My dear Brother, with courage bear the crosse
Joy shall be joyned with all thy sorrou here
High is thy hope disdain this earthly drosse!
Once shall you see the wished day appear

Now it is dark thy sky cannot be clear,
After the clouds it shall be calm anone,
Wait on his will whoes blood hath bo't the[e] dear
Extoll his name tho outward joyes be gone.

Look to the Lord thou art not left alone,
Since he is thine quhat pleasure canst thou take
He is at hand, and hears thy heavy groan
End out thy faught, and suffer for his sake

A sight most bright thy soul shall shortly see
When shew of Glore thy rich reward shall be: