Goostly psalmes and spirituall songes drawen out of the holy Scripture, for the co[m]forte and consolacyon of soch as loue to reioyce in God and his worde [by Miles Coverdale] |
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To the boke.
Go lytle boke, get the acquaintaunce
Amonge the louers of Gods worde
Geue them occasyon the same to auaunce
And to make theyr songes of the Lorde
That they may thrust vnder the borde
All other balettes of fylthynes
And that we all with one accorde
May geue ensample of godlynes
Amonge the louers of Gods worde
Geue them occasyon the same to auaunce
And to make theyr songes of the Lorde
That they may thrust vnder the borde
All other balettes of fylthynes
And that we all with one accorde
May geue ensample of godlynes
Go lytle boke amonge mens chyldren
And get the to theyr companye
Teach them to synge ye cōmaundementes ten
And other balettes of Gods glorye
Be not ashamed I warande the
Though thou be rude in songe and ryme
Thou shalt to youth some occasion be
In godly sportes to passe theyr tyme.
And get the to theyr companye
Teach them to synge ye cōmaundementes ten
And other balettes of Gods glorye
Be not ashamed I warande the
Though thou be rude in songe and ryme
Thou shalt to youth some occasion be
In godly sportes to passe theyr tyme.
i
To the holy Goost.
O holy spirite our cōfortoure
For grace & help lorde now we call
Teach vs to knowe Christ our sauyoure
And his fathers mercy ouer all
From his swete worde let vs not fall
But lyft vp our hertes alway to the
That we may receaue it thankfully.
For grace & help lorde now we call
Teach vs to knowe Christ our sauyoure
And his fathers mercy ouer all
From his swete worde let vs not fall
But lyft vp our hertes alway to the
[i]
Nowe seynge we are come together
To heare the wordes of verite
In vnderstandynge be thou guyder
That we may folowe the voyce of the
From straunge lernynge lorde kepe vs fre
That we thorowe them be not begyled
Kepe our vnderstandynge vndefyled
To heare the wordes of verite
In vnderstandynge be thou guyder
That we may folowe the voyce of the
From straunge lernynge lorde kepe vs fre
That we thorowe them be not begyled
Kepe our vnderstandynge vndefyled
We praye the also blessed lorde
Enflame our hertes so with thy grace
That in our lyues we folowe thy worde
And one forgeue anothers trespace
To amende our lyues lorde geue vs space
With thy godly frutes endewe vs all
That from thy worde we neuer fall
Enflame our hertes so with thy grace
That in our lyues we folowe thy worde
And one forgeue anothers trespace
To amende our lyues lorde geue vs space
With thy godly frutes endewe vs all
That from thy worde we neuer fall
ii
Let vs not haue thy worde onely
In our mouthe and in our talkynge
But both in dede and verite
Let vs shewe it in our lyuynge
Make vs frutefull in euery thynge
And in good workes so to encreace
That whyle we lyue we may the please.
In our mouthe and in our talkynge
But both in dede and verite
Let vs shewe it in our lyuynge
Make vs frutefull in euery thynge
And in good workes so to encreace
That whyle we lyue we may the please.
O lorde lende vs thy strength and power
To mortifie all carnall luste
In all our trouble sende vs succour
That we faynt not in the to truste
And make vs stronge to suffre with Christe
Beynge pacient in aduersite
And in all thynges thankfull to the.
To mortifie all carnall luste
In all our trouble sende vs succour
That we faynt not in the to truste
And make vs stronge to suffre with Christe
Beynge pacient in aduersite
And in all thynges thankfull to the.
Another of the same.
[Come holy spirite moste blessed lorde]
Come holy spirite moste blessed lorde
Fulfyl oure hartes nowe with thy grace
And make our myndes of one accorde
Kyndle them with loue in euery place
O Lorde thou forgeuest our trespace
And callest the folke of euerye countre
To the ryght fayth and truste of thy grace
That they may gyue thankes & synge to the.
Alleluya/Alleluya.
Fulfyl oure hartes nowe with thy grace
And make our myndes of one accorde
[ii]
O Lorde thou forgeuest our trespace
And callest the folke of euerye countre
To the ryght fayth and truste of thy grace
iii
Alleluya/Alleluya.
O holy lyght moste principall
The worde of lyfe shewe vnto vs
And cause vs to knowe God ouer all
For our owne father moste gracious
Lorde kepe vs from lernyng venymous
That we folowe no masters but Christs
He is the verite, his worde sayth thus
Cause vs to set in hym our truste
Alleluya/Alleluya.
The worde of lyfe shewe vnto vs
And cause vs to knowe God ouer all
For our owne father moste gracious
Lorde kepe vs from lernyng venymous
That we folowe no masters but Christs
He is the verite, his worde sayth thus
Cause vs to set in hym our truste
Alleluya/Alleluya.
O holy fyre and conforth moste swete
Fyll our hertes with fayth and boldnesse
To abyde by the in colde and hete
Content to suffre for ryghtuousnesse
O lorde geue strengthe to our weaknesse
And sende vs helpe euery houre
That we may ouercome all wyckednesse
And brynge this olde Adam vnder thy power
Alleluya/Alleluya.
Fyll our hertes with fayth and boldnesse
To abyde by the in colde and hete
Content to suffre for ryghtuousnesse
O lorde geue strengthe to our weaknesse
[iii]
That we may ouercome all wyckednesse
And brynge this olde Adam vnder thy power
Alleluya/Alleluya.
Another of the same.
[Thou holy spirite we pray to the]
Thou holy spirite we pray to the
Strengthe out fayth and increace it alway
Cōforth our hertes in aduersite
with trewe beleue bothe nyght and daye.
Kirieleyson.
Strengthe out fayth and increace it alway
Cōforth our hertes in aduersite
with trewe beleue bothe nyght and daye.
iiii
Thou worthy lyght that art so cleare
Teache vs Christe Iesu to knowe alone
That we haue neuer cause to feare
In hym to haue redempcyon.
Kirieleyson.
Teache vs Christe Iesu to knowe alone
That we haue neuer cause to feare
In hym to haue redempcyon.
Kirieleyson.
Thou swete loue graunt vs altogether
To be vnfayned in charite
That we may all loue one another
And of one mynde alwaye to be.
Kirieleyson.
To be vnfayned in charite
That we may all loue one another
And of one mynde alwaye to be.
Kirieleyson.
Be thou our confortoure in all nede
Make vs to feare nether death nor shame
But in the treuth to be stablyshed
That Sathan put vs not to blame.
Kirieleyson.
Make vs to feare nether death nor shame
But in the treuth to be stablyshed
That Sathan put vs not to blame.
Kirieleyson.
Unto the Trenite.
God the father dwel vs by
And let vs neuer do amysse
geue vs grace with wyll to dye
& make vs redy to thy blysse
from the deuels myght & power
kepe vs in fayth euery houre
and euer let vs buylde on the
with hole herte trustynge stedfastly
our fleshe is weake
the deuell is stronge
he wolde ouerthrowe vs euer amonge
without the can we neuer spede
nowe helpe vs therfore in our nede
Amen Amen let it be so
thē shall we synge Alleluya.
And let vs neuer do amysse
[iiii]
& make vs redy to thy blysse
from the deuels myght & power
kepe vs in fayth euery houre
and euer let vs buylde on the
with hole herte trustynge stedfastly
v
the deuell is stronge
he wolde ouerthrowe vs euer amonge
without the can we neuer spede
nowe helpe vs therfore in our nede
Amen Amen let it be so
[v]
Iesu Christ now dwell vs by
And let vs neuer do amysse. &c.
And let vs neuer do amysse. &c.
Holy Goost now dwell vs by
And let vs neuer do amysse. &c.
And let vs neuer do amysse. &c.
The ten commaundementes of God.
These are the holy commaundementes ten
which God our lorde gaue so strately
by moses his seruaunte vnto all men
vpon ye hygh hyll of Sinai
Kirieleyson.
which God our lorde gaue so strately
by moses his seruaunte vnto all men
vi
Kirieleyson.
Thou shalt haue none other God but me
Set thou thy trust in me alone
Loue and dred me vnfaynedly
with harte and mynde at all season.
Kirieleyson
Set thou thy trust in me alone
Loue and dred me vnfaynedly
with harte and mynde at all season.
Kirieleyson
Thou shalt not take my name in vayne
But call on it in all thy nede
from othes and lyes thou shalt refrayne
That my name be not dishonoured
Kriieleyson.
But call on it in all thy nede
from othes and lyes thou shalt refrayne
That my name be not dishonoured
Kriieleyson.
The Saboth day halowe thou to me
As I rested fro my workynge
So cease thou from all vanite
That I maye worke in the all thynge
Kirieleyson.
As I rested fro my workynge
So cease thou from all vanite
That I maye worke in the all thynge
Kirieleyson.
[vi]
Honoure thy father and mother also
with men that are in auctorite
Obeye them all where euer thou go
So shall thy lyfe be longe truely.
Kirieleyson.
with men that are in auctorite
Obeye them all where euer thou go
So shall thy lyfe be longe truely.
Kirieleyson.
Thou shalt not kyll nor hate any man
Nor yet beare malyce in thy mynde
Do thy enemyes the best thou can
And to all men se thou be kynde.
Kirieleyson.
Nor yet beare malyce in thy mynde
Do thy enemyes the best thou can
And to all men se thou be kynde.
Kirieleyson.
Thy wedlocke shalt thou kepe truly
And helpe other men to do the same
That whordome and dishonestie
Maye be distroyed and put to blame
Kirieleyson.
And helpe other men to do the same
That whordome and dishonestie
Maye be distroyed and put to blame
Kirieleyson.
Thou shalt not steale thy neghbours good
Nor get it with false marchaundyse
But worke with thyne hande to get thy food
And to sustayne the poore helplesse.
Kirieleyson.
Nor get it with false marchaundyse
But worke with thyne hande to get thy food
And to sustayne the poore helplesse.
Kirieleyson.
Agaynst no man beare false witnesse
And speake no euell to hurte his name.
But yf he fall thorowe his weaknesse
Do thou thy best to couer his shame.
Kirieleyson.
And speake no euell to hurte his name.
But yf he fall thorowe his weaknesse
Do thou thy best to couer his shame.
Kirieleyson.
Thou shalt not thy neghbours house desyre
His wyfe, seruaunt, nor mayde also
But shalt be glad his good to forbeare
As thou thy selfe woldest be done to.
Kirieleyson.
His wyfe, seruaunt, nor mayde also
But shalt be glad his good to forbeare
As thou thy selfe woldest be done to.
Kirieleyson.
vii
Another of the same.
[Man]
Man
wylt thou lyue ryght vertuously
and with god reygne eternally
then must thou kepe these cōmaundementes ten
that god cōmaunded to all men.
Kirieleyson.
and with god reygne eternally
then must thou kepe these cōmaundementes ten
that god cōmaunded to all men.
Kirieleyson.
I am thy god and lorde alone
without me shalt thou other haue none
Thy harte shall trust on me alwaye
Loue and feare me both nyght and daye
Kirieleyson.
[vii]
Thy harte shall trust on me alwaye
Loue and feare me both nyght and daye
Kirieleyson.
Thou shalt honoure my name with spede
And call on it in all thy nede
Thou shalt halowe the Saboth daye
That I maye worke in the alwaye
Kirieleyson.
And call on it in all thy nede
Thou shalt halowe the Saboth daye
That I maye worke in the alwaye
Kirieleyson.
Honoure thy father and mother also
Obey thou them where euer thou go
No mans persone desyre to kyll
And thy wedlocke shalt thou fulfyll
Kirieleyson.
Obey thou them where euer thou go
No mans persone desyre to kyll
And thy wedlocke shalt thou fulfyll
Kirieleyson.
From thy neghboure steale thou nothynge
nor false witnesse agaynst hym brynge
Thy neghbours house thou shalt not desyre
His wyfe and good shalt thou forbeare
Kirieleyson.
nor false witnesse agaynst hym brynge
Thy neghbours house thou shalt not desyre
His wyfe and good shalt thou forbeare
Kirieleyson.
The Crede.
we beleue all vpon one God
maker of heuen and erth he is truly
oure father deare he hath hym made
ye we all his chyldren myght be
he prouydeth for vs dayly
body and soule defēdeth he strōgly
al mysfortune shal frō vs fle
no harme shall happen to any of vs
he careth for vs both day & nyght
he is oure keper most gracyous
al thyngs stōde ī his power & myght
maker of heuen and erth he is truly
viii
ye we all his chyldren myght be
he prouydeth for vs dayly
body and soule defēdeth he strōgly
al mysfortune shal frō vs fle
[viii]
he careth for vs both day & nyght
he is oure keper most gracyous
al thyngs stōde ī his power & myght
we beleue all on Christe Iesu
His owne sonne and oure lorde most deare
which in godhead, power and vertus
Is alway lyke to his father
Of the glorious virgyn Mary
was he borne a man vndoutedly
Thorowe the holy goostes workyng fre
For vs deed and buried truely
He rose vp the thyrde daye alone
To heauen ascended he myghtely
And shall come to iudge vs echone.
