Allace his lyke he left not ane,
Nor I feir sall not se agane:
Bot zit let vs nawayis dispair,
For quhy our God dois zit remane,
Quha can and will for his prepair.
For thocht his deith we do deploir,
Zit is he not our God thairfoir:
As wickit wardlings wald obtend,
Gone is zour God quhairin ze gloir.
The leuing God we mak it kend,