Quha of his Schip, hes prenspall pilat bene,
And him conductit saifly throw the Seis,
The Lord will luke, with kind and louing eis:
On sic as dois thair faith, vpon him found,
And from all dangers, keip thame saife and sound.
From perrils, he his persoun did preuent,
So cairfully, from skaith he did him keipe,
Quhair raging wauis, and waters turbilent,
Did flow and fleet, into the dangerous deipe,
His wakrife eis, dois walk and neuer sleipe:
Ouer Heuin, earth, hell, and euery liuing thing,
And he of Sea and land, is Lord and king.
From Heuin so hie, he seis all things belaw,
And of his awin, he hes gret cair and cure,
From storms of wind, and tempests that did blaw,
His michtie power, preseru'd him saife and sure,
His deuine power, quhilk euer sall indure:
Can calme gret storms, and make thame to be still,
All creaturs, obais his blessit will.
Our nobill Prence, maist pregnant into wit,
Now with his Queene, conioynd in marage band,
This gracious God, quhois mercies ar maist grit,
Hes brocht thame baith, in saifty to this land,
I pray the Lord, lang that thair stait may stand:
That God thairby, may glore and honour haue,
And that the cuntry comfort may resaue.
Sen God aboue, be his hie power deuine,
Hes the conductit, at thy harts desire,
It the becums, this Pilot to propine,
With rich rewards, in recompence of hire,
Because he wes, thy gide and onely squire,
With doubill thanks, for by his Pilot fe,
Weill he deseruis, rewardit for to be.