His owne sonne and oure lorde most deare
which in godhead, power and vertus
Is alway lyke to his father
Of the glorious virgyn Mary
was he borne a man vndoutedly
Thorowe the holy goostes workyng fre
ix
He rose vp the thyrde daye alone
To heauen ascended he myghtely
And shall come to iudge vs echone.
we beleue all on the holy goost
Lyke the father and sonne in Trenite
In all our trouble oure conforte most
And in all oure aduersite
One holy church beleue we all
which is fylled with sayntes great and small
And for synne can it neuer fall
Of synnes there is clene remission
Oure flesh shall aryse without doutynge
There is prepared for vs euerychone
A lyfe that is euerlastynge.
Lyke the father and sonne in Trenite
In all our trouble oure conforte most
And in all oure aduersite
One holy church beleue we all
which is fylled with sayntes great and small
And for synne can it neuer fall
Of synnes there is clene remission
Oure flesh shall aryse without doutynge
There is prepared for vs euerychone
A lyfe that is euerlastynge.
Another of the same.
[In God I trust, for so I must]
In God I trust, for so I must,
he hath made heauen and earth also,
my father is he, his chylde am I
my conforte he is / I haue no mo.
In all my nede he maketh me spede
his power is with me alwaye
to helpe me euery daye.
There is no euell can haue his wyll
agaynst my health nor yet my wealth
but it muste come to my furtheraunce.
he is my kynge / ye ruleth all thynge
ye deuell can make no hynderaunce.
he hath made heauen and earth also,
my father is he, his chylde am I
[ix]
In all my nede he maketh me spede
his power is with me alwaye
to helpe me euery daye.
There is no euell can haue his wyll
agaynst my health nor yet my wealth
x
he is my kynge / ye ruleth all thynge
ye deuell can make no hynderaunce.
[x]
So do I trust on Iesu Christ
His sonne conceaued of the holy goost
Borne of Marye a virgin fre
For all my synnes to paye the cost
For deed was he and buried truely
The gates of hell hath he broken
And heauen hath he made open
He rose truely, the thyrde daye fre
He went vp ryght, to the father of myght
And shall apeare at domes daye
For iudge shall he, all the worlde truely
And dryue myne enemyes all a waye.
His sonne conceaued of the holy goost
Borne of Marye a virgin fre
For all my synnes to paye the cost
For deed was he and buried truely
The gates of hell hath he broken
And heauen hath he made open
He rose truely, the thyrde daye fre
He went vp ryght, to the father of myght
And shall apeare at domes daye
For iudge shall he, all the worlde truely
And dryue myne enemyes all a waye.
I also truste, on the holy goost
Lyke the father and sonne in Trenite
My conforth best in all euell rest
In all my nede my chefest remedie
A church holy, I beleue truely
which is but one generall
For synne can it neuer fall
A company of sayntes they be
Of synfulnesse true forgyuenesse
Is from amonge them neuer
Oure fleshe verely shall ryse in glory
So shall we lyue with God for euer.
Lyke the father and sonne in Trenite
My conforth best in all euell rest
In all my nede my chefest remedie
A church holy, I beleue truely
which is but one generall
For synne can it neuer fall
A company of sayntes they be
Of synfulnesse true forgyuenesse
Is from amonge them neuer
Oure fleshe verely shall ryse in glory
So shall we lyue with God for euer.
Amen.
Of the Pater noster.
xi
O father ours celestiall,
we praye to the,
thou wylt haue vs on the to call,
in spirite and verite
Thy godly name be sanctified in great honoure
amonge vs all
and halowed
also euery houre.
The kyngdome of thy grace drawe nye
that thou mayst dwell alwaye in vs
with thy holy spirite continually
that we remayne not vicious
but as thou hast geuē vs thy sprete
so let vs euer do good thorowe it.
we praye to the,
thou wylt haue vs on the to call,
in spirite and verite
Thy godly name be sanctified in great honoure
amonge vs all
and halowed
also euery houre.
[xi]
that thou mayst dwell alwaye in vs
with thy holy spirite continually
that we remayne not vicious
but as thou hast geuē vs thy sprete
xii
we praye the also blessed Lorde
Let thy wyll be done
Amongst vs here with one accorde
As in heauen all season
And let vs neuer oure wyll fulfyll
But thyne alwaye
For ours is wycked and geuen to euell
Truely both nyght and daye
And geue vs euer oure dayly bred
Both for oure body and soule also
And let vs with thy worde be fed
That we be neuer kepte therfro
Lorde sende vs true sheperdes therfore
To fede vs thy shepe euermore
Let thy wyll be done
Amongst vs here with one accorde
As in heauen all season
And let vs neuer oure wyll fulfyll
But thyne alwaye
For ours is wycked and geuen to euell
Truely both nyght and daye
And geue vs euer oure dayly bred
Both for oure body and soule also
And let vs with thy worde be fed
That we be neuer kepte therfro
Lorde sende vs true sheperdes therfore
To fede vs thy shepe euermore
Forgeue oure dettes and synfulnesse
Lorde we the praye
where we haue greued the more or lesse
Ether by nyght or daye
For we forgeue them that greue vs
Or do vs euell
Trustynge that thou wylt be gracyous
Thy promyse to fulfyll
In no tentacyon Lorde vs brynge
Nor suffre vs for to fall from the
But be oure helpe in euery thynge
And kepe vs from all ioperdy
Both of our body and soule also
And delyuer vs where euer we go.
Lorde we the praye
where we haue greued the more or lesse
Ether by nyght or daye
For we forgeue them that greue vs
Or do vs euell
Trustynge that thou wylt be gracyous
Thy promyse to fulfyll
In no tentacyon Lorde vs brynge
Nor suffre vs for to fall from the
But be oure helpe in euery thynge
[xii]
Both of our body and soule also
And delyuer vs where euer we go.
Another of the same.
[O oure father celestiall]
O oure father celestiall
now are we come to praye to the
we are thy chyldren therfore we call
hear vs father mercyfully.
Now blessed be thy godly name
& euer amonge vs sāctified
there is none other but this same
wherby mankynde must be saued.
Kirieleyson.
now are we come to praye to the
we are thy chyldren therfore we call
hear vs father mercyfully.
Now blessed be thy godly name
xiii
there is none other but this same
wherby mankynde must be saued.
Kirieleyson.
Thy kyngdome come/reigne thou in vs
For to expell all synne awaye
Let not Sathan dwell in thy house
To put the forth by nyght nor day
Fulfylled be thy godly wyll
Amonge vs all for it is ryght
As they in heauen do it fulfyll
So let vs do both daye and nyght
Kirieleyson.
For to expell all synne awaye
Let not Sathan dwell in thy house
To put the forth by nyght nor day
Fulfylled be thy godly wyll
Amonge vs all for it is ryght
As they in heauen do it fulfyll
So let vs do both daye and nyght
Kirieleyson.
[xiii]
Oure dayly bred geue vs this daye
And let vs neuer perysh for nede
The litle byrdes thou fedest alwaye
Thyne owne chyldren than must thou fede
Oure dettes are great forgeue vs Lorde
As we oure detters all forgeue
And let vs alwaye be restored
To thy mercy that we may lyue.
Kirieleyson.
And let vs neuer perysh for nede
The litle byrdes thou fedest alwaye
Thyne owne chyldren than must thou fede
Oure dettes are great forgeue vs Lorde
As we oure detters all forgeue
And let vs alwaye be restored
To thy mercy that we may lyue.
Kirieleyson.
Tentacyon is sore in vse
And strongly now are we proued
Good Lorde thou mayst vs not refuse
we praye the with vs to abyde
Nat that alone, but helpe vs out
From parels all and ioperdy
Let no euell sprete put vs in doute
Of thy fauoure and great mercy.
Kirieleyson.
And strongly now are we proued
Good Lorde thou mayst vs not refuse
we praye the with vs to abyde
Nat that alone, but helpe vs out
From parels all and ioperdy
Let no euell sprete put vs in doute
Of thy fauoure and great mercy.
Kirieleyson.
Be glad now all ye Christen men.
Be glad now all ye christen men
and let vs reioyse vnfaynedly.
The kyndnesse can not be written with penne
that we haue receaued of gods mercy,
whose loue towarde vs hath neuer ende
he hath done for vs as a frende
now let vs thanke hym hartely.
and let vs reioyse vnfaynedly.
The kyndnesse can not be written with penne
xiiii
whose loue towarde vs hath neuer ende
he hath done for vs as a frende
now let vs thanke hym hartely.
I was a prysoner of the deuell
with death was I also vtterly lost
My synnes droue me dayly to hell
Therin was I borne this may I bost
I was also in them ouer ryfe
There was no vertue in my lyfe
To take my pleasure I spared no cost.
with death was I also vtterly lost
[xiii]
Therin was I borne this may I bost
I was also in them ouer ryfe
There was no vertue in my lyfe
To take my pleasure I spared no cost.
Unto my workes I trusted to sore
But they coulde not helpe nor yet fre wyll
My herte was not the better therfore
For I was alwaye geuen to euell
My conscience droue me to despayre
It was so vexed all with feare
There was no helpe but synke to hell.
But they coulde not helpe nor yet fre wyll
My herte was not the better therfore
For I was alwaye geuen to euell
My conscience droue me to despayre
It was so vexed all with feare
There was no helpe but synke to hell.
Than God eternall had pitie on me
To tyd me fro my wyckednesse
He thought of his plenteous great mercy
And wolde not leaue me comfortlesse
He turned to me his fatherly herte
And wolde I shulde with hym haue parte
Of all his costly ryches.
To tyd me fro my wyckednesse
He thought of his plenteous great mercy
And wolde not leaue me comfortlesse
He turned to me his fatherly herte
And wolde I shulde with hym haue parte
Of all his costly ryches.
He spake to his deare beloued sonne
The tyme is nowe to haue mercye
Thou must be mans redempcyon
And lowse hym from captiuite
Thou must hym helpe from trouble of synne
From paynfull death thou must hym wynne
That he may lyue eternally
The tyme is nowe to haue mercye
Thou must be mans redempcyon
And lowse hym from captiuite
Thou must hym helpe from trouble of synne
From paynfull death thou must hym wynne
That he may lyue eternally
Gods sonne was redy so to do
Into this worlde he cam to me
Borne of a virgyn pure also
Because he thought my brother to be
for in my shape he dyd apeare
Me to delyuer whole from feare
And from all euell to make me fre
xv
Borne of a virgyn pure also
Because he thought my brother to be
for in my shape he dyd apeare
Me to delyuer whole from feare
And from all euell to make me fre
These louynge wordes he spake to me
I wyll delyuer thy soule from payne
I am desposed to do for the
And to myne owne selfe the to retayne
Thou shalt be with me for thou art myne
And I with the for I am thyne
Soch is my loue I can not layne
I wyll delyuer thy soule from payne
I am desposed to do for the
And to myne owne selfe the to retayne
Thou shalt be with me for thou art myne
And I with the for I am thyne
Soch is my loue I can not layne
They wyll shed out my precyous bloude
And take away my lyfe also
which I wyll suffre all for thy good
Beleue this sure where euer thou go
For I wyll yet ryse vp agayne
Thy synnes I beare though it be payne
To make the safe and fre from wo.
And take away my lyfe also
which I wyll suffre all for thy good
Beleue this sure where euer thou go
For I wyll yet ryse vp agayne
Thy synnes I beare though it be payne
To make the safe and fre from wo.
I wyll go from this worldly lyfe
To my deare father with hym to lyue
Yet am I with the in batell and stryfe
Oure spirite of trueth I wyll the geue
which shall the conforte in heuynes
And lede the into godlynes
Thus wyll I all thy synnes forgyue
To my deare father with hym to lyue
Yet am I with the in batell and stryfe
Oure spirite of trueth I wyll the geue
which shall the conforte in heuynes
And lede the into godlynes
Thus wyll I all thy synnes forgyue
[xv]
Soch thynges as I haue taught and done
Shalt thou both teach and do also
Geue thankes for thy redempcyon
And knowlege my worde where euer thou go
And kepe the well from straunge lernynge
which maye the to destruction brynge
So wyll I neuer departe the fro.
Shalt thou both teach and do also
Geue thankes for thy redempcyon
And knowlege my worde where euer thou go
And kepe the well from straunge lernynge
which maye the to destruction brynge
So wyll I neuer departe the fro.
Now is oure helth come from aboue
Now is oure helth come from aboue
for god hath shewed vs his mercy
we can not deserue to haue his loue
yet Christ hath brought vs liberte
frō al our sines & wickednes
our naughtie lyfe & wātōnes
& wyl not cōdēne vs truly
for god hath shewed vs his mercy
we can not deserue to haue his loue
yet Christ hath brought vs liberte
xvi
our naughtie lyfe & wātōnes
& wyl not cōdēne vs truly
what god had commaunded in the lawe
were we not sufficient for to do
For oure stomakes it was to rawe
Gods wrath reigned in vs also
Oure flesh was weake it had no myght
we coulde not geue the sprete his ryght
Oure flesh wolde not consent therto.
were we not sufficient for to do
For oure stomakes it was to rawe
Gods wrath reigned in vs also
Oure flesh was weake it had no myght
we coulde not geue the sprete his ryght
Oure flesh wolde not consent therto.
yet had we a false meanyng therbye
And thought the lawe was geuen therfore
As who saye we were all so fre
Gods lawe to fulfyll euermore
The lawe is but a scolemaster,
which doth oure naturall euell declare
That causeth vs to synne so sore.
And thought the lawe was geuen therfore
As who saye we were all so fre
Gods lawe to fulfyll euermore
The lawe is but a scolemaster,
which doth oure naturall euell declare
That causeth vs to synne so sore.
For all this must the lawe be done
Els had we ben all vtterly lost
Therfore hath god sent his deare sonne
which was made man to paye the cost
The hole lawe hath he well fulfylled
His fathers anger hath he stylled
To do it els no man coulde boost
[xvi]
Therfore hath god sent his deare sonne
which was made man to paye the cost
The hole lawe hath he well fulfylled
His fathers anger hath he stylled
To do it els no man coulde boost
The lawe therfore sheweth vs oure synne
And smytteth oure conscience to the grounde
But whan the gospell commeth therin
It lyfteth vs vp and maketh vs sounde
Oure synne is great but mercy is more
Oure conscience oft doth greue vs sore
But Christe hath stopped that bloudy wounde.
And smytteth oure conscience to the grounde
But whan the gospell commeth therin
It lyfteth vs vp and maketh vs sounde
Oure synne is great but mercy is more
Oure conscience oft doth greue vs sore
But Christe hath stopped that bloudy wounde.
whan I consyder this in my mynde
what God in Christ hath done for me
I can in no wyse be vnkynde
Nor vse my selfe vnchristenly
I am compelled godly to lyue
My neghbours fautes to forgeue
As Christ dyd for me mercyfully
what God in Christ hath done for me
I can in no wyse be vnkynde
Nor vse my selfe vnchristenly
I am compelled godly to lyue
My neghbours fautes to forgeue
As Christ dyd for me mercyfully
So are good workes the very frute
Of hym that beleueth stedfastly
A good tre with good frutes breaketh out
As the gospell doth testifie
For lyke as fayth hangeth whole on God
To shulde oure workes do other men good
For fayth without them can not be
Of hym that beleueth stedfastly
A good tre with good frutes breaketh out
As the gospell doth testifie
For lyke as fayth hangeth whole on God
To shulde oure workes do other men good
For fayth without them can not be
xvii
O heuenly father graunt thy grace
Thy name in vs to be sanctified
Thy kyngdome come/thy wyll alwayes
Amonge vs all be fulfylled
Fede vs and forgeue all oure euell
Lede vs not in tentacion styll
From euell delyuer vs at oure nede.
Thy name in vs to be sanctified
Thy kyngdome come/thy wyll alwayes
Amonge vs all be fulfylled
Fede vs and forgeue all oure euell
Lede vs not in tentacion styll
From euell delyuer vs at oure nede.
Christ is the only sonne of god.
Christ is the only sonne of God
the father eternall
we haue in Iesse foūde this rod
god & man naturall
he is the mornynge starre
his beames sendeth he out farre
beyonde other starres all.
the father eternall
we haue in Iesse foūde this rod
god & man naturall
he is the mornynge starre
[xvii]
beyonde other starres all.
He was for vs a man borne
In the last parte of tyme
yet kepte she maydenheade vnforlorne
his mother that bare hym
He hath hell gates broken
And heauen hath he made open
Bryngynge vs lyfe agayne.
In the last parte of tyme
yet kepte she maydenheade vnforlorne
his mother that bare hym
He hath hell gates broken
And heauen hath he made open
Bryngynge vs lyfe agayne.
Thou onely maker of all thynge
Thou euerlastynge lyght
From ende to ende all rulynge
By thyne owne godly myght.
Turne thou oure hartes vnto the
And lyghten them with the verite
That they erre not from the ryght
Thou euerlastynge lyght
From ende to ende all rulynge
By thyne owne godly myght.
Turne thou oure hartes vnto the
And lyghten them with the verite
That they erre not from the ryght
xx
Let vs increace in loue of the
And in knowlege also
That we beleuynge stedfastly
Maye in spirite serue the so
That we in oure hartes maye sauoure
Thy mercy and thy fauoure
And to thyrst after no mo.
And in knowlege also
That we beleuynge stedfastly
Maye in spirite serue the so
That we in oure hartes maye sauoure
Thy mercy and thy fauoure
And to thyrst after no mo.
Awake vs lorde we praye tho
Thy holy spirite vs geue
which maye oure olde man mortifie
That oure new man maye lyue
So wyll we alwaye thanke the
That she west vs so great mercye
And oure synnes dost forgeue.
Thy holy spirite vs geue
which maye oure olde man mortifie
That oure new man maye lyue
So wyll we alwaye thanke the
That she west vs so great mercye
And oure synnes dost forgeue.
Media vita.
In the myddest of oure lyuynge
death cōpaseth vs roūde about
who shuld vs now sucour brynge
by whose grace we maye come out,
euen thou lorde Iesu alone.
It doth our hartes sore greue truly
that we haue offēded the,
O lorde god most holy
O lord god most mightie
O holy & mercyfull Sauioure
thou most worthy god eternall
suffre vs not at oure last houre
for any death frō ye to fall.
Kirieleyson.
death cōpaseth vs roūde about
who shuld vs now sucour brynge
[xx]
euen thou lorde Iesu alone.
It doth our hartes sore greue truly
that we haue offēded the,
O lorde god most holy
O lord god most mightie
xix
thou most worthy god eternall
suffre vs not at oure last houre
for any death frō ye to fall.
Kirieleyson.
In the myddest of oure dyenge
we are vexed with helles payne
who shulde helpe vs out of this thynge
with stronge fayth to resyste it agayne
Euen thou lorde Iesu alone
For whan we crye and call on the
Thou art moued than with mercye
O lorde god most holy
O lorde god most myghtye
O holy and mercyfull Sauioure
Thou most worthy god eternall
Suffre vs not at oure last houre
For any hell from the to fall.
Kirieleyson.
we are vexed with helles payne
who shulde helpe vs out of this thynge
with stronge fayth to resyste it agayne
Euen thou lorde Iesu alone
For whan we crye and call on the
Thou art moued than with mercye
[xix]
O lorde god most myghtye
O holy and mercyfull Sauioure
Thou most worthy god eternall
Suffre vs not at oure last houre
For any hell from the to fall.
Kirieleyson.
In the myddest of oure helles payne
Oure owne synnes vexe vs greatly
who shulde saue vs from despayre agayne
That we maye holde by thy mercy?
Euen thou lorde Iesu alone
For thy deare bloude ryght plenteously
was shed out for oure synnes frely
O lorde god most holy
O lorde god most myghtie
O holy and mercyfull Sauioure
Thou most worthy god eternall
Suffre vs not at oure last houre
Thorow despare from the to fall
Kirieleyson.
Oure owne synnes vexe vs greatly
who shulde saue vs from despayre agayne
That we maye holde by thy mercy?
Euen thou lorde Iesu alone
For thy deare bloude ryght plenteously
was shed out for oure synnes frely
O lorde god most holy
O lorde god most myghtie
O holy and mercyfull Sauioure
Thou most worthy god eternall
Suffre vs not at oure last houre
Thorow despare from the to fall
Kirieleyson.
By Adams fall.
By Adams fall was so forlorne
the whole nature of mākynde
ye we were poysoned or we were borne
& no helpe therto could we fynde
Tyll Christ Iesu
by his vertue
for oure dette his deare bloude had spent
that we werein
by Adams synne
whan he brake gods commaundement.
the whole nature of mākynde
xviii
& no helpe therto could we fynde
Tyll Christ Iesu
by his vertue
for oure dette his deare bloude had spent
that we werein
[xviii]
whan he brake gods commaundement.
Seynge Eue was sore begyled
By the serpentes tentacyon
Because she gods worde despysed
Brought mankynde to destruccyon
Agaynst this dede
It was great nede
That god shulde vs to comforte geue
His owne deare sonne
And mercy troane
By whose death we all myght lyue.
By the serpentes tentacyon
Because she gods worde despysed
Brought mankynde to destruccyon
Agaynst this dede
It was great nede
That god shulde vs to comforte geue
His owne deare sonne
And mercy troane
By whose death we all myght lyue.
Lyke as in Adam a straunge det
Had brought vs to destruccyon
So are we now delyuered from it
In Christ oure ryght saluacyon
Lyke as we all
By Adams fall
were ordened with ryght to dye
So in gods sonne
Redempcyon
Haue we founde eternally.
Had brought vs to destruccyon
So are we now delyuered from it
In Christ oure ryght saluacyon
xxi
By Adams fall
were ordened with ryght to dye
So in gods sonne
Redempcyon
Haue we founde eternally.
So dyd he then geue vs his sonne
when we were yet his enemyes
which for vs on the crosse was done
And so the thyrde daye dyd aryse
To iustifie
Eternally
All vs that trust fast on his myght
why shulde we than
Drede any payne
He is now oure owne by ryght
when we were yet his enemyes
which for vs on the crosse was done
And so the thyrde daye dyd aryse
To iustifie
Eternally
All vs that trust fast on his myght
why shulde we than
Drede any payne
He is now oure owne by ryght
He is his fathers eternall worde
The waye/the lyfe/and verite
He is the Sauioure and the lorde
whom he hath geuen vs frely
To be oure health
Oure helpe and wealth
And not to truste in any man
For there is none
But he alone
That vs sucoure or comforth can
The waye/the lyfe/and verite
He is the Sauioure and the lorde
whom he hath geuen vs frely
To be oure health
Oure helpe and wealth
And not to truste in any man
For there is none
But he alone
That vs sucoure or comforth can
Man is all wicked by nature
There is no helpe with hym to fynde
who seketh helpe in a creature
And not in god with harte and mynde
He buyldeth on sonde
And may not stonde
whan tyme cometh of tentacyon
Therfore to trest
on god is best
And the most sure foundacyon.
There is no helpe with hym to fynde
[xxi]
And not in god with harte and mynde
He buyldeth on sonde
And may not stonde
whan tyme cometh of tentacyon
Therfore to trest
on god is best
And the most sure foundacyon.
He that hopeth on god stedfastly
Shall neuer be confounded
For doutles gods worde can not ley
Though all men shulde resist it
Great trouble and care
Is euery where
This worldes sorowe is infinite
yet sawe I neuer
Hym perysh for euer
That fast on gods worde trusted
Shall neuer be confounded
For doutles gods worde can not ley
Though all men shulde resist it
Great trouble and care
Is euery where
This worldes sorowe is infinite
yet sawe I neuer
Hym perysh for euer
That fast on gods worde trusted
O lorde I praye the hartely
For thy great mercyfull kyndnesse
Thy wholsome worde take not fro me
Because of my vnthankfulnesse
My synne is great
I knowlege it
But thy mercy excelleth all thynge
Therfore wyll I
Hope styll in the
To thy blysse that thou mayest me brynge.
For thy great mercyfull kyndnesse
Thy wholsome worde take not fro me
Because of my vnthankfulnesse
My synne is great
I knowlege it
But thy mercy excelleth all thynge
Therfore wyll I
Hope styll in the
To thy blysse that thou mayest me brynge.
xxii
[wake vp wake vp in gods name]
wake vp wake vp in gods name
thou worthy fayre christente
and shewe thy brydgromes great fame
for that he hath done to the
which hath his worde now sent
and opened it once agayne
as thou mayest se in many a place
where now is preached his grace
so truly and so playne.
thou worthy fayre christente
and shewe thy brydgromes great fame
for that he hath done to the
which hath his worde now sent
and opened it once agayne
[xxii]
where now is preached his grace
so truly and so playne.
Thy olde enemye that Sathan
The father of all lesynge
Seketh all the meanes that he can
The verite downe to brynge
If any man speake therof
It must cost hym his bloude
For many soch men he dryueth awaye
And some he slayeth now euery daye
yet all doth hym no good.
The father of all lesynge
Seketh all the meanes that he can
The verite downe to brynge
If any man speake therof
It must cost hym his bloude
For many soch men he dryueth awaye
And some he slayeth now euery daye
yet all doth hym no good.
xxiii
He can not leaue his cruelnesse
But threateneth daye and nyght
His mynde is whole the to oppresse
That thou mayest feare his myght
But stonde thou fast in god
O worthy fayre Christente
He is thy helpe and sucoure
who so doth the displeasure
He toucheth gods owne eye.
But threateneth daye and nyght
His mynde is whole the to oppresse
That thou mayest feare his myght
But stonde thou fast in god
O worthy fayre Christente
He is thy helpe and sucoure
who so doth the displeasure
He toucheth gods owne eye.
Beholde how god hath euer done
For Israell in theyr nede
He drowned kynge Pharao ryght sone
with all that them troubled
The walles of Hierico fell
So sone as gods folke came
Thy lorde god is so myghty
That he can helpe the swyftly
And put thy foes to blame.
For Israell in theyr nede
He drowned kynge Pharao ryght sone
with all that them troubled
The walles of Hierico fell
So sone as gods folke came
Thy lorde god is so myghty
That he can helpe the swyftly
And put thy foes to blame.
The Madianites dyd all theyr best
To trouble gods people deare
The Amaleckes wolde not let them rest
But helde them styll in feare
Israell cryed to god
which helped them louyngly
By Gedeon his seruaunt
There fell a hundreth thousande
And twenty thousande truly.
