death to gyue our fete into the waye of peace Glory be to the father and to the sōne and to the holy goost As it was in the begynnynge and as it is nowe and euer shal be So be it ¶ The antheme ¶ Christ moost mercyfull hath redemed vs let vs reioyce and alwayes geue thankes to God ¶ The versycie ¶ O Lorde heare my prayer ¶ The answere ¶ And let my crye come vnto the. ¶ The prayer GOd almyghty and oure mercyfull father which hast so excedyngly loued vs thy chosen chyldren that thou woldest vouchesafe to gyue vs thy only and welbeloued sonne Iesus Christ our sauyour to suffre death for our synnes so that all that stedfastlye beleue in hym myghte not peryshe but haue lyfe euerlastynge we besech the for thy abundaunt mercy and for the inestimable loue which thou barest to thy sonne Christ our sauyour gyue vs of thy grace poure thy fauour into oure hartes that we maye beleue feale and knowe perfytely that thou only arte our God our father and to vs an almyghty helper delyuerer a sauyour from synne frō all the deuelysh powers of hell and of the worlde and from death and that by thy sonne our Lorde Iesu Christe So be it ¶ The memory of the holy goost ¶ The antheme ¶ Come holy spirite of God inspire thou the hertes of them that beleue in the and kyndle in them the fyre of thy loue ¶ The versycle ¶ Sēde forth thy spirite they shal be made new ¶ The answere ¶ For so renuest thou the soule of man ¶ The prayer O God which hast instructed the hartes of the faythfull by the inspiracion of the holy goost graunt that we in thesame spyryte maye fauoure the truth and euermore reioyce in hys holy consolaciō By Christ our lord So be it ¶ A memory of the moost holy Trinite ¶ The antheme Delyuer vs saue vs iustify vs O blessed Trinite ¶ The versycle Blesse we the father the sonne with the holy gooste ¶ The answere Prayse we hym and exalte we hym euermore ¶ The prayer ALmyghty euerlastynge God which hast graunted to thy seruauntes thorow confession of the true fayth for to acknowlege the glorye of the eternall trinite and to honoure the one god in thy almyghty maiesty we besech the that through our stedfastnesse in the same fayth we maye be alwayes defended from all aduersytie which lyuest and reygnest one God worlde wythout ende So be it ¶ A memory of our Lady ¶ The antheme ¶ O glorious mother of God O perpetuall vyrgyn Mary which dyddest beare the Lord of al lordes and alone of all other dydest gyue sucke vnto the kynge of angels we beseche the of thy pytie to haue vs in remembraunce and to make intercession for vs vnto Christ that we beyng supported by his helpe maye come vnto the kyngdom of heauē ¶ The versycle O holy mother of God perpetuall vyrgyn Mary ¶ The answere Praye for vs vnto the Lorde Iesus Christe ¶ The prayer GRaunt we beseche the O Lorde God that thy seruauntes maye enioye contynuall helth of body and soule and throughe the gracious intercession of blessed Mary perpetuall virgyn that we maye be delyuered from thys present heuynes and to haue the fruycion of the eternall gladnesse By Christ our Lorde So be it ¶ A memory of all sayntes ¶ The antheme ¶ All ye blessed sayntes and electe seruauntes of God haue vs in remembraunce before God that through the helpe of youre prayers it maye please hym vs to assocyate wyth you ¶ The versycle ¶ Reioyce in the Lorde you that be iustifyed ¶ The answere ¶ And be you all glad that in herte be rectifyed ¶ The prayer WE besech the good Lorde that thou beyng pleased with the prayer of all thyne holy sayntes wylt bothe graunt vs pardon of our defautes and gyue vs also perpetuall remedy for them By Christe our Lorde So be it ¶ A memory of the passion of Christ HE that is the greate profounde sapience And diuine truth of the father on hye Which for mankynde of his benyuolēce Hymselfe hath made both God and man verely Was sold and bought by the Iewes trayterously And about mydnyght perturbed and taken And of hys disciples anone forsaken ¶ The versycle ¶ We worshyp the Christ with prayse benedictiō ¶ The answere ¶ For thou redemest the world by thy holy passiō ¶ The prayer LOrde Iesu Christe sonne of the lyuynge God set thy holy passion death betwene thy iudgement and our soules both now and at the houre of death and more ouer vouchesaufe to graunte vnto the lyuynge mercy grace to the deade pardon and reste to thy holy churche peace and concorde and to vs synners lyfe ioye euerlastynge whyche lyuest and reygneste God wyth the father and the holy goost worlde wythout ende So be it The glorious passyon of oure Lorde Iesu Christ delyuer vs from fearfull heuynes and brynge vs to the ioyes of paradyse So be it ¶ A