray,
To lufe my enemeis hartfullie:
Howbeit thay troubill me alway
And for thy caus do sclander me▪
Ȝit 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 plenȝe to
Thairfoir thy haly Gaist I craif
To be my gyde quhair euer I go.
That in all my aduersitie
I forȝet not the lufe of the,
Bot as thow Lord hes geuin thy word,
Let me thairin baith liue and die.
FINIS.
OF mercy ȝit he passis all,
In quhome I traist and euer sall
For to nane vther will I call▪
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 vsus 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 hauehave 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▪
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 ȝe may reid in Scripture plaine
To die thairfoir, to die thairfoir.
Ȝit sum hes hope▪ sauit to be
For doing deidis of Cheritie
Faith can not saue▪ 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▪ can not be▪
Faith will hauehave warkis of suretie,
Als fast as may conuenientlie
Be done, but moir.
Now Lord that deit vponupon 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 vsus.
Christ is our God and Sauiour,
Our help and our refuge:
Our brother and our Mediatour
Our aduocate and Iudge.
Sen on our syde is God him sell,
Quha dar againe him pleid?
For he hes vincust sin and hell,
The Deuill and also deid.
This greit gudnes that Christ hes done,
God let vsus neuer forȝet:
Bot thank and louelove that Lord abone,
With sangis sweitly set.
FINIS.
HAY let vsus sing and mak greit mirth,
Sen Christ this day to vsus is borne:
For had not bene that blyssit birth
Mankynde alwayis had bene forlorne.
All men wer borne in sinfulnes,
Condampnit to Eternall deid:
Except Christ that in richteousnes
Was only borne for our remeid.
And he, gif we beleue hes …oist
His innocens for our trespas
Had not bene Christ we had bene loist,
O blyssit birth that euer was.
FINIS.
IN Burgh and land, Eist▪ west▪ nor South
We glorie for to speik of Christ
And his Eu…ngell in our mouth
Bot far fra him ourhartis we wreist.
To Goddis Law quha will aduert,
Sall steidfast in his promeis traist,
And lufe our brethren with our hart▪
And fle from …in and vice detest.
Lufe is fulfilling of the Law,
As Paule reheirsis in his wryt,
Of Christ nathing forsuith we knaw
That hes na faith, and lufe perfyte.
The Scripture plainely dois accord,
Quha will not wirk his fatheris will,
Bot sayis euerie day, Lord, Lord,
Sall neuer cum in heuin him till.
Brether and sisteris that will resort,
Till Christ, and with his Gospell mell,
Do as ȝe say I ȝow exhort,
And now na mair dissaue ȝour sell.
Or God sall tak his word againe
Fra vsus, syne will it send,
To them that will not wirk in vaine,
Bot perseueir vntounto the end.
FINIS.
¶Ane sang contrair idolatrie.
WE suld beleue in God abufe,
And in nane vther thing,
Quha trai…tis in him, he will them lufe
And grant them thair asking.
Contrair it is to Goddis command,
To trow that help may cum:
Of Idoles maid with mennis hand,
Quhilk ar baith deif and dum.
Quha dois adorne Idolatrie,
Is contrair the haly writ:
For stock and staine is Mammontrie,
Quhilk men may carue or quhite.
The apostillis that wrait the veritie,
Expresly do conclude:
That Idoles suld detes…it be,
As contrair to Christis blude.
Ȝe sempill pepill vnperfite,
Greit Ignorance may ȝe tell.
Of stock and staine hes mair delite
Then into God him sell.
FINIS.
¶Ane ballat of the Epistill on Christinmes eu…n,
THE grace of God appeiris now
Our helth and our Saluatioun:
To teiche and instruct vsus how
In all countrie and Natioun.
That we suld leue our wickitnes,
And fle vaine warldly appetyte,
Iust haly, be with sobernes
Leif in the warld a lyfe perfyte.
That blyssit hope for to abyde,
The cumming of greit God of gloir:
And Iesus Christis woundis wyde,
The Sauiour of les and moir.
Quhilk for our saik he gaue him sell:
To saif from Sin, and purge vsus cleir,
Ane chosin pepill in speciall:
In gude warkis to perseueir.
To studie in them nicht and day,
Thus we suld ane exhort ane vther:
Of Goddis word to sing and say,
And eueryevery man to lufe his brother.
FINIS.
OF thingis twa I pray the Lord,
Deny me not befoir I die:
All vanitie and le…nd word,
Full far away thow put fra me.
Extreme pureteth nor greit riches,
Thow giuegive me not in na kin wise:
Bot only of thy greit gudnes▪
GiueGive me that may my neid suffice.
For be I riche, I may perchance,
Say, quha is God, and him misknaw:
And na thing bot my self aduance,
And him forȝet and all his Law.
Or be I pure, and hauehave na geir,
Than man I out her reif or steill.
Or than my Goddis name manesweir,
And set him at full lytill vaill.
FINIS.