To trouble gods people deare
The Amaleckes wolde not let them rest
But helde them styll in feare
Israell cryed to god
which helped them louyngly
By Gedeon his seruaunt
There fell a hundreth thousande
And twenty thousande truly.
Remembre how god kepte Dauid
From Saul that wicked kynge
How oft he hym delyuered
which caused Dauid to synge
He had also great harme
Euen of his naturall sonne
That made great laboure hym to slaye
But god delyuered hym alwaye
And hanged fayre Absalon.
From Saul that wicked kynge
[xxiii]
which caused Dauid to synge
He had also great harme
Euen of his naturall sonne
That made great laboure hym to slaye
But god delyuered hym alwaye
And hanged fayre Absalon.
Note also how god helped
The good kynge Abia
And hym strongly delyuered
From Hieroboam alwaye
Though he was sore vexed
Of hym a longe season
As sone as he complayned
Fyue hundreth thousande were slayne deed
And all destroyed ryght sone
The good kynge Abia
And hym strongly delyuered
From Hieroboam alwaye
Though he was sore vexed
Of hym a longe season
As sone as he complayned
Fyue hundreth thousande were slayne deed
And all destroyed ryght sone
So hath god helped ryght well
Assa that faythfull kynge
That we his sucoure myght fele
In euery troublous thynge
His enemyes were many
And stronge in all mens syght
A thousande tymes a thousand
yet were they not so stronge to stande
But fell all thorow gods myght.
Assa that faythfull kynge
That we his sucoure myght fele
In euery troublous thynge
His enemyes were many
And stronge in all mens syght
A thousande tymes a thousand
yet were they not so stronge to stande
But fell all thorow gods myght.
Consyder how god delyuered
The kynge Ezechiam
which was very oft sore threatened
with Sennacherib by name
Of thousandes euen an hundreth
Foure score and. v. he brought
yet were they sone destroyed than
Gods aungell slewe them euery man
And brought them all to nought.
The kynge Ezechiam
which was very oft sore threatened
xxiiii
Of thousandes euen an hundreth
Foure score and. v. he brought
yet were they sone destroyed than
Gods aungell slewe them euery man
And brought them all to nought.
Heare to how strongly god fought
for his kynge Iosaphat
when Ammon all his power brought
And Moabs hoost was therat
Israel called to God
He was theyr helpe onely
The heythen were so plaged
That one dyd slaye another deed
Gods folke gat the victory.
for his kynge Iosaphat
when Ammon all his power brought
And Moabs hoost was therat
Israel called to God
He was theyr helpe onely
The heythen were so plaged
That one dyd slaye another deed
Gods folke gat the victory.
Thus all gods enemyes peryshed
God slewe them all sodenly
His hande is not yet shortened
O worthy fayre Christente
He can the well defende
Thy heeres are tolde truly
Let Sathan do all that he maye
yf thou holde fast gods worde alwaye
He shall not forsake the.
God slewe them all sodenly
His hande is not yet shortened
O worthy fayre Christente
He can the well defende
Thy heeres are tolde truly
Let Sathan do all that he maye
yf thou holde fast gods worde alwaye
He shall not forsake the.
I call on the lorde Iesu Christe.
[xxiiii]
I call on the lorde Iesu Christ
I haue none other helpe but the.
My herte is neuer set at rest
tyll thy swete worde haue comforted me.
A stedfast fayth graunt me therfore
to holde by thy worde euermore
aboue all thynge, neuer resistynge
but to increace in fayth more and more.
I haue none other helpe but the.
My herte is neuer set at rest
tyll thy swete worde haue comforted me.
A stedfast fayth graunt me therfore
to holde by thy worde euermore
xxv
but to increace in fayth more and more.
yet once agayne I call on the
Heare my request o mercyfull lorde
I wolde fayne hope on thy mercye
And can not be therto restored
Excepte thou with thy grace oppresse
My blynde and naturall weaknesse
Cause me therfore
To hope euermore
On thy mercy and swete promises
Heare my request o mercyfull lorde
I wolde fayne hope on thy mercye
And can not be therto restored
Excepte thou with thy grace oppresse
My blynde and naturall weaknesse
Cause me therfore
To hope euermore
[xxv]
Lorde prynte into my harte and mynde
Thy holy spirite with feruentnesse
That I to the be not vnkynde
But loue the without faynednesse
Let nothynge drawe my mynde from the
But euer to loue the earnestly
Let not my harte
Unthankfully departe
From the ryght loue of thy mercye
Thy holy spirite with feruentnesse
That I to the be not vnkynde
But loue the without faynednesse
Let nothynge drawe my mynde from the
But euer to loue the earnestly
Let not my harte
Unthankfully departe
From the ryght loue of thy mercye
Geue me thy grace lorde I the praye
To loue myne enemyes hartely
How be it they trouble me alwaye
And for thy cause do slaundre me
yet Iesu Christ for thy goodnesse
Fyll my harte with forgeuenesse
That whyle I lyue
I maye them forgeue
That do offende me more or lesse.
To loue myne enemyes hartely
How be it they trouble me alwaye
And for thy cause do slaundre me
yet Iesu Christ for thy goodnesse
Fyll my harte with forgeuenesse
That whyle I lyue
I maye them forgeue
That do offende me more or lesse.
I am compased all rounde aboute
with sore and stronge tentacyon
Therfore good lorde delyuer me out
From all this wycked nacyon
The deuell/the worlde/my fleshe also
Folowe vpon me where I go
Therfore wolde I
Now fayne delyuered be
Thy helpe I seke lorde and no mo.
with sore and stronge tentacyon
Therfore good lorde delyuer me out
From all this wycked nacyon
The deuell/the worlde/my fleshe also
Folowe vpon me where I go
Therfore wolde I
Now fayne delyuered be
Thy helpe I seke lorde and no mo.
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Now seist thou lorde what nede I haue
I haue none els to complayne to
Therfore thy holy goost I craue
To be my guyde where euer I go
That in all my aduersite
I forget not the loue of the
But as thou lorde
Hast geuen me thy worde
Let me therin both lyue and dye.
I haue none els to complayne to
Therfore thy holy goost I craue
To be my guyde where euer I go
That in all my aduersite
I forget not the loue of the
But as thou lorde
Hast geuen me thy worde
Let me therin both lyue and dye.
Of the byrth of Christ.
Now blessed be thou Christ Iesu
thou art man borne this is true
the Aungels made a mery noyse
yet haue we more cause to reioyse
Kirieleyson.
thou art man borne this is true
the Aungels made a mery noyse
yet haue we more cause to reioyse
[xxvi]
The blessed sonne of god onely
In a crybbe full poore dyd lye
with oure poore flesh and oure poore bloude
was clothed that euerlastynge good
Kirieleyson.
In a crybbe full poore dyd lye
with oure poore flesh and oure poore bloude
was clothed that euerlastynge good
Kirieleyson.
He that made heauen and earth of nought
In oure fleshe hath oure health brought
For oure sake made he hym selfe full small
That reigneth lorde and kynge ouer all
Kirieleyson.
In oure fleshe hath oure health brought
For oure sake made he hym selfe full small
That reigneth lorde and kynge ouer all
Kirieleyson.
Eternall lyght doth now apeare
To the worlde both farre and neare
It shyneth full cleare euen at mydnyght
Makynge vs chyldren of his lyght
Kirieleyson.
To the worlde both farre and neare
It shyneth full cleare euen at mydnyght
Makynge vs chyldren of his lyght
Kirieleyson.
The lorde Christ Iesu gods sonne deare
was a gest and a straunger here
Us for to brynge from mysery
That we myght lyue eternally
Kirieleyson.
was a gest and a straunger here
Us for to brynge from mysery
That we myght lyue eternally
Kirieleyson.
Into this worlde ryght poore came he
To make vs ryche in mercye
Therfore wolde he oure synnes forgeue
That we with hym in heauen myght lyue
Kirieleyson.
To make vs ryche in mercye
Therfore wolde he oure synnes forgeue
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Kirieleyson.
All this dyd he for vs frely
For to declare his great mercy
All christendome be mery therfore
And geue hym thankes euermore
Kirieleyson.
For to declare his great mercy
All christendome be mery therfore
And geue hym thankes euermore
Kirieleyson.
Of the Resurrection.
Christe is now rysen agayne
from his death and all his payne
therfore wyll we mery
be and reioyse with wym gladly.
Kirieleyson.
from his death and all his payne
therfore wyll we mery
be and reioyse with wym gladly.
[xxvii]
Had he not rysen agayne
we had ben lost this is playne
But sen he is rysen in dede
Let vs loue hym all with spede
Kirieleyson.
we had ben lost this is playne
But sen he is rysen in dede
Let vs loue hym all with spede
Kirieleyson.
Now is tyme of gladnesse
To synge of the lordes goodnesse
Therfore glad now wyll we be
And reioyse in hym onely.
Kirieleyson.
To synge of the lordes goodnesse
Therfore glad now wyll we be
And reioyse in hym onely.
Kirieleyson.
Another of the same.
[Christ dyed and suffred great payne]
Christ dyed and suffred great payne
for oure synnes and wyckednesse
but he is now rysen agayne
to make vs full of gladnesse.
Let vs all reioyse therfore
and geue hym thankes for euermore
synging to hī
Alleluya/Alleluya.
for oure synnes and wyckednesse
but he is now rysen agayne
xxviii
Let vs all reioyse therfore
and geue hym thankes for euermore
synging to hī
Alleluya/Alleluya.
There was no man that coulde ouerwynne
The power of death nor his myght
And all this came thorow oure synne
wherfore we were dampned by ryght
By occasyon of which thynge
Death toke vs into his kepynge
we coulde not escape out of his syght.
Alleluya.
The power of death nor his myght
And all this came thorow oure synne
wherfore we were dampned by ryght
By occasyon of which thynge
Death toke vs into his kepynge
we coulde not escape out of his syght.
Alleluya.
[xxviii]
But the lorde Iesu gods owne sonne
Takynge on hym oure weake nature
Hath put awaye oure synnes alone
And ouercome death thorow his power
As for death and his great myght
Christ hath ouercome it all by ryght
It can do vs no displeasure
Alleluya.
Takynge on hym oure weake nature
Hath put awaye oure synnes alone
And ouercome death thorow his power
As for death and his great myght
Christ hath ouercome it all by ryght
It can do vs no displeasure
Alleluya.
It was a maruelous great thynge
To se how death with death dyd fyght
For the one death gat the wynnynge
And the other death lost his myght
Holy scripture speaketh of it
How one death another wolde byte
The death of Christ hath wonne by ryght
Alleluya.
To se how death with death dyd fyght
For the one death gat the wynnynge
And the other death lost his myght
Holy scripture speaketh of it
How one death another wolde byte
The death of Christ hath wonne by ryght
Alleluya.
This same is the ryght Paschall lambe
That was ones offred for oure synne
Into this worlde mekely he came
From Sathans power vs to wynne
For oure wickednesse wolde he dye
And rose vs for to iustifie
The mercy of god was great therin
Alleluya.
That was ones offred for oure synne
Into this worlde mekely he came
From Sathans power vs to wynne
For oure wickednesse wolde he dye
And rose vs for to iustifie
The mercy of god was great therin
Alleluya.
Gloria in excelsis deo.
To god the hyghest be glory alwaye
for his great kyndnes and mercy
that doth prouyde both nyght and daye
both for oure soule and oure body
To mākynde hath god great pleasure
now is great peace euery where
god hath put out all emnyte.
for his great kyndnes and mercy
xxix
both for oure soule and oure body
To mākynde hath god great pleasure
now is great peace euery where
god hath put out all emnyte.
[xxix]
Ad Patrem.
we loue and prayse and honoure the
For thy great glory we thanke thy grace
That thou god father eternally
Art oure defender in euery place
Thou art to vs a mercyfull father
And we thy chyldren altogether
Therfore we geue the thankes alwayes
For thy great glory we thanke thy grace
That thou god father eternally
Art oure defender in euery place
Thou art to vs a mercyfull father
And we thy chyldren altogether
Therfore we geue the thankes alwayes
Ad Filium.
O Iesu Christ thou onely sonne
Of god almyghtye thy heauenly father
Oure full and whole redempcyon
Thou that hast stilled gods displeasure
O gods lambe that takest synne awaye
when we haue nede helpe vs alwaye
graunt vs thy mercy altogether.
Of god almyghtye thy heauenly father
Oure full and whole redempcyon
Thou that hast stilled gods displeasure
O gods lambe that takest synne awaye
when we haue nede helpe vs alwaye
graunt vs thy mercy altogether.
Ad Spiritum sanctum.
O holy goost oure confortoure
In all oure trouble and heuynesse
Defende vs all from Sathans power
whome Christ hath bought from wofulnesse
Kepe oure hertes in the verite
In oure tentacion stonde vs by
And strength alwaye oure weake bodies.
In all oure trouble and heuynesse
Defende vs all from Sathans power
whome Christ hath bought from wofulnesse
Kepe oure hertes in the verite
In oure tentacion stonde vs by
And strength alwaye oure weake bodies.