memory of the compassion of our Lady ¶ The antheme HOly Mary of all godly women the godlyest Praye for vs of all holy women the holyest That he oure prayers accepte maye in good wyse Which of the was borne reygneth aboue the skyes By whose charite and mercyfull grace Our greuous synnes maye take no place ¶ The versycle ¶ Holy mother of God and virgyn perpetuall ¶ The answere ¶ Praye thou for vs to the Lorde celestiall ¶ The prayer HOly Lorde Iesu sonne of the moost swete vyrgyn Mary whych suffredest death for vs vpon a crosse shew vnto vs thy mercye and graunt vnto vs and vnto all that deuoutly haue in remembraunce the compassiō of thy moost holy mother by her prayer prosperous lyfe in thys present world and through thy grace eternall glorye in the worlde to come wherin thou doest reygne one god with the father the holy goost world with out ende So be it The glorious passion of a vyrgyns sonne Bryng vs to the blysse of the heuenly kyngdom So be it ¶ The pryme O God bende thyselfe into my helpe Lorde hast the to helpe me Glory be to the father and to the sonne and to the holy goost As it was in the begynnynge and as it is nowe and euer shal be So be it Prayse ye the Lorde COme holy goost O creatoure eternall In our myndes to make vysytacion And fulfyll thou wyth grace supernall Our hartes that be of thy creacion Remembre Lorde authour of saluacion That somtyme of a vyrgyne pure Wythout helpe of mans operacion Thou tokest vpon the our frayle nature And as thou of thy clemēcy mere mercy specyal Aboue her desertes hast chosen amonge all other And toke her to such fauoure and grace supernal That thou woldest be her sonne and she to be thy mother So we besech the Christ moost tender Graunt that thy seruauntes with a deuout moode Maye oftymes swetely remember The effusion of thy precyous bloude O vyrgyne Mary moost
crosse to be led with nayles to be through persed with eysel and gall to be gyuen drynke vnto and to be lyfte vp in the crosse amonge theues to be deputed wyth the moost vylest dethe to dye and with a spere to be wounded thou Lorde by these moost holy paynes whych we thy vnworthy seruaūtes do rendre and by thy holy passion delyuer vs from the paynes of hell and vouchsaufe to brynge vs wretched synners whyther as thou broughtest the penytent these crucyfyed wyth the. Which lyuest and reygnest wyth God the father in the vnyte of the holy goost for euer worldes wythout ende So be it ¶ The glorious passion of our Lorde Iesu Christ delyuer vs from sorowfull heuynesse and brynge vs to the ioye of paradyse So be it ¶ A memory of the compassion of our lady ¶ The antheme ¶ Holy mother of god mayden immaculate Of whom it pleased god to receaue our nature And to dye for vs wretches synners deplorate We beseche the hartely vyrgyn moost pure To pray to thy sonne that it may be his pleasure To graunt vs his fauoure by thy intercession And to be partakers of his moost holy passion ¶ The versycle ¶ Holy mother of God make thy petycion ¶ The answere ¶ That we maye optayne Christes promyssion ¶ The prayer O God whych vnto mākynde by the fruyte of the vyrgynytye of the blessed vyrgyn Mary hast gyuen the gyftes of eternall helth Graunt to vs we besech that she for vs may praye by whom we haue receyued the authour of lyfe the Lorde Iesus Christ whych wyth the lyueth reygneth God worlde without ende So be it ¶ The gloryous passion of the vyrgyns sonne Brynge vs to the blysse of the fathers kyngdom So be it The thyrde houre O God bende thyselfe into my helpe Lorde hast the to helpe me Glory be to the father and to the sonne and to the holy goost As it was in the begynnynge and as it is nowe and euer shal be So be it Prayse ye the Lorde ¶ The hymne COme holy goost O creatour eternall In our mynde to make visitation And fulfyll thou wyth grace supernall Oure hertes that be of thy creacion Remember Lorde authoure of saluacion That sometyme of a vyrgyn pure Without helpe of mannes operacion Thou tokest vpon the our frayle nature And as thou of thy clementie and mere mercye specyall Aboue her desertes hast chosen amonge all other And toke her to such fauour and grace supernall That thou woldest be her sonne and she to be thy mother So we beseche the Christ moost tender Graunt that thy seruauntes with a deuout moode Maye oftymes swetely remember The effusion of thy precyous bloude O vyrgyn Mary moost gracious O mother of God incomperable To thy sonne praye for vs That he after death be fauourable Glory be to the Lorde of myghtes moost That of a vyrgyn was bore Glory to the father and the holy goost To them be prayse for euer more So be it ¶ The .xxxij. Psalme Exultate iusti REioyce in the Lorde O ye ryghteous for it becometh well the iust to be thankefull Prayse the Lorde wyth harpe synge psalmes vnto hym wyth the lute and instrumēt often strynges Synge vnto hym a new songe yee synge lustely vnto hym and with a good courage For the worde of the Lorde is true and all hys workes are faythfull He loueth mercy and iudgement the earth is full of the goodnes of the Lorde By the worde of the Lorde were the heauens made and all hoostes of them by the brethe of hys mouthe He gathereth the waters together as it were in a bottell and layeth vp the depe in secrete Let all the earth feare the Lorde and let all them that dwell in the worlde stande in awe of hym For loke what he sayeth it is done loke what he commaundeth it standeth fast The Lorde bryngeth the counsel of the Heathen to nought and tourneth the deuyses of the people But the counsell of the Lorde endureth and the thoughte of hys harte from generacion to generacion Blessed are the people that holde the lorde for theyr god and blessed are the folke whom he hath chosen to be hys herytage The Lorde loketh downe frō heauen beholdeth all the chyldren of men from his stronge sete he cōsydereth them that dwell in the worlde He only hath fashyoned all the hartes of thē and knoweth all theyr workes A kynge is not helped by hys owne greate hoost nother is a gyant saued by the myght of his owne strength A horse is but a vayne thynge to saue a man it is not the power of his strength that can delyuer hym Beholde the eye of the lorde loketh vnto thē that feare hym and put theyr trust in his mercy That he maye delyuer theyr soules from death to fede them in the dere tyme. Let our soule paciently abyde the Lorde for he is our helpe and shelde So shall oure harte reioyce in hym because we haue hoped in his holy name Let thy mercyfull kyndnesse O Lorde be vpon vs lyke as we put our trust in the. Glory be to the father c. As it was in the. c. The C.xviij. Psalme Beati immaculati BLessed are those that be vndefyled in the way which walke in the waye of the Lorde Blessed are they that kepe his testimonyes and seke hym wyth theyr whole herte Which walke in the wayes do no wyckednesse Thou hast gyuen strayte charge to kepe thy commaundementes O that my wayes were stablyshed to kepe thy statutes So shulde I not be confounded whyle I haue respecte vnto all thy commaundementes I wyll thanke the wyth an vnfayned herte because I am learned in the iudgemētes of thy ryghteousnesse I wyl kepe thy statutes o forsake me not vtterly Where withall shall a yonge man clense his way euen by rulynge hymselfe after thy worde With my whole herte do I seke the O let me not go wronge out of thy commaundementes Thy wordes haue I hyd wythin my harte that I shulde not synne agaynst the. Praysed be thou O Lorde O teache me thy statutes Wyth my lyppes wyll I be tellynge out all the iudgementes of thy mouth I haue great delite in the waye of thy testimonies as in all maner of rychesse I wyll exercyse my selfe in thy commaundementes and haue respecte vnto thy fotepathes My delyte shal be in thy statutes I wyll not forget thy wordes Glorye be to the father and to the sonne and to the holy goost As it was in the begynnynge and as it is nowe and euer shal be So be it ¶ The C.xlvi Psalme Laudate dominum PRayse the Lorde for it is a good thynge to synge prayses vnto our God yee a ioyfull and pleasaunte thynge it is to be thankefull The Lorde shall buyld vp Ierusalem and gather togyther the outcastes of Israell He that healeth the cōtrite in harte and byndeth vp theyr woundes He that telleth the nombre of the starres and calleth them all by
we haue not thoughte it nether to vs greuous nether to thys prymer superfluous to set them in thys place ¶ The .i. prayer O Iesu endles swetnesse to all that loue the a ioye passynge and exceadyng all gladnesse and desyre Thou sauyoure louer of al repentaunt synners that lykeste to dwell as thou saydeste thyselfe wyth the chyldren of meÌ„ for that was the cause why thou wast incarnate and made man in the ende of the worlde Haue mynde blessed Iesu of all the bytter sorowes that thou suffred in thy manhoode drawynge nygh to thy moost holsome passion the whyche passion was ordeyned to be in thy deuyne herte by counsayle of the holy trinite for the raunsume of al mankynde Haue mynde blessed Iesu of all the great dreades anguysshâ—s and sorowes that thou suffredest in thy tender flesh before thy passioÌ„ on the crosse when thou wast betrayde of thy disciple Iudas to the Iewes whiche of singular affeccion that thou haddeste to them shulde haue bene thyne