LORD Father, God, that gaif me lyfe,
Thow leif me not to do my will:
Bot grant thy grace to me Catiue,
Thy godlie Law for to fulfill,
The prydefull luking of myne eine,
Lat nocht be rutit in my hart,
All euill desyre that in me bene,
Full far from me thow wald aduart,
Ane gredie stomokis appetyte,
And all surfet thow tak from me:
And als I pray the mak me quyte,
Of fleschelie lust and Licherie.
Remone from me all thrawardnes,
Als weill in mynde as outward deid:
And tak from me vnschamefastnes,
And God and man to lufe and dreid.
FINIS.
BLIS, blissit God, thir giftis gude,
Quhilk thow hes geuin to be our fude
Us blis, and mak thankfull in deid,
Be Iesus Christ that blissit seid.
In quhome all blissing we ressaif
Be quhome all blissing we ask and craif
Grant blissing Lord of michtis maist,
God, Father, Sone, and haly Gaist.
FINIS.
BLissiing gloir, wisdome, & hartly thankfulnes
And godly honouris all micht and fortitude
We offer the Lord with lawly humbilnes
Committing our selfis haili to thy Celsitude,
Asking for Christ quhilk for vsus gaue his blude,
Grace for to be in hart and mynde thankfull,
For all thy gude and fre giftis plentifull.
FINIS.
NOW let vsus sing with Ioy and mirth
In honour of our Lordis birth,
For his lufe and humanitie,
Quha gaue him self for vsus to die.
Be Adame we wer all forlorne,
Bot now Christ Iesus till vsus is borne,
Hes fred vsus fra Captiuitie
And vincust hes our Enemie.
Quhen he was borne nane did him snib,
To ly richt law intill ane Crib
Ane Ore, ane asse, richt tenderlie
Refres…hit his humanitie.
His Godheid mysteris na support
For it was full of all comfort
Quhilk equall is in all degre,
Unto his fatheris Maiestie.
The angellis sang with mirrynes,
Unto the Hyrdis mair and les,
And bad them of gude comfort be,
For Christis new Natiuitie.
For we war all at Goddis horne,
This Babe to ȝow that now is borne,
Sall mak ȝow sail, and for ȝow die,
And ȝow restoir to libertie.
This Babe for ȝow did sched his blude,
And tholit deid vponupon the Rude,
And for his greit humanitie,
Exaltit is his Maiestie.
And now he is our aduocate,
Pray and for vsus baith air and lait,
This can the Scripture verifie,
In sa far as ane man is he.
Thairfoir all tyde, tyme and hour,
Pas vntounto him as Mediatour,
Betuix the fatheris wraith and the,
Of sin, gif thow wald clengeit be.
For he hes promeist with his hart,
To all sinneris that will reuart,
And fra thair sinfull lyfe will fle,
Sall ring with him Eternallie.
To God the Father mot be gloir,
And als to Christ for euer moir,
The haly Gaist mot blissit be,
Wirkar of this Natiuitie.
FINIS.
QVHA can discriue or put in write,
The grace and mercy of our Lord,
Quhais godly giftis infinite,
Men suld remember and record,
Conforme vntounto his haly word.
Our Father God Fontaine of grace,
His Sone did send to ransoun vsus
From Sin, and all our cairfull case,
And from the Deuill maist dangerous.
And …lew that Serpent vennemous.
Christ come rycht sweit, as ane seruand,
Of seruitude to mak vsus fre:
And broken hes the Deuillis band,
Quhilk led vsus in Captiuitie,
Quhairfoir we thank his grit merciemercy.
Christ beand ryche in heuinlie gloir,
And we rycht pure and in distres:
Did mak vsus riche for euer moir,
Quhairfoir we thank his gentilnes,
Be ressoun of his greit gudnes.
Christ come full humbill and full law,
Us to exalt in Maiestie:
And tholit panis as ȝe knaw,
Of hounger, cauld, and miserie.
And we gat lyfe quhen he did die.
Christ als discendit to the hell,
And vsus redemit from that paine:
And from the deith did rais him sell,
Na mair to thoill the deid againe,
As we may reid in Scripture plaine.
Christ maid vsus iust quhen he vp rais,
Be ressoun of his victorie:
Quhairthrow he vincust all our fais
Sin, deid, and Deuill our Enemie,
And from thair bandis maid vsus fre.
Christ passit to the heuinnis hie,
To graith ane place for vsus in gloir:
Our aduocate thairfoir to be,
Heirfoir his grace let vsus imploir,
That we with him King euer moir.
FINIS.
GIF ȝe hauehave rissin from deid againe,
With Christ our cheif and Soueraine,
Quhilk did the inward man renew,
Gloir not in eirdly thingis vaine,
Bot in the croce of Christ Iesew.
Seik thingis abufe that ar not seine,
Nor neuer sall with carnall eine.
Do diligence for till subdew
The flesche, the outward man I meine,
And gloir in the Croce of Christ Iesew.
Honour it with feruent desyre,
And I sall swa ȝour Spreit inspyre,
Ay quhen temptatioun dois ȝow persew
Of Lychorie sall slokkin the fyre,
And gloir in the Croce of Christ Iesew.
Quhen auarice, pryde, or ouy sin,
Into ȝour memberis dois begin,
Than pray with feruent hart and trew,
That ȝe may be of Isackis kin
And gloir in the Croce of Christ Iesew.
And delf with deip into …ur land
As Isak did, quhill that he fand
The water of lyfe, of heuinly hew,
Quhilk is now fillit with eird and sa…d
And gloir in the Croce of Christ Iesew.
Honour the Image of the Croce,
Not cry and out with curious voyce,
Bot in the Spreit, as it is dew:
His gudnes that restorit the lose,
And gloir in the Croce of Christ Iesew.
His Image is his word compleit,
Performit be the haly Spreit
Quhilk from the father sprang and grew
Thair is na Image half sa sweit,
As gloir in the Croce of Christ Iesew.
Gif ȝe lufe Christ, hait not his word
His leuing Image, it is na bourd,
Quha lichtleis it, sall not eschew
Of vengeance the abhominabill sword
And gloir in the Croce of Christ Iesew.
Siclyke of Iuda the Lyoun stra…g,
Upon the Croce, he grat and hang.
Quhen he was raisit he ouerthrew
The Serpent, and his vennemous stang
And gloird in the Croce of Christ Iesew.
The decreit and schairp hand write,
That stoppit vsus fra the father quyte,
Furth of the myndes he withdrew,
And fixt it to the Croce perfite,
And gloird in the Croce of Christ Iesew.
Syne the Iewes that wer Legall,
And Gentiles that from adames fall,
Sa mony ȝeiris thair God misknew:
Maid baith ane body mysticall,
And gloiris in the Croce of Christ Iesew.
Let vsus thairfoir wi…h Paull now sing,
Away from vsus all visibill thing
Sing to the Lord ane sang of new
Of laude, prais, and comforting.
And gloir in the Croce of Christ Iesew.
With spirituall lufe let vsus proceid
Nocht lyke the Iewes with feir and dreid
Sing to the Lord ane sang richt trew,
That was borne of King Dauids seid,
And gloir in the Croce of Christ Iesew.
FINIS.
QVHA suld my melodie amend,
Or solace swiftly to me send,
Quha suld me succour or supplie,
Quha suld me from the deid defend,
Bot God my lufe in heuin sa hie.
Imploir his grace quhair we offend,
And do our former lyfe amend,
GiueGive honour only to that King
In quhome our hope allone depend,
And lufe him also ouer all thing.
Nixt lufe ȝour nichtbour as ȝour sell,
Euill thochtis from ȝour mynde expell
Quhair Spreit is waik ask comforting
At him quhilk creat heuin and hell
Lufe God in heuin attour all thing.
Do gude for euil, and leif ȝour will,
Not gude for gude, nor euill for euill,
Than ȝe present ane peirles sing,
Of lyfe serene, the warld vntill
Lufe God in heuin attour all thing.
Thocht thow perswaid this threid slyding
Quhilk ay incressis moir and moir,
Think weill on heuinlie gouerning
This warld is nocht bot transitoir,
And lufe thy God attour all thing.
Quha seruis the warld gais amis,
And sall be far from heuinnis blis,
(For quhy) in Scripture is founding
Na wicht can serue twa Lordis I wis,
Lufe God in heuin attour all thing.
FINIS.
¶The Conceptioun of Christ.
LET vsus reioce and sing,
And praise that michtie King,
Quhilk send his Sone of a Uirgine bricht.
La. Lay. La.
And on him tuke our vyle nature,
Our deidlie woundis to cure,
Mankynde to hald in richt,
La. Lay. La.
Sanct Luk wrytis in his Gospell,
God send his Angell Gabriell,
Unto that Uirgine but defame.
La. Lay. La.
For to fulfill the Prophesie,
was spousit with Iosaph fre,
Mary scho had to name,
La. Lay. La.
Thir wordis to hir he did reheirs,
Haill Mary full of grace,
The Lord God is with the.
La. Lay. La.
Thow blyssit Uirgine mylde,
Thow sall consaue ane Chylde
The pepill redeme sall he:
La. Lay. La.
Quhais power and greit micht,
Sall be in Goddis sicht,
Quhilk from the Father of michtis sen…,
La. Lay. La.
Iesus his Name ȝe call,
Quhilk salbe Prince ouir all
His Kingdome …all hauehave nane end.
La. Lay. La.
Than spak that Uirgin fre
Behald how sall this be.
Seing I knaw na man:
La. Lay. La.
Than said the angell chaist,
Be the power of the haly Gaist
Quhilk all thing wirk he can.
La. Lay. La▪
Elizabeth thy cousing also,
Sex monethis with Chylde can go
At quhais birth greit Ioy sall be:
La. Lay. La.
Call him Iohne, sayis the angell bricht,
Quhilk is send be Goddis micht
The Lordis way prepair sall he.
La. Lay. La.
FINIS.