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Mognificat/which is the songe of the virgin Mary..
My soule doth magnyfie the Lorde,
my spret reioyseth greatly,
in God my Sauioure & his worde,
for he hath sene ye lowe degre,
of me his hādmaydē truly
beholde now after this day,
al generacyons shall speake of me,
and cal me blessed alwaye.
my spret reioyseth greatly,
in God my Sauioure & his worde,
for he hath sene ye lowe degre,
of me his hādmaydē truly
beholde now after this day,
[xxx]
and cal me blessed alwaye.
For he that is onely of myghte,
Hath done great thynges for me:
And holy is his name by ryghte
As for his endles mercy
It endureth perpetually
In euery generacyon
On them that feare hym vnfaynedly
without dissimulacyon.
Hath done great thynges for me:
And holy is his name by ryghte
As for his endles mercy
It endureth perpetually
In euery generacyon
On them that feare hym vnfaynedly
without dissimulacyon.
He sheweth strength with his great arme
Declaryng hymselfe to be of power
He scatereth the proude to theyr owne harme
Euen with the wicked behauoure
Of theyr owne hertes euery houre
He putteth downe the myghtye
From theyr hye seate and great honoure
Exaltynge them of lowe degre.
Declaryng hymselfe to be of power
He scatereth the proude to theyr owne harme
Euen with the wicked behauoure
Of theyr owne hertes euery houre
He putteth downe the myghtye
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Exaltynge them of lowe degre.
The hongrye fylleth he with good
And letteth the ryche go emptie
where his owne people want no foode
He thynketh vpon his mercye
And helpeth his seruaunt truly
Euen Israel as he promysed
Unto oure fathers perpetually
Abraham and to his sede.
And letteth the ryche go emptie
where his owne people want no foode
He thynketh vpon his mercye
And helpeth his seruaunt truly
Euen Israel as he promysed
Unto oure fathers perpetually
Abraham and to his sede.
Nunc dimittis/which is the songe of Simeon.
with peace and with ioyfull gladnesse
and with a mery harte
accordynge to thy swete promesse
Lorde let me now departe.
Now geue me leaue that I may dye
for I wolde be present with the.
and with a mery harte
accordynge to thy swete promesse
[xxxi]
Now geue me leaue that I may dye
for I wolde be present with the.
For myne eyes haue sene the Sauioure
That is sent out from the
Thou hast satisfied my harte therfore
That thou hast shewed hym me
which is oure onely saluacyon
Ourehelth and oure redempcion.
That is sent out from the
Thou hast satisfied my harte therfore
That thou hast shewed hym me
which is oure onely saluacyon
Ourehelth and oure redempcion.
whome thou hast prepared ryght well
And shewed hym openly
Before the face of all people
Preachynge thy worde planely
Kepynge no man from thy kyngdome
That thorow hym wyll therin come.
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Before the face of all people
Preachynge thy worde planely
Kepynge no man from thy kyngdome
That thorow hym wyll therin come.
He is the true and onely lyght
which moued with mercy
Restoreth the gentyls to theyr syght
Lyghtenynge theyr hartes truly
He is the glory of Israel
Thy people whom thou louest so well.
which moued with mercy
Restoreth the gentyls to theyr syght
Lyghtenynge theyr hartes truly
He is the glory of Israel
Thy people whom thou louest so well.
The .xi. Psalme of Dauid.
Agaynst false doctryne and ypocrites.
Saluum me fac Domine.
Helpe now o Lorde & loke on vs,
how we are brought in lowe degre
thy saintes are dryuē from euery house,
there are fewe faythfull lefte truly,
men wyll not suffre thy trueth to be knowen,
thy fayth is all most ouerthrowe
amonge mens chyldren piteously.
how we are brought in lowe degre
thy saintes are dryuē from euery house,
[xxxii]
men wyll not suffre thy trueth to be knowen,
thy fayth is all most ouerthrowe
amonge mens chyldren piteously.
It is but lyes and vanite
That one preacheth now to his brother
They flatter with theyr lyppes falsely
And one dyssembleth with another
Thus shewe they with theyr mouth one thynge
And yet haue they another meanynge
within theyr hertes altogether.
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They flatter with theyr lyppes falsely
And one dyssembleth with another
Thus shewe they with theyr mouth one thynge
And yet haue they another meanynge
within theyr hertes altogether.
O that the Lorde wolde once rote out
All soch disceatfull yppes speakynge
which wyll not haue that men shulde doute
In thynges that are of theyr makynge
we ought to speake by auctorite they say proudly
Oure tonge shulde preuayle
who shulde rule vs or oure doynge?
All soch disceatfull yppes speakynge
which wyll not haue that men shulde doute
In thynges that are of theyr makynge
we ought to speake by auctorite they say proudly
Oure tonge shulde preuayle
who shulde rule vs or oure doynge?
Therfore sayeth the Lorde/now wyll I ryse
I se the poore are oppressed
Theyr sore complaynte wyll I not despyse
But wyll them helpe shortly in dede
I wyll set them at lybertie
My worde shalbe preached planely
They shall nomore be disceaued.
I se the poore are oppressed
Theyr sore complaynte wyll I not despyse
But wyll them helpe shortly in dede
I wyll set them at lybertie
My worde shalbe preached planely
They shall nomore be disceaued.
Syluer seuen tymes tryed in the fyre
Is purified and made cleare therby
So is gods worde alwaye nearer
whan it is persecute cruelly
The Lordes wordes are pure and ryght
And wyll not be kepte downe by myght
But wyll apeare the more planely.
Is purified and made cleare therby
So is gods worde alwaye nearer
whan it is persecute cruelly
The Lordes wordes are pure and ryght
And wyll not be kepte downe by myght
But wyll apeare the more planely.
O Lorde defende thou them therfore
And preserue vs gracyously
From this generacyon euermore
That persecute vs so cruelly
For whan vanite and ydilnesse
Is set by amonge men, doutles
all are full of the vngodly.
[xxxiii]
From this generacyon euermore
That persecute vs so cruelly
For whan vanite and ydilnesse
Is set by amonge men, doutles
all are full of the vngodly.
The seconde Psalme of Dauid.
Quare Fremuerunt gentes.
wherfore do the heithen now rage thus,
cōspyryng together so wyckedly?
wherfore are the people so malicious
vayne thynges to ymagyn so folyshly?
The kynges of the earth stonde vp together,
& worldly rulers do conspyre,
agaynst the lorde and his Christ truly.
cōspyryng together so wyckedly?
wherfore are the people so malicious
vayne thynges to ymagyn so folyshly?
xxxiiii
& worldly rulers do conspyre,
agaynst the lorde and his Christ truly.
They saye/let vs breake vp theyr bondes
And let vs cast theyr yocke awaye
Theyr lawes wyll make vs lose oure londes
Therfore none soch wyll we obeye
But he that in heauen hath residence
Shall laugh them to scorne and theyr pretence
The lorde shall mocke them nyght and daye.
And let vs cast theyr yocke awaye
Theyr lawes wyll make vs lose oure londes
Therfore none soch wyll we obeye
But he that in heauen hath residence
Shall laugh them to scorne and theyr pretence
The lorde shall mocke them nyght and daye.
[xxxiiii]
The Lorde shall talke with them together
In his great anger and wrath truly
And also he shall trouble them euer
Thrugh his displeasure at them daylye
yet haue I ordened and set my kynge
On my hyll Syon to haue rulynge
Theyr heade and gouernoure for to be
In his great anger and wrath truly
And also he shall trouble them euer
Thrugh his displeasure at them daylye
yet haue I ordened and set my kynge
On my hyll Syon to haue rulynge
Theyr heade and gouernoure for to be
I wyll shewe forth the cōmaundement
wherof the Lorde hath sayd to me
Thou art my sonne, whome I haue sent
This daye haue I begotten the
Axe me and I shall geue the soone
All Heithen in possession
Thorow out the worlde where euer they be.
wherof the Lorde hath sayd to me
Thou art my sonne, whome I haue sent
This daye haue I begotten the
Axe me and I shall geue the soone
All Heithen in possession
Thorow out the worlde where euer they be.
Forsoth thou shalt rule them together
with a rodde of yron made strongly
Lyke erthen vessel brent in the fyre
Shalt thou them breake that resyst the
Therfore ye kynges now vnderstonde
Be wyse and resyst not the Lordes honde
Be content ye Iudges warned to be.
with a rodde of yron made strongly
Lyke erthen vessel brent in the fyre
Shalt thou them breake that resyst the
Therfore ye kynges now vnderstonde
Be wyse and resyst not the Lordes honde
Be content ye Iudges warned to be.
with feare se that ye serue the Lorde
Reioyse before hym all with drede
Kysse ye the sonne and his swete worde
The lorde wyll els be sore greued
Than shall ye peryshe from the verite
His wrath shalbe kyndled shortly
They that truste in hym are all blessed.
Reioyse before hym all with drede
Kysse ye the sonne and his swete worde
The lorde wyll els be sore greued
Than shall ye peryshe from the verite
His wrath shalbe kyndled shortly
They that truste in hym are all blessed.
Amen.
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The .xlv. Psalme of Dauid.
Deus noster refugium.
Oure God is a defence and towre
a good armoure and good weapē
he hath ben euer oure helpe and sucoure
in all the troubles ye we haue ben in
therfore wyl we neuer drede
for any wōderous dede
by water or by lōde
in hilles or ye see sōde
our god hath thē al ī his hōd
a good armoure and good weapē
he hath ben euer oure helpe and sucoure
in all the troubles ye we haue ben in
therfore wyl we neuer drede
[xxxv]
by water or by lōde
in hilles or ye see sōde
our god hath thē al ī his hōd
Though we be alwaye greatly vexed
with many a great tentacyon
Yet thanked be god we are refreshed
His swete worde conforteth oure mansion
It is gods holy place
he dwelleth here by grace
Amonge vs is he
Both nyght and daye truly
He helpeth vs all and that swyftly.
with many a great tentacyon
Yet thanked be god we are refreshed
His swete worde conforteth oure mansion
It is gods holy place
he dwelleth here by grace
Amonge vs is he
Both nyght and daye truly
He helpeth vs all and that swyftly.
The wicked heithen besege vs straytly
And many great kyngdomes take theyr parte
They are gathered agaynst vs truly
And are sore moued in theyr herte
But gods worde as cleare as daye
Maketh them shrenke awaye.
The lorde god of power
Stondeth by vs euery houre
The god of Iacob is oure stronge towre
And many great kyngdomes take theyr parte
They are gathered agaynst vs truly
And are sore moued in theyr herte
But gods worde as cleare as daye
Maketh them shrenke awaye.
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Stondeth by vs euery houre
The god of Iacob is oure stronge towre
Come hether now beholde and se
The noble actes and dedes of the lorde
what great thynges he doth for vs daylye
And conforteth vs with his swete worde
For whan oure enemyes wolde fyght
Than brake he theyr myght
Theyr bowe and theyr speare
(So that we nede not feare)
And brent theyr charettes in the fyre.
The noble actes and dedes of the lorde
what great thynges he doth for vs daylye
And conforteth vs with his swete worde
For whan oure enemyes wolde fyght
Than brake he theyr myght
Theyr bowe and theyr speare
(So that we nede not feare)
And brent theyr charettes in the fyre.
Therfore sayeth god/take hede to me
Let me alone and I shall helpe you
knowe me for youre god I saye onely
Amonge all heithen that reigne now
wherfore than shulde we drede
Seynge we haue no nede
For the lorde god of power
Stondeth by vs euery houre
The God of Iacob is oure stronge towre.
Let me alone and I shall helpe you
knowe me for youre god I saye onely
Amonge all heithen that reigne now
wherfore than shulde we drede
Seynge we haue no nede
For the lorde god of power
Stondeth by vs euery houre
The God of Iacob is oure stronge towre.
The .C. xxiii. Psalme of Dauid.
Nisi quia Dominus.
Except the lorde had bene with vs
now maye Israel say boldly
Excepte the lorde had ben with vs
when men rose vp agaynst vs fearsly
they had deuoured vs quyck doutlesse
& had ouerwonne vs confortles
they were so wroth at vs truly.
now maye Israel say boldly
[xxxvi]
when men rose vp agaynst vs fearsly
they had deuoured vs quyck doutlesse
& had ouerwonne vs confortles
they were so wroth at vs truly.
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The wawes of waters had wrapped vs in
Oure soule had gone vnder the floode
The depe waters of these proude men
Had ronne oure soules ouer where they stode
The Lorde be praysed euery houre
That wolde not suffre them vs to deuoure
Nor in theyr tethe to sucke oure bloude
Oure soule had gone vnder the floode
The depe waters of these proude men
Had ronne oure soules ouer where they stode
The Lorde be praysed euery houre
That wolde not suffre them vs to deuoure
Nor in theyr tethe to sucke oure bloude
Oure soule is delyuered from theyr power
They can not haue that they haue sought
As the byrde from the snare of the fouler
So are we from theyr daungers brought
The snare is broken and we are fre
Oure helpe is in the lordes name truly
which hath made heauen and earth of nought.
They can not haue that they haue sought
As the byrde from the snare of the fouler
So are we from theyr daungers brought
The snare is broken and we are fre
Oure helpe is in the lordes name truly
which hath made heauen and earth of nought.
The .C. xxxvi. Psalme.
Super Flumina Babilonis.
At the
ryuers of Babilō
there sat we downe ryght heuely
Euen whan we thought vpon Sion
we wept together sorofully
for we were in soch heuynes
ye we forgat al our merynes
& left of all oure sporte & playe
on the willye trees ye were therby
we hanged vp our harpes truly
& morned sore both night & day.
there sat we downe ryght heuely
[xxxvii]
we wept together sorofully
for we were in soch heuynes
ye we forgat al our merynes
& left of all oure sporte & playe
on the willye trees ye were therby
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& morned sore both night & day.
They that toke vs so cruelly
And led vs bounde into pryson
Requyred of vs some melody
with wordes full of derision
when we had hanged our harpes awaye
This cruell folke to vs coulde saye
Now let vs heare some mery songe
Synge vs a songe of some swete toyne
As ye were wont to synge at Sion
where ye haue lerned to synge so longe
And led vs bounde into pryson
Requyred of vs some melody
with wordes full of derision
when we had hanged our harpes awaye
This cruell folke to vs coulde saye
Now let vs heare some mery songe
Synge vs a songe of some swete toyne
As ye were wont to synge at Sion
where ye haue lerned to synge so longe
To whom we answerd soberly
Beholde now are we in youre honde
How shulde we vnder captiuite
Synge to the lorde in a straunge londe
Hierusalem I say to the
yf I remembre the not truly
My honde playe on the harpe nomore
yf I thynke not on the alwaye
Let my tonge cleue to my mouth for aye
And let my loose my speache therfore.
Beholde now are we in youre honde
How shulde we vnder captiuite
Synge to the lorde in a straunge londe
[xxxviii]
yf I remembre the not truly
My honde playe on the harpe nomore
yf I thynke not on the alwaye
Let my tonge cleue to my mouth for aye
And let my loose my speache therfore.
yee aboue all myrth and pastaunce
Hierusalem I preferre the
Lorde call to thy remembraunce
The sonnes of Edom ryght strately
In the daye of the destruction
which at Hierusalem was done
For they sayd in theyr cruelnes
Downe with it, downe with it, destroye it all
Downe with it soone, that it may fall
Laye it to the grounde all that there is.
Hierusalem I preferre the
Lorde call to thy remembraunce
The sonnes of Edom ryght strately
In the daye of the destruction
which at Hierusalem was done
For they sayd in theyr cruelnes
Downe with it, downe with it, destroye it all
Downe with it soone, that it may fall
Laye it to the grounde all that there is.
O thou cite of Babilon
Thou thy selfe shalt be destroyed
Truly blessed shalbe that man
which euen as thou hast deserued
Shall rewarde the with soch kyndnesse
As thou hast shewed to vs gyltlesse
which neuer had offended the
Blessed shall he be that for the nones
Shall throwe thy chyldren agaynst the stones
To brynge the out of memorie.
Thou thy selfe shalt be destroyed
Truly blessed shalbe that man
which euen as thou hast deserued
Shall rewarde the with soch kyndnesse
As thou hast shewed to vs gyltlesse
which neuer had offended the
Blessed shall he be that for the nones
Shall throwe thy chyldren agaynst the stones
To brynge the out of memorie.
The .C. xxvii. Psalme.
Beati omnes qui timent Dominum.
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Blessed are all that feare the lorde
worshippynge hym both nyght and daye
ordrynge heyr lyfe after his worde
and walkyng euer in his waye
and walkynge euer in his waye.
worshippynge hym both nyght and daye
ordrynge heyr lyfe after his worde
and walkyng euer in his waye
and walkynge euer in his waye.
For thou shalt get thyne owne lyuynge
And eate thy bred without ydelnesse
Euen with thy handes laborynge
So shalt thou haue prosperous increase.
[xxxix]
Euen with thy handes laborynge
So shalt thou haue prosperous increase.
Thy wyfe as the vyna shalbe frutefull
within the walles of thy dwellynge
Thy chyldren shall stonde about thy table
Lyke Olyue braunches floryshynge.
within the walles of thy dwellynge
Thy chyldren shall stonde about thy table
Lyke Olyue braunches floryshynge.
Lo thus shall that man be blessed
And happye shall he be alwaye
That leadeth his lyfe in the lordes drede
And feareth hym both nyght and daye.
And happye shall he be alwaye
That leadeth his lyfe in the lordes drede
And feareth hym both nyght and daye.
From Sion shall the lorde blesse the
And pleasure shalt thou haue amonge
Beholdynge the great prosperite
Of Hierusalem all thy lyfe longe.
And pleasure shalt thou haue amonge
Beholdynge the great prosperite
Of Hierusalem all thy lyfe longe.
The lorde shall so prolonge thy lyfe
That thy chyldres chyldren thou shalt se
In Israel shalt thou se no stryfe
But peace and great felicite?
That thy chyldres chyldren thou shalt se
In Israel shalt thou se no stryfe
But peace and great felicite?
The same Psalme.
[Blessed are all yt feare the lorde]
Beati omnes.
Blessed are all yt feare the lorde
worshippynge hym both nyght and daye
ordrynge theyr lyfe after his worde
& walkynge euer in his waye
for thou shalt get thin owne lyuing
& eat thy bred without ydelnes
euē wt thin owne hādes workyng
and shalt haue prosperous increace
and want nothynge to thy hartes ease
worshippynge hym both nyght and daye
xl
& walkynge euer in his waye
for thou shalt get thin owne lyuing
& eat thy bred without ydelnes
euē wt thin owne hādes workyng
[xl]
and want nothynge to thy hartes ease
Thy wyfe also shalbe frutefull
within the walles of thy dwellynge
As the vyne tre plenteous and full
Shall she fayre chyldren to the brynge
which rounde aboute thy table shall stonde
Lyke fayre plantes of the Olyue tre
Lo, thus shall he blessed be founde
That worshippeth and feareth the lorde truly
Hauynge Gods lawe before his eye
within the walles of thy dwellynge
As the vyne tre plenteous and full
Shall she fayre chyldren to the brynge
which rounde aboute thy table shall stonde
Lyke fayre plantes of the Olyue tre
Lo, thus shall he blessed be founde
That worshippeth and feareth the lorde truly
Hauynge Gods lawe before his eye
The lorde shall do the good alwaye
From the holy hyll of Syon
Thou shalt delyte both nyght and daye
Beholdynge the prosperous fortune
Of Hierusalem all thy lyfe longe
And thy chyldres chyldren shalt thou se
Thus shall the lorde thy dayes prolonge
To se the peace and felicite
wherin all Israel shalbe.
From the holy hyll of Syon
Thou shalt delyte both nyght and daye
Beholdynge the prosperous fortune
Of Hierusalem all thy lyfe longe
xli
Thus shall the lorde thy dayes prolonge
To se the peace and felicite
wherin all Israel shalbe.
The .L. Psalme of Dauid.
[O lorde god haue thou mercy on me]
Miserere mei Deus.
O lorde god haue thou mercy on me
after thy maruelous great pite
as thou art ful of mercy
do away all my iniquite.
And washe me frō all fylthynesse
of my great synnes and wantonesse
for they are many within me
and euer I fele them heuye
my synne is alwaye before myne eye
I haue alone offended the
before the haue I lyued synfully
in thy worde stondest thou stedfastly
thoughe thou be iudged wrongfully.
after thy maruelous great pite
as thou art ful of mercy
do away all my iniquite.
And washe me frō all fylthynesse
[xli]
for they are many within me
and euer I fele them heuye
my synne is alwaye before myne eye
I haue alone offended the
before the haue I lyued synfully
xlii
thoughe thou be iudged wrongfully.
Se how I am conceaued in synne
My mother hath brought me forth therin
A chylde of wrathe by nature borne
And without the lorde am forlorne
To the treuth thou hast a pleasure alwaye
And helpest my blyndnesse euery daye
To knowe thy wysedome gracyously
That thou hast hyd so secretly
with ysope fayre sprenkle thou me
washe thou me clene/so shall I be
whyter then snowe/mende thou my cheare
My weery bones to helpe from feare
which thou thy selfe hast brused so neare.
My mother hath brought me forth therin
A chylde of wrathe by nature borne
And without the lorde am forlorne
To the treuth thou hast a pleasure alwaye
And helpest my blyndnesse euery daye
To knowe thy wysedome gracyously
That thou hast hyd so secretly
[xlii]
washe thou me clene/so shall I be
whyter then snowe/mende thou my cheare
My weery bones to helpe from feare
which thou thy selfe hast brused so neare.
Loke not vpon my wreched lyfe
Forgeue my synnes that are so ryfe
Lorde make in me a ryght pure harte
A good conscience let be my parte
A godly spirite renew in me
And cast me not away from the
Thy holy spirite let me haue styll
To be my conforte in all euell
And let me haue euer the gladnesse
Of thy health in all heuynesse
Thy myghtie spirite holde thou in me
I wyll helpe synners turne to the
Thy waye wyll I teache them hartely.
Forgeue my synnes that are so ryfe
Lorde make in me a ryght pure harte
A good conscience let be my parte
A godly spirite renew in me
And cast me not away from the
Thy holy spirite let me haue styll
To be my conforte in all euell
And let me haue euer the gladnesse
Of thy health in all heuynesse
Thy myghtie spirite holde thou in me
I wyll helpe synners turne to the
Thy waye wyll I teache them hartely.
God rydde me from bloudgyltynesse
Thou god of all my healthfulnesse
So shall my tonge geue prayse to the
Thy ryghtuousnesse to honoure in me
Lorde open thou these lippes of myne
That my mouthe maye to thy prayse inclyne
Thou hast no pleasure in offrynge
For els I thought them the to brynge
Burnt offrynges are not to thy paye
They please not the though they be gaye
They are nothynge worth in thy syght
Gods offrynge is of moche more myght
A spirite all troubled is his ryght.
Thou god of all my healthfulnesse
So shall my tonge geue prayse to the
Thy ryghtuousnesse to honoure in me
Lorde open thou these lippes of myne
That my mouthe maye to thy prayse inclyne
Thou hast no pleasure in offrynge
For els I thought them the to brynge
Burnt offrynges are not to thy paye
They please not the though they be gaye
They are nothynge worth in thy syght
xliii
A spirite all troubled is his ryght.
A contrite harte that is brought lowe
Shalt thou lorde god awaye not throwe
That dost thou alwaye so regarde
That it shall euer of the be harde.
To Sion lorde be gracyous
After thy kyndnesse plenteous
That the walles of Hierusalem
Maye be buylded and brought from shame
Then shalt thou be pleased doutlesse
with the offrynge of ryghtuousnes
with the brent offrynges of thy wyll
Then shall good men theyr calues kyll
Therwith thyne altare to fulfyll.
Shalt thou lorde god awaye not throwe
That dost thou alwaye so regarde
That it shall euer of the be harde.
To Sion lorde be gracyous
After thy kyndnesse plenteous
That the walles of Hierusalem
Maye be buylded and brought from shame
Then shalt thou be pleased doutlesse
with the offrynge of ryghtuousnes
with the brent offrynges of thy wyll
Then shall good men theyr calues kyll
Therwith thyne altare to fulfyll.
The same Psalme.
[O god be mercyfull to me]
Miserere mei Deus.
O god be mercyfull to me
accordynge to thy great pitie
washe of make clene my iniquite
I knowlege my synne and it greueth me
Agaynst the agaynst the
only haue I synned which is before myne eye.
Though thou be iudged in mans syght
yet are thy wordes founde true and ryght.
accordynge to thy great pitie
washe of make clene my iniquite
[xliii]
Agaynst the agaynst the
only haue I synned which is before myne eye.
Though thou be iudged in mans syght
yet are thy wordes founde true and ryght.
xliiii
Beholde, I was borne all in synne
My mother conceaued me therin
But thou louest treuth, and haste shewed me
Thy wysedome hyd so secretly
with fayre ysope lorde sprenkle thou me
washe thou me clene/so shall I be
whyter than snowe/cause me reioyse
Make my bones mery whō thou madest lowse.
My mother conceaued me therin
But thou louest treuth, and haste shewed me
Thy wysedome hyd so secretly
with fayre ysope lorde sprenkle thou me
washe thou me clene/so shall I be
whyter than snowe/cause me reioyse
Make my bones mery whō thou madest lowse.
Lorde turne thy face fro my wickednesse
Clense me from all vnryghtuousnesse
A pure harte lorde make thou in me
Renewe a ryght spirite in my body
Cast me not out away from the
Nor take thy holy goost fro me
Make me reioyse in thy sauynge health
Thy myghty spirite strength me for my wealth
Clense me from all vnryghtuousnesse
A pure harte lorde make thou in me
Renewe a ryght spirite in my body
Cast me not out away from the
Nor take thy holy goost fro me
Make me reioyse in thy sauynge health
Thy myghty spirite strength me for my wealth
Thy waye shall I shewe to men full of vyce
And enstructe them well in thy seruice
That wicked men and vngodly
maye be conuerted vnto the
O god, o god my sauioure
Delyuer me from the synne of murther
my tonge shall reioyse in thy mercye
Open my lippes/and my mouth shal prayse the
And enstructe them well in thy seruice
That wicked men and vngodly
maye be conuerted vnto the
O god, o god my sauioure
Delyuer me from the synne of murther
my tonge shall reioyse in thy mercye
Open my lippes/and my mouth shal prayse the
[xliiii]
Thou wylt haue no bodely offrynge
I thought them els to the to brynge
Gods sacrifice is a troubled spirite
Thou wilt not dispise a harte contrite
with Sion (o god) deale gently
That Hierusalem walles may buylded be
Than shalt thou delyte in the ryght offrynge
which men shall with theyr calues brynge.
I thought them els to the to brynge
Gods sacrifice is a troubled spirite
Thou wilt not dispise a harte contrite
with Sion (o god) deale gently
That Hierusalem walles may buylded be
Than shalt thou delyte in the ryght offrynge
which men shall with theyr calues brynge.
The .Cxxix. Psalme.
[Out of the depe crye I to the]
De profundis.
Out of the depe crye I to the
O lorde lorde heare my callynge.
Oh let thyne eares enclyned be.
to the voyce of my complaynynge.
yf thou (lorde) wylt deale with stratenesse,
to marke all that is done amysse,
lorde who may abyde that rekenynge?
O lorde lorde heare my callynge.
Oh let thyne eares enclyned be.
to the voyce of my complaynynge.
xlv
to marke all that is done amysse,
lorde who may abyde that rekenynge?
But there is mercy euer with the
That thou therfore mayest be feared
I wyll abyde the lorde paciently
My soule loketh for hym vnfaynted
And in his worde is all my trust
So is my hope and conforte most
His promysse shalbe fulfylled.
That thou therfore mayest be feared
I wyll abyde the lorde paciently
My soule loketh for hym vnfaynted
And in his worde is all my trust
So is my hope and conforte most
His promysse shalbe fulfylled.
[xlv]
As the watche men in the mornynge
Stonde lokynge longe desyrously
That they myght se the fayre day sprynge
So wayteth my soule for the lorde dayly
Therfore let Israel wayte styll
Untyll it be the lordes wyll
To lowse them from aduersite
Stonde lokynge longe desyrously
That they myght se the fayre day sprynge
So wayteth my soule for the lorde dayly
Therfore let Israel wayte styll
Untyll it be the lordes wyll
To lowse them from aduersite
For with the lorde there is mercy
And great plenteous redempcyon
All though we synne oft wickedly
yet hath he for vs a sure pardon
He shall redeme poore Israel
And hym shall he delyuer full well
From all the synnes that he hath done.
And great plenteous redempcyon
All though we synne oft wickedly
yet hath he for vs a sure pardon
He shall redeme poore Israel
And hym shall he delyuer full well
From all the synnes that he hath done.
The .xxiiii. Psalme of Dauid.
[I lyft my soule lord vp to the]
Ad te Domine leuaui.
I lyft my soule lord vp to the
my god I trust on the alone
let me neuer confounded be
my enemyes els wyll mocke me soone
they shall not be shamed that trust on the
but they that scornefull despysers be
those shall be put to confusyon.
my god I trust on the alone
let me neuer confounded be
xlvi
they shall not be shamed that trust on the
but they that scornefull despysers be
those shall be put to confusyon.
[xlvi]
Shewe me o lorde thy godly wayes
And lerne me the ryght pathes to the
In thy verite leade me alwayes
Thou art god my sauioure truly
Lerne me, for in the is all my trust
My hope, my beleue, and conforte most
All the daye longe continually.
And lerne me the ryght pathes to the
In thy verite leade me alwayes
Thou art god my sauioure truly
Lerne me, for in the is all my trust
My hope, my beleue, and conforte most
All the daye longe continually.
Remembre lorde thy great mercy
And thy great plenteous kyndnesse
Call to thy mynde lorde we praye the
Thy gracious fauoure and gentylnesse
For in these thynges thou excellest greatly
Euen from the begynnynge eternally
Thou art so ryche in mercyfulnesse.
And thy great plenteous kyndnesse
Call to thy mynde lorde we praye the
Thy gracious fauoure and gentylnesse
For in these thynges thou excellest greatly
Euen from the begynnynge eternally
Thou art so ryche in mercyfulnesse.
My fautes and my vngodlynesse
My synfull youth and euell bearynge
As thou art lorde full of goodnesse
Remembre not this my euell lyuynge
But after thy mercy thynke on me
And after thy great benignite
Forgyue thou all my mysdoynge.
My synfull youth and euell bearynge
As thou art lorde full of goodnesse
Remembre not this my euell lyuynge
But after thy mercy thynke on me
And after thy great benignite
Forgyue thou all my mysdoynge.
The lorde is iuste full of goodnesse
To synners that leaue theyr euell lyuynge
For though they fall ofte thorow weaknesse
yet to his waye he wyll them brynge
He shall lerne meke men his gracyous wyll
And teach them his waye to come thertyll
And set theyr fete fast for slippynge.
To synners that leaue theyr euell lyuynge
For though they fall ofte thorow weaknesse
yet to his waye he wyll them brynge
He shall lerne meke men his gracyous wyll
And teach them his waye to come thertyll
And set theyr fete fast for slippynge.
xlvii
All wayes of the lorde are full truly
Both of mercy and faythfulnesse
For as he promyseth mercyfully
So payeth he all without doubylnesse
To soch as regarde his worde and wyll
And are euer redy to fulfyll
Theyr couenaunt with hym and theyr promesse
Both of mercy and faythfulnesse
For as he promyseth mercyfully
So payeth he all without doubylnesse
To soch as regarde his worde and wyll
And are euer redy to fulfyll
Theyr couenaunt with hym and theyr promesse
For thy names sake lorde I praye the
forgeue me my great wickednesse
The lorde shall lerne that man truly
That feareth hym with all lowlynesse
He shalbe teachynge hym euer the waye
That pleaseth hym both nyght and daye
His conscience shalbe in quyetnesse
forgeue me my great wickednesse
The lorde shall lerne that man truly
That feareth hym with all lowlynesse
He shalbe teachynge hym euer the waye
That pleaseth hym both nyght and daye
His conscience shalbe in quyetnesse
His chyldren shall possesse the londe
It shalbe theyr heretage and ryght
They shall neuer want by see nor sonde
The lorde wyll fede them thorow his myght
He is a defence both louynge and deare
For euery man that hym doth feare
She wynge them his couenaunte daye & nyght.
It shalbe theyr heretage and ryght
They shall neuer want by see nor sonde
The lorde wyll fede them thorow his myght
He is a defence both louynge and deare
For euery man that hym doth feare
She wynge them his couenaunte daye & nyght.
Myne eyes shall on the lorde be set
Tyll he se his tyme and season
To drawe my fete out of this net
That holdeth me so fast in prison
Beholde thou and haue mercy on me
For I am forsaken in mysery
And full of great affliction.
Tyll he se his tyme and season
To drawe my fete out of this net
That holdeth me so fast in prison
Beholde thou and haue mercy on me
For I am forsaken in mysery
And full of great affliction.
[xlvii]
The cares of my harte and sorofulnesse
Increase euer dayly more and more
Leade me out of my heuynesse
And my poore state beholde therfore
Forgeue thou all my synnes and se
How many they are that trouble me
And persecute me with furiousnesse.
Increase euer dayly more and more
Leade me out of my heuynesse
And my poore state beholde therfore
Forgeue thou all my synnes and se
How many they are that trouble me
And persecute me with furiousnesse.
Preserue my soule and delyuer me
Lest I be brought to confusion
For I haue put my trust in the
Let godlynesse kepe me all season
My hope is in the, and shalbe styll
Oh god delyuer poore Israell
From all theyr trouble and affliction.
Lest I be brought to confusion
For I haue put my trust in the
Let godlynesse kepe me all season
My hope is in the, and shalbe styll
Oh god delyuer poore Israell
From all theyr trouble and affliction.
The .lxvii. Psalme.
[God be mercyfull vnto vs]
Deus misereatur nostri.
God be mercyfull vnto vs
and sende ouer vs his blessynge
shewe vs his presence glorious
& be euer to vs louynge
yt men on earth may knowe thy waye
thy sauynge health & ryghteousnesse
that they be not led by nyght nor day
thorowe the pretexte of trewe iustice
to seke saluacyon where none is.
and sende ouer vs his blessynge
shewe vs his presence glorious
xlviii
yt men on earth may knowe thy waye
thy sauynge health & ryghteousnesse
that they be not led by nyght nor day
thorowe the pretexte of trewe iustice
[xlviii]
Therfore the people mought magnyfie the
O god let all folke honoure thy name
Let all the people reioyse gladly
Because thou dost ryght without blame
The people dost thou iudge truly
And ordrest euery nacyon
Thou hast directe the earth iustly
Euer sense the fyrst creacyon
with thy godly prouision
O god let all folke honoure thy name
Let all the people reioyse gladly
Because thou dost ryght without blame
The people dost thou iudge truly
And ordrest euery nacyon
Thou hast directe the earth iustly
Euer sense the fyrst creacyon
with thy godly prouision
O god let the people prayse the
All people (god) mought geue the honoure
The earth also ryght plenteously
Mought increase euer more and more
And god which is oure god ouer all
Mought do vs good and pleasure
God blesse vs now both great and small
And all the worlde hym honoure
Fearynge alwaye his myght and power
All people (god) mought geue the honoure
The earth also ryght plenteously
Mought increase euer more and more
And god which is oure god ouer all
Mought do vs good and pleasure
God blesse vs now both great and small
And all the worlde hym honoure
Fearynge alwaye his myght and power
The .xiii. Psalme of Dauid.
[The foolysh wicked men can saye]
Dixit insipiens.
xlix
The foolysh wicked men can saye
they holde of god ryght perfectly.
yet are they farre out of the way
for in theyr hartes they hym deny
corrupte and abbominable are they also
in al the thynges that they do
there wyll not one do good truly.
they holde of god ryght perfectly.
yet are they farre out of the way
for in theyr hartes they hym deny
corrupte and abbominable are they also
in al the thynges that they do
[xlix]
The lorde dyd loke here downe frō heauen
Men to consyder and theyr doynge
To se yf any men were geuen
To gods knowlege aboue all thynge
yf there were any that perfectly
Regarded god so earnestly
To folowe his worde in his lyuynge.
Men to consyder and theyr doynge
To se yf any men were geuen
To gods knowlege aboue all thynge
yf there were any that perfectly
Regarded god so earnestly
To folowe his worde in his lyuynge.
Then sayd god these wordes moreouer
Is euery man gone so farre by
Swarued so farre now all together
From the ryght waye so parlously
So vnprofitable and peryshed
That no man wyll do good in dede
No not so moche as one truly.
Is euery man gone so farre by
Swarued so farre now all together
From the ryght waye so parlously
So vnprofitable and peryshed
That no man wyll do good in dede
No not so moche as one truly.
l
Are they out of theyr myndes so farre
All these workes of wickednesse
Beholde now/for they nothynge care
My people to deuoure for gredynesse
As one shulde eat a pece of bread
The lordes feare is out of theyr heade
They do not regarde it moch doutlesse.
All these workes of wickednesse
Beholde now/for they nothynge care
My people to deuoure for gredynesse
As one shulde eat a pece of bread
The lordes feare is out of theyr heade
They do not regarde it moch doutlesse.
wherfore they shalbe feared truly
with feare incomparable and endlesse
O ryghtuous man thou mayst be mery
for they that beseged the gyltles
Theyr bones hath god shaken altogether
Now shalt thou despyse them for euer
For god hath left them confortles.
with feare incomparable and endlesse
O ryghtuous man thou mayst be mery
for they that beseged the gyltles
Theyr bones hath god shaken altogether
Now shalt thou despyse them for euer
For god hath left them confortles.
God is in iust mens company
And in the ryghtuous nacyon
But wicked men mocke them dayly
for none other cause nor reason
But for because they folowe the mynde
Of the poore afflicte which was Gods frende
To trust in the lordes redempcyon.
And in the ryghtuous nacyon
But wicked men mocke them dayly
for none other cause nor reason
But for because they folowe the mynde
Of the poore afflicte which was Gods frende
To trust in the lordes redempcyon.
O wolde God that the sauynge health
wolde come from the hyll of Sion
That Israel myght haue his wealth
And God to lowse hym from preson
Then shulde Iacob be full of ioye
And Israel shulde make full mery
Because of his redempcyon.
wolde come from the hyll of Sion
That Israel myght haue his wealth
And God to lowse hym from preson
Then shulde Iacob be full of ioye
And Israel shulde make full mery
Because of his redempcyon.
[l]
The .C. xlvii. Psalme.
[Prayse thou the lorde Hierusalē]
Lauda Hierusalem dominum.
Prayse thou the lorde Hierusalē
prayse thou thy god o Sion
for all thy strength stondeth whole in hym
he barreth & kepeth thy gates alone
endewyng thy chyldrē in ye
wt goodly gyftes plēteously
blessyng thy cōgregacion
prayse thou thy god o Sion
for all thy strength stondeth whole in hym
he barreth & kepeth thy gates alone
endewyng thy chyldrē in ye
wt goodly gyftes plēteously
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He doth ende we thy borders all
Rounde about the with peace and rest
His prouision for the is not small
with wheate he feadeth the of the best
He sendeth his worde into the earth
Swyftly renneth his commaundement forth
All thynges obeye hym most and least.
Rounde about the with peace and rest
His prouision for the is not small
with wheate he feadeth the of the best
He sendeth his worde into the earth
Swyftly renneth his commaundement forth
All thynges obeye hym most and least.
Lyke woll doth he cast downe the snowe
Scatrynge the frost lyke as asshes
Lyke morsels of bread his haile doth he throwe
That no man maye byde the coldnesse
with a worde meltynge them all agayne
And leadeth his wynde backe to geue rayne
So droppe the waters downe with moystnesse.
Scatrynge the frost lyke as asshes
Lyke morsels of bread his haile doth he throwe
That no man maye byde the coldnesse
with a worde meltynge them all agayne
And leadeth his wynde backe to geue rayne
So droppe the waters downe with moystnesse.
This same is he that tolde ryght well
His pleasures to Iacob his drare frende
His lawes and decrees to Israell
That they myght kepe them in theyr mynde
with no nacyon hath he dealte thus
Nor bene to them so gracyous
His godly worde them for to sende.
His pleasures to Iacob his drare frende
His lawes and decrees to Israell
That they myght kepe them in theyr mynde
with no nacyon hath he dealte thus
Nor bene to them so gracyous
His godly worde them for to sende.
[li]
The .C. xxxiii. Psalme.
[Beholde and se forget not this]
Ecce quam bonum.
Beholde and se forget not this
how ioyfull & pleasaunt a thynge it is
brethren to dwell all together
and to be of one mynde euer.
how ioyfull & pleasaunt a thynge it is
brethren to dwell all together
and to be of one mynde euer.
For they are lyke that precious vnction
which beynge powred on the head of Aaron
Ran in his bearde into Aarons bearde
And to his skirtes it descended.
which beynge powred on the head of Aaron
Ran in his bearde into Aarons bearde
And to his skirtes it descended.
This brotherly loue is so noble vertue
That it is lykened vnto the dew
which fell on the hyll of Hermon
And on the fayre hill of Sion.
That it is lykened vnto the dew
which fell on the hyll of Hermon
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For there the lorde gaue his blessynge
And she wed his lyfe euerlastynge
So where as loue is vnfayned
There is the lordes blessynge in dede.
And she wed his lyfe euerlastynge
So where as loue is vnfayned
There is the lordes blessynge in dede.
Christe qui lux.
O Christ ye art ye lyght & day
thou discouerst yedarknes of nyght
ye lyght of lyghtes thou art alwaye
preachyng euer the blessed lyght.
thou discouerst yedarknes of nyght
ye lyght of lyghtes thou art alwaye
preachyng euer the blessed lyght.
[lii]
Thou holy lorde to the we praye
Defende vs all in this darke nyght
Let vs haue rest in the alwaye
And graunt vs all a quyet nyght.
Defende vs all in this darke nyght
Let vs haue rest in the alwaye
And graunt vs all a quyet nyght.
Let not heuye slepe on vs fall
Nor let the feynde take vs awaye
Let not oure fleshe consent with all
To make vs gyltie by nyght nor daye.
Nor let the feynde take vs awaye
Let not oure fleshe consent with all
To make vs gyltie by nyght nor daye.
Let oure eyes take theyr slepe naturall
But let oure hartes wake to the styll
with thy ryght honde defende vs all
Thy seruanntes true that loue the well.
But let oure hartes wake to the styll
with thy ryght honde defende vs all
Thy seruanntes true that loue the well.
Loke on vs lorde oure defender
Put them downe that wolde vs no good
Kepe thy seruauntes in good ordre
whom thou hast bought with thy deare bloude.
Put them downe that wolde vs no good
Kepe thy seruauntes in good ordre
whom thou hast bought with thy deare bloude.
Lorde call vs now vnto thy mynde
In this body that is so heuy
Thou that doest euer oure soule defende
Be present now with thy mercy.
In this body that is so heuy
Thou that doest euer oure soule defende
Be present now with thy mercy.
God the father for euermore
with Iesu Christ his sonne only
And the holy goost oure confortoure
Be thanked alwaye hartely.
with Iesu Christ his sonne only
And the holy goost oure confortoure
Be thanked alwaye hartely.
Amen.
O heuenly lorde.
[O heauenly lorde thy godly worde]
lv
O heauenly lorde thy godly worde
hathe longe bene kepte awaye from vs
but thorow thy grace now in oure dayes
thou hast shewed the so plenteous
that very well we can now tell
what thy Apostles haue written al
and now we se/thy worde opēly,
hath geuen Anthechrist a great fall.
hathe longe bene kepte awaye from vs
but thorow thy grace now in oure dayes
thou hast shewed the so plenteous
that very well we can now tell
what thy Apostles haue written al
[lv]
hath geuen Anthechrist a great fall.
It is so cleare/as we may heare
No man by ryght can it deny
That many a yeare/thy people deare
Haue bene begyled perlously
with men spirituall/as we them call
But not of thy spirite truly
For more carnall/are none at all
Than many of these spirites be.
No man by ryght can it deny
That many a yeare/thy people deare
Haue bene begyled perlously
with men spirituall/as we them call
But not of thy spirite truly
For more carnall/are none at all
Than many of these spirites be.
They haue bene euer/sworne altogether
Theyr owne lawes for to kepe alwaye
But mercyfull lorde/of thy swete worde
There durst no man begynne to saye
They durst them call/great heretikes all
That dyd confesse it stedfastly
For they charged/it shulde be hyd
And not be spoken of openly.
Theyr owne lawes for to kepe alwaye
But mercyfull lorde/of thy swete worde
There durst no man begynne to saye
They durst them call/great heretikes all
That dyd confesse it stedfastly
For they charged/it shulde be hyd
And not be spoken of openly.
O mercyfull god/where was thy rod
In punyshynge soch great tyranny
why slepte thou then/knowynge these men
Resist openly the verite
But the prophetes saye/thou art alwaye
Full of mercy and gentylnesse
for nyght and day/thou suffrest that they
Myght turne from theyr olde wickednesse.
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why slepte thou then/knowynge these men
Resist openly the verite
But the prophetes saye/thou art alwaye
Full of mercy and gentylnesse
for nyght and day/thou suffrest that they
Myght turne from theyr olde wickednesse.
Neuerthelesse/they dyd oppresse
Thy worde and thy true preachers
For theyr euell syght/thou sent thy lyght
yet slewe they all soch teachers
Then seynge they/resisted alway
Thy grace offred so louyngly
Thou madest it mete/for the poore in sprite
That now receaue it thankfully.
Thy worde and thy true preachers
For theyr euell syght/thou sent thy lyght
yet slewe they all soch teachers
Then seynge they/resisted alway
Thy grace offred so louyngly
Thou madest it mete/for the poore in sprite
That now receaue it thankfully.
For there are none/but they alone
That knowe the for theyr sauioure
All other withstonde/thy godly honde
And slaundre thy worde euery houre
well is hym therfore/that feleth his sore
Sekynge no helpe but in thy bloude
Receauynge grace/of the alwayes
Knowynge of hym selfe to haue no good.
That knowe the for theyr sauioure
All other withstonde/thy godly honde
And slaundre thy worde euery houre
well is hym therfore/that feleth his sore
Sekynge no helpe but in thy bloude
Receauynge grace/of the alwayes
Knowynge of hym selfe to haue no good.
we thanke the lorde/for thy swete worde
And for thy kyndnesse she wed therin
For thy mercy/lorde we praye the
Strength vs therwith agaynst all synne
And lorde oppresse/vnthankfulnesse
That we neuer do foget the
Graunt vs thy spirite/to lyue thorowe it
In vertue euer whyle we dye
And for thy kyndnesse she wed therin
For thy mercy/lorde we praye the
Strength vs therwith agaynst all synne
And lorde oppresse/vnthankfulnesse
That we neuer do foget the
Graunt vs thy spirite/to lyue thorowe it
In vertue euer whyle we dye
[liiii]
Let go the whore of Babilon.
Let go the whore of Babilon,
her kyngdome falleth sore
her marchauntes begyne to make theyr mone
the Lorde be praysed therfore.
Theyr ware is naught/it wyll not be bought
great falsheed is foūde therin
let go the whore of Babilon
the mother of al synne.
her kyngdome falleth sore
her marchauntes begyne to make theyr mone
the Lorde be praysed therfore.
Theyr ware is naught/it wyll not be bought
lvii
let go the whore of Babilon
the mother of al synne.
No man wyll drynke her wyne any more
The poyson is come to lyghte
That maketh her marchauntes to wepe so sore
The blynde haue gotten theyr syghte
for now we se/gods grace frelye
In Christ offred vs so fayre
Let go the whore of Babilon
And bye nomore her ware.
The poyson is come to lyghte
That maketh her marchauntes to wepe so sore
The blynde haue gotten theyr syghte
for now we se/gods grace frelye
In Christ offred vs so fayre
Let go the whore of Babilon
And bye nomore her ware.
Of Christen bloude so moch she shed
That she was dronken withall
But now Gods worde hath broken her head
And she hath gotten a fall
God hath raysed/some men in dede
To vtter her great wickednesse
Let go the whore of babilon
And her vngodlynesse.
That she was dronken withall
But now Gods worde hath broken her head
And she hath gotten a fall
God hath raysed/some men in dede
To vtter her great wickednesse
Let go the whore of babilon
And her vngodlynesse.
[lvii]
ye ypocrites what can ye saye?
wo be vnto you all
ye haue begyled vs many a daye
Heretikes ye dyd vs call
For louynge the worde/of Christ the Lorde
whom ye do alwaye resiste
Let go the whore of Babilon
That rydeth vpon the beast.
wo be vnto you all
ye haue begyled vs many a daye
Heretikes ye dyd vs call
For louynge the worde/of Christ the Lorde
whom ye do alwaye resiste
Let go the whore of Babilon
That rydeth vpon the beast.
ye proude and cruell Egipcians
That dyd vs so great wronge
The lorde hath sent vs delyueraunce
Thoughe ye haue troubled vs longe
youre Pharao/with other mo
Is drowned in the reed see
Let go the whore of Babilon
with her captiuite.
That dyd vs so great wronge
The lorde hath sent vs delyueraunce
Thoughe ye haue troubled vs longe
youre Pharao/with other mo
Is drowned in the reed see
Let go the whore of Babilon
with her captiuite.
ye Cananites ye enemyes all
Though ye were many in dede
yet hath the lorde geuen you a fall
And vs delyuered
Euen in youre londe/do we now stonde
Oure lorde god hath brought vs in
Let go the whore of Babilon
And fle from all her synne.
Though ye were many in dede
yet hath the lorde geuen you a fall
And vs delyuered
Euen in youre londe/do we now stonde
Oure lorde god hath brought vs in
Let go the whore of Babilon
And fle from all her synne.
Dagon Dagon that false ydoll
The Philistines god
which hath deceaued many a soule
In soch honoure he stode
But now the lorde/with his swete worde
Hath broken hym downe before the Ark
Let go the whore of Babilon
And forsake the beestes marke.
The Philistines god
which hath deceaued many a soule
In soch honoure he stode
But now the lorde/with his swete worde
Hath broken hym downe before the Ark
Let go the whore of Babilon
lvi
Balaam Balaam thou false prophet
Thou hast cursed vs ryght sore
yet in to a blessynge hath god turned it
No thanke to the therfore
For thy belye/thou woldest lye
Though god make the to saye the loth
Let go the whore of Babilon
And turne you to the trueth.
Thou hast cursed vs ryght sore
yet in to a blessynge hath god turned it
No thanke to the therfore
For thy belye/thou woldest lye
Though god make the to saye the loth
Let go the whore of Babilon
And turne you to the trueth.
Thy god be praysed o Daniel
For his goodnesse so great
The gredy prestes of the Idoll Bel
were wonte to moche to eate
And that priuely/no man dyd se
But now the kynge hath spied theyr cast
Let go the whore of Babilon
For Bell is destroyed at the last.
For his goodnesse so great
The gredy prestes of the Idoll Bel
were wonte to moche to eate
And that priuely/no man dyd se
But now the kynge hath spied theyr cast
Let go the whore of Babilon
For Bell is destroyed at the last.
O glorious god full of mercye
we thanke the euermore
Thou hast shewed vs thy verite
Thy name be praysed therfore
For thy swete worde/O gracious lorde
Let vs be euer thankfull to the
And sende the whore of Babilon
In to captiuite.
we thanke the euermore
Thou hast shewed vs thy verite
Thy name be praysed therfore
For thy swete worde/O gracious lorde
Let vs be euer thankfull to the
And sende the whore of Babilon
In to captiuite.
Reioyse with me thou heauen aboue
And ye Apostles all
Be glad ye people for Christes loue
That the whore hath gotten a fall
Be thankfull now I requyre you
Amende youre lyues whyle ye haue space
Let go the whore of Babilon
And thanke god of his grace.
And ye Apostles all
Be glad ye people for Christes loue
That the whore hath gotten a fall
Be thankfull now I requyre you
[lvi]
Let go the whore of Babilon
And thanke god of his grace.
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