especyall people after tyme that thou haddest made thy prayer vpon the mounte of olyuete swettest there both bloude and water Also haue mynde of the great anguyshe that thou wast in when thou waste taken of the false Iewes and by false wytnesse accused And at Ierusalem in tyme of Easter in the floryshynge youthe of thy body without trespas receauedest thou thy iudgement of death vpon the crosse vniustly where also thou wast dispoyled of thyne owne clothes blyndfelde buffeted bounde to a pyllar and scourged with thornes crowned and wyth a reede smytten on the heade and with innumerable paynes thy body was all to brused and torne For mynd of this blessed passion I beseche the benygne Iesu graunt me afore my death very contricion true confessioÌ„ and amendement of my lyfe and of all my synnes remissyon So be it Our father c. ¶ The .ii. prayer O Blessed Iesu maker of all the worlde that of a man maye not be measured whych closeste in thy hande all the earth Haue mynde of thy bytter sorowe fyrst when the Iewes fastened thy blessed handes to the crosse wyth blunt nayles And to encrease more thy paynes they added sorowe vpon sorowe to thy bytter woundes whan they perced thy tender fete because thou woldeste not accorde to theyr wyl And so cruelly they drew thy blessed body in length and bredth to the measure of the crosse that all the ioyntes of thy lymmes were both loused and broken for mynde of thy blessed passion I beseche the benygne Iesu geue me grace to kepe with me both thy loue and thy dred So be it Our father whych art in heauen c. ¶ The thyrde prayer O Iesu heauenly phisicion haue mynde of thy langour and blewnes of thy woundes and sorow that thou suffred in the heygh patible of the crosse whan thou waste lyfte vp from the earth that thou wast al to torne in al thy lymmes wherof ther was no lymme abydyng in his ryght ioynte so that no sorow was lyke to thyne because that from the soules of thy fete to the toppe of thy heade was no whole place and yet forgettynge in maner all those greuous paynes thou praydeste deuoutly and charitably to thy father for thy enemyes sayenge father forgeue it theÌ„ for they wote not what they do For thy charitable mercye that thou shewedest to thyne enemyes and for mynde of those bytter paynes grauÌ„t me that this mynde of thy bytter passion be to me plenary remission and forgeuenesse of all my synnes So be it Our father which art in c. ¶ The .iiij. Prayer O Iesu very fredome of angels the paradyse of all goostly pleasures Haue mynde of the drede and hydeous fearfulnes that thou suffred whan all thyne enemyes lyke vnto mooste wodde lyons compassed the about smyttynge the and spyttynge on the scratchynge the and wyth many other greuous paynes tormentynge the for mynde of all these dispytfull wordes cruel beatynges and sharpe tormentes and all the cruell paynes which thyne enemyes put the to I besech the blessed Iesu delyuer me from al myn enemies bodely and goostly and geue me grace to haue the defence and protection of helthe euerlastynge agaynst them vnder the shadowe of thy wydges So be it Our father which c. ¶ The .v. prayer O Iesu myrrour of the dyuine clerenes haue mynde of that drede and heuynesse whyche thou haddest when thou hangest naked myserable on the crosse and all thy frendes and acquayntaunce stode agaynst the and foundest comforte of none but only thy moost louynge mother faythfully standynge by the with great bytternes of harte whom thou dyddest betake to thy welbeloued disciple sayenge-Lo woman thy sonne and lykewyse to the disciple Lo thy mother I beseche the blessed Iesu by the swearde of sorow that theÌ„ persed hyr harte to haue compassion on me in all my troubles and afflictions bodely and goostlye and geue me coÌ„forte in al tyme of tribulacioÌ„ So be it Our father which arte c. ¶ The .vi. prayer O Iesu kynge moost worthy to be loued and frende moost to be desyred Haue mynde of the sorow that thou haddest wheÌ„ thou beheldest in thy myrroure of thy moost clere maiesty the predestination of all thy chosen soules that shulde be saued by the merytes of thy passion for mynde of the depnes of thy greate mercye whiche thou haddest vpon vs loste and dysperate synners and namely for the great mercy that thou shewedest to the thefe that honge on the crosse sayenge this Thys daye thou shalte be with me in paradyse I praye the benygne Iesu to shewe thy mercy on me in the houre of my death So be it Our father which art c. ¶ The .vij. prayer O Iesu well of endles pytie that saydest on the crosse of thy passion by inwarde affection of loue I thurste that is to saye the helthe of mannes soule for mynde of thys blessed desyre I besech the benygne Iesu kyndell our desyre to euery good and perfyte worke the thyrst of concupyscence and burnynge of al worthy loue in vs vtterly kole and extynguyshe So be it Our father which art c. ¶ The .viij. prayer O Iesu swetnesse of hartes and goostly pleasure of soules I besech the for the bytternes of the aysell gall that thou tasted and suffred for vs at the houre of thy death graunte that we maye worthely receaue thy moost blessed bodye and bloude the which was betrayde and shede for the remedy of oure synnes and comsorte of oure soules So be it Our father which art c. ¶ The .ix. prayer O Iesu royal strength and goostly ioye haue mynde of the anguyshes greate sorowes that thou suffred whan thou cryed to thy father with a myghty voyce for the bytternesse of thy death and also for the scourgynge of the Iewes sayenge thys O my God O my God why haste thou forsaken me By thys paynfull anguyshe for sake not vs in the anguyshes of oure death oure blessed
thou refreshest me thou shalt stretche forth thyne hande vpon the furyoufnesse of myne ennemyes and thy ryght hande shall saue me The Lorde shall make good for me yee thy mercy O Lorde endureth for euer despyse not then the worke of thyne owne handes Glorye be to the father and to the sonne and to the holy goost As it was in the begynnynge and as it is nowe and euer shal be ¶ The antheme ¶ Haue mercy on me Lord and heare my prayer ¶ The Chapter THe benignite and humanite of God oure sauyour hath appeared not for the dedes of ryghteousnesse which we wrought but after hys great mercy he saued vs by the fountayne of the newe byrth and renuynge of the holy goost which he shed on vs abundauntly thorowe Iesus Christ our sauyour ¶ Thankes be to God ¶ The hymne O Lorde of the worlde the sauyour Which hast thys daye saued vs In thys nyght be our protector And in all tymes be gracious Mercyfully helpe vs nowe And spare vs to the prayenge Our synnes awaye also do thou And our darknesse thou lyghten Thou of our sense the renuer Wyth harty desyre we do praye That wyth chast mynde and pure From our beddes ryse we maye O vyrgyn Mary moost gracyous O mother of Christ incomperable To thy sonne praye for vs That he in the houre of death be fauourable Glory be to the Lorde of myghtes moost That of a virgyn chast was bore Glory be to the father and to the holy goost To them be prayse for euermore So be it ¶ The versycle ¶ Kepe vs Lorde as the apple of the eye ¶ The answere ¶ Vnder the shadowe of thy wynges defende vs. ¶ The songe of Simeon Nunc dimittis seruum tuum domine LOrde nowe lettest thou thy seruaunt depart in peace accordyng to thy promysse Lorde my eyes haue sene thy sauynge helthe Whych thou hast prepared before the face of all people Lyght to be shewed vnto the Gentyles and to the glory of thy people of Israell Glory be to the father and to the sonne and to the holy goost As it was in the begynnynge and as it is nowe and euer shal be So be it ¶ The antheme O Lorde saue vs wakynge and kepe vs slepynge that with Christ we maye wake and quietly to rest in peace ¶ The versycle ¶ O Lorde heare my prayer ¶ The answere ¶ And gyue hearynge to my clamoure ¶ The prayer LOrde whyche by the annunciacion of the aungell hast gyuen vs knowlege of the incarnacyon of thy sonne Iesus Chryste poure thy grace into oure hartes that we trustynge in hym through hys passyon and death maye be brought to the glory of the last resurrection By thesame our Lorde Iesus Christ which lyueth reygneth one God with the father and the holy goost worlde wythout ende So be it A memory of the passion of Christ THe hope of our lyfe euer to endure Of Iesu the noble and blessed body At cōplyne tyme was brought to sepultur Spyced and adorned fragant and swetely Of scripture complete was then the mystery Therfore Iesu graunt me thy woundes tender And thy death busely styll to remember ¶ The summe of the whole or fynall prayer O blessed Christ these houres canonicall To the I offer with meke deuocion For as thou hast suffred those paynes all In thy greuous agony by lyke season So by the remembraunce of thy passion Make me accordynge to thy busynes Partener of thy crowne and glory endles ¶ The versycle ¶ We worshyppe the Christe wyth prayse and benediction ¶ The answere ¶ For thou redemest the worlde from all afflitiō ¶ The prayer O Lorde Iesu Christ in whose power al thynges are put and there is none that cā resyst thy wyll which dydest vouchsafe to be borne to dye and to ryse by the mysterye of thy moost holy body and by thy fyue woundes and by the effusion of thy moost precyous bloude haue mercