A Compendious Bulk of Godly Psalms and Spiritual Songs, Psalms and ballads · Part 82 – Part 86
¶Of the day of iudgement.
ALL Christin and faithfull, in hart be ioyfull
Reioyce and mak gude cheir,
Be merie and glaid, and be no moir sad
The day of the Lord drawis neir.
Under protestatioun, with liue and correctie…
That nane be offendit heir,
I will speik planelie, to rais ȝour hartis quiklie,
The day of the Lord drawis neir.
All Paipis and prelatis, and spirituall estaitis
That thinkis ȝe hauehave na peir,
Cast away ȝour wairis, ȝour princelie effairis
The day of the Lord drawis neir.
O hirdis of Israel, heir ȝe the Lordis bell
Knelland fast in ȝour eir,
Quhilk biddis in plaine▪ leue ȝour triffillis vane
The day of the Lord drawis neir.
Personis that hes cure to preiche vntounto the pure
Ȝe hauehave ȝour waigis to deir,
The layit ȝe will not teiche, nor ȝit goddis word will preiche
The day of the Lord drawis neir.
I will ȝow exhort, in termis richt schort,
Baith Preist, Channoun, Monk, and Freir,
To slaik of ȝour sleuth, & schaw furth the treuth
The day of the Lord drawis neir.
And ȝe brethren all Ecclesiasticall
Serue ȝour Lord God in feir,
Leue ȝour ceremonyis of ȝour awin fund gyis
The day of the Lord drawis neir,
Ȝour coistlie reparationis, ȝour offeringis and oblatiounis
Ȝour curious notis in the queir
On the day of dreid▪ sall stand in litill steid
Quhen the Lordis sentence drawis neir.
Princes and Kingis, that sa Ryall Ringis
That suld hauehave all rewle and steir,
Do Iustice equall▪ baith to greit and small
The day of the Lord drawis neir.
On the pure cōmounis, suffer na oppressiounis
Bot humblie thair plaintis heir,
With extreme Iustice, trespassouris punische,
The day of the Lord drawis neir.
Syne with ȝour sword, let furth Goddis word
Our heuinly Mirrour cleir,
And anker ȝow sure on haly Scripture
For the day of the Lord drawis neir.
Erlis, Lordis, and Barrounis, hurt not ȝour cōmounis
In body, gudis, nor geir:
Do ȝe the contrair, ȝour housis will misfair
The day of the Lord drawis neir.
Be trew to the Crowne defend ȝour Regioun
That ȝour foirbearis coft sa deir,
And euer hauehave Eye, vntounto ȝour libertie
The day of the Lord drawis neir.
I cry in generall, on Spirituall & Temporall,
This lectioun that ȝe leir:
Remember alwayis, that schort be ȝour dayis
The day of the Lord drawis neir.
That day sall horribill, be and eik terribill▪
Quhe… that Iust Iudge sall appeir:
In his birnand Ire, to iudge the warld with fyre
The day of the Lord drawis neir.
At ane Trumpet blast, we sall be all agast,
Heuin▪ hell, eird▪ sall it heir,
Syne stand befoir the Iuge, without ony refuge
The day of the Lord drawis neir.
We sall giuegive rekning, of our sinfull leuing
We hauehave spendit in all maneir,
As we hauehave deseruit, sa sall we be seruit
The day of the Lord drawis neir.
That day the faithfull, salbe richt Ioyfull
Befoir Christ quhen thay compeir▪
Bot the vnfaithfull, salbe richt wofull
Quhen the Lordis sentence drawis neir.
To vnbelenaris all, this sentence giuegive he sall,
With Ire and awfull cheir,
Pas ȝe to the hell, with Deuillis to dwell,
The heuin ȝe sall neuer cum neir.
The Iust sall all stand, euin at his richt hand,
Defendit from all dangeir,
To quhome he sail say, richt sweitly that day
The sentence quhill: drawis neir.
Cum heir my Ele…, and my awin sweit Sect,
Ȝour hyre sall not be in weir,
Baith Saull and body, in heuin Eternallie
Thay sall dwell with me rich… neir.
Quhairfoir I do call, …
To ryis and be neuer sweir
Bot euer bewar of the wofull snair
The day of the Lord drawis neir.
A walk ay and pray baith in nicht and day
To Christ that coft vsus all deir
To be our mediatour in that feirfull hour
Quhen the day of the Lord drawis neir.
FINIS.
BLENK in this Mirrour man and mend,
For heir thow may thy exempill se,
To all mankynde it is weill kend
That euer come hidder, that he mon die
And fra this dome he may not …e,
Suppois he hauehave land and gold to spend
Array ȝow all and reddy be
Blenk in this Mirrour man and mend.
Heir is the ressoun quha lykis to reid,
This day thow was ane King with Croun,
The morne cummis deith withouttin dreid
Commandis the to his presoun,
Richt suddanely he drawis the doun
Thow wait that thow mon with him wend
Thairfoir leif weill, be reddy bowne
Blenk in this Mirrour man and mend.
Thair is nane in stait sa hie
Prince, King, nor Empreour
Fra this dome ane fute may …le
For all his gold and his valour.
Thairfoir thow blenk in this Mirrour
That is graciouslie to the send,
Think on the sweit and als the sour
Blenk in this Mirrour man and mend.
Behald now to thir men of micht
That mekill hes, and wald hauehave mair,
And to thair sembling …ak gude sich…
How that thay pas away sa bair.
And set not by how that we fair
That winnis all that thay spend,
Richt busilie baith lait and air,
Blenk in this Mirrour man and mend.
Sen thow wait that thow mon pas,
And thow wait nouther quhen nor quhair
And thy body sall turne in Asse,
That thow now feidis vp sa fair.
Confes thy sinnis les and mair
Unto thy God, or thow hyne wend,
And till him leyne for euer mair
Blenk in this Mirrour man and mend.
FINIS.
O MAN ryse vp and be not sweir,
Prepair aganis this gude new ȝeir
My new ȝeir gift thow hes in stoir
Sen I am he that coft the deir
Gif me thy hart I ask no moir.
Gif me thy hart for I suld hauehave it
It is my richt thairfoir I craif it,
To win the samin I sufferit soir
And now am reddy to ressane it,
Gif me thy hart I ask no moir.
I am the Lord maid the of nocht
Lyke my awin Image hes the wrocht,
The to all frelage I did restoir,
Sen my dart blude thy hart hes bocht
Gif me thy hart I ask no moir.
I come in eirth, and thair did dwell,
I send na message bot my sell:
The to releif of deidly soir,
Sen I hauehave fred the from the hell
Gif me thy hart I ask no moir.
I hauehave the fred from all thirlage,
And hes preparit thyne heritage
Quhair deith sall neuer the deuoir,
And now am cummin to craif my wage
Gif me thy hart I ask no moir.
Bewar I am ane Ielous God,
I am na Image, stock nor wod:
Thairfoir giuegive nane of thay my gloi…,
Sen … heuin mon be the rod
Gif me thy hart I ask no moir.
Let be thy sculptill honouris vaine
Quhilkis ar confouudie and prophaine
And swa ar all dois them adoir,
… testifyis Dauid in Scripture plaine
… thy hart I ask no moir,
… thow hes offendit,
Contrair my Law thy lyfe hes spendit,
My mercy is reddy ȝit as of befoir
In this new ȝeir all may be amendit,
Gif me thy hart I ask no moir.
FINIS.
O MAN Behald this warldis vaniteis,
The Ioy of it I wait is fantasie,
Thairfoir bewar my counsell now it is
Be glaid in God, for doutles thow mon die.
Think thow art cum, & wait not quhē to pas,
Think thow mō change, & wait not quhair to be,
Think quhy thow come, & quhat thy erand was
Be weill auysit, for doutles thow mon die.
Auise the weill▪ quhill thow hes tyme & space,
Exempill tak daylie as thow may se,
Quhen deith cummis thair is na vther grace
Bot ȝeild the than, for doutles thow mon die.
Ȝeild the to God with humbill hart contrite,
In Cheritie lufe as thow wald lufit be,
Gif thow wald leif without this warldis despite
Remember on this, for doutles thow mon die.
Remember vponupon thy God Omnipotent,
That is and was, and euer moir salbe,
And for thy sin he saikleslie was schent
Be kynde againe, for doutles thow mon die.
Be kynde againe for heuin Celestiall,
Quhair gloir and Ioy without end sall be,
Be kynde and dreid the cruell paine of hell
Theus thee the ane, for doutles thow mon die.
FINIS.
SEN throw vertew Incressis dignitie,
And vertew is flour and rute of Nobles ay
Of ony wit or quhat estait thow be,
His steppis follow, and dreid for none effray:
Eiect vice▪ and follow treuth alway
Lufe maist thy God that first thy lufe began
And for ilk Inche he will quyte the ane span.
Be not ouir proude in thy prosperitie
For as it cummis, sa will it pas away,
The tyme to compt is schort thow may weill se.
For of grene gres sone cummis wallowit hay
Labour in treuth, quhilk suith is of thy fay
Traist maist in God, for he best gyde the can
And for ilk Inche he will the quyte ane span.
Sen word is thrall▪ and thocht is only fre,
Thow dant thy toung, that power hes and may,
Thow steik thy Ene fra warldis vanitie,
Refraine thy lust, and harkin quhat I say
Graip or thow slyde, and keip furth the hie way,
Thow hald the fast vponupon thy God and man
And for ilk Inche he will the quyte ane span.
FINIS.
¶Quod King Iames the first.