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The Actes of the Apostles

translated into Englyshe Metre, and dedicated to the Kynges most excellent Maiestye, by Christofer Tye ... wyth notes to eche Chapter, to synge and also to play upon the Lute, very necessarye for studentes after theyr studye, to fyle theyr wyttes, and also for all Christians that cannot synge, to reade the good and Godlye storyes of the lyues of Christ hys Apostles

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ii. The .ij. Chapter.

When that the fifty, daye was come
Whitsonday full of grace:
They came together, all and some
In to a certayne place.
And sodaynlye, a sounde out braste
From heauen as it had bene:
The commynge of, a mighty blast
Fyllynge the house with dene.


Clouen tounges dyd, to them appeare
Lyke as they had bene fyre:
And sat vpon them, euery where
To fulfyll their desyre.
The holye ghost, dyd them aduaunce
To tounges ryght wyse and sage:
Euen as the sprit, gaue vtteraunce
So chaunged their language.


And there dwelt at, Ierusalem
Iewes that feared the Lorde:
Of euery contrey, some of them
That came to beare recorde.
Now whā this voyce, came thus to pas
The multitude dyd more:
They came together, where it was
And were amased sore.
For euery one, heard his owne tounge
That he had vsed longe:
They wondred all, bothe olde and younge
And sayde them selues amonge:
Beholde are not, these men new sprong
Euen out of Galile:
How heare we then, eche one his tounge
Wherein right borne were we.
Parthians, Medes, and Elamits
Mesopotamians:
And men of Iurye, Luke recytes
Wyth Capadocians.
The Pontans, and the Asyans
Phrigi, and Pamphilie
Of Egipt, and the Lybyans
Dwellinge Sirene nere bye.
Straūgers of Rome, Iues Proselits
Tharabians sayde thus:
They spake our tounges, which truly hyts
Of God the workes wondrus.
They were amased, & sore afrayde
Wōdringe at this straunge syne:


And other mocked, them and sayde
They are full of newe wyne.
Peter stode vp, the trueth to tell
Straynynge his voyce to them:
Of Iury and, to those that dwell
Euen at Ierusalem.
Be thys wel knowne, vnto you all
And with your eares heare saye:
These are not droncke, as ye them call
Thys thyrde houre of the daye.
But this is it, that spoken was
Of the prophet Ioell:
In the last dayes, shall come to pas
Sayth God as I shall tell.
I wyll powre out, sayth God the Lorde
My spyryte vpon all fleshe:
Your sonnes and, daughters shall recorde
Yonge men shall see thynges freshe.
Your olde men shall, dreme dremes alwayes
On my seruauntes wyll I:
Powre out my sprite, euen in those dayes
And they shall prophecy.
Wonders in heauen, I wyll prouoke
And on the earth great chaunge:
Blode, fire and the, vapoure of smoke
Whiche shal appeare right straunge.
The Sunne shal turne, into darknes
The Moone eke into blood:
Before the daye, of great Iustes
The Lorde shall thynke it good.


And it shalbe, euen in those dayes
Who so wyll mercy craue:
And call vpon, the Lorde alwayes
Doutles he wyll hym saue.
Ye Israelites, be ye not deffe
But heare thys yf ye can:
The Lorde Iesus, of Nazarethe
Of God approued man.
Amonge you was, miraculus
Great wonders he dyd showe:
God wrought by hym, thinges wonderus
Emidst of you ye knowe.
Hym haue ye taken, by the handes
To scourge him with a rod:
After he was, geuen you in bandes
By the foresyght of God.
Ye haue hym crucifed, and slayne
But God agayne him raysed:
And losed hym, from deathe and payne
In him styll to be praysed.
Because it was, impossible
To withstande his great myght:
For Dauid which was, credible
Dyd prophecie aryght.
I sawe God alwayes, before me
He is on my ryght hande:
That I shoulde neuer, moued be
My heart dyd vnderstande.
Great ioyes my heart, dyd fele in dede
My tounge was glad also:


My fleash dyd lyue, without all drede
In hope voyde of all wo.
Because my soule, to make his mone
In hell shall not left be:
Ne yet suffer, the holye one
Corruption for to see.
Thou hast of lyfe, shewed me the lyght
With ioye my heart possest:
Euen with, thy countenaunce so bryght
My soule is brought to rest.
Ye men & brethren, my wordes marke
Let me speche frely haue:
Euen of Dauid, the Patriarke
For he lyeth dead in graue.
And his sepulchre, doth remayne
With vs vnto thys daye:
No dout he was, a prophet playne
And knewe what God dyd saye.
Not onely saye, but also swere
And in hys othe repeate:
The fruites of hys, loynes shal prospere
And syt vpon his seate.
In that Christ in, the fleash shoulde ryse
He ryght well sawe before:
And sayde he shoulde, ryse vp ryght wise
And lyue for euermore.
Hys soule shoulde not, be left in hell
Hys fleash corrupt nought shall:
God hath hym raysed, vp right well
Wherof we wytnes all.


Syns now that he, by the right hande
Of God exalted is:
And by the Lorde, doth vnderstande
The holy ghostes promis.
Now of hys wordes, ye knowe the ende
As ye may heare and see:
Dauid to heauen dyd not ascende:
But truly thus sayde he.
The Lorde vnto, my Lorde dyd saye
Syt thou on my ryght hande:
Untyll I make, thy foes to staye
Thy fote on them to stande.
All Israell, knowe thys certayne
And therin to persist:
The same Iesus, whome ye haue slayne
God hath made Lorde and Christ.
When they hearde this, their hearts did fall
And sayde Peter vnto:
And eke to the, Apostles all
Brethren what shall we do.
And Peter sayde, to them repent
And then Baptisme begynne:
In Christ his name, by whom God sent
Remission of synne.
Ye shall receyue, the holy goost
The promyse so dyd fall:
To you and yours, in euery roost
Such as the Lorde shall call.
He bare witnes, of great comforte
Exhortynge them eche one:


To saue them from, thontowarde sorte
And generacion.
They that his preachinge, dyd imbrace
Were baptist euen through out:
There came to them, that day by grace
Thre thousande soules about.
They dyd folowe, thapostles lore
Doctrine and companye:
Breakynge their breade, and euermore
In prayer certaynelye.
And eke of euery soule the fere
Of God on them dyd fall:
Wonders and sygnes, were shewed eche where
By the apostles all.
And such as dyd, beleue Gods wyll
Together kept in bandes:
To haue all thynges, in comen styll
They solde their goodes and landes.
Departynge them, euen in the Lorde
As euery man had nede:
Beinge daylye, with one accorde
In the temple in dede.
In euerye house, the breade to parte
Their meate to eate aryght:


With ioye, and singlenes of hearte
Praysynge the God of myght.
They had fauour, with euery one
The Lorde added right fre:
Unto the congregacion
Suche as shoulde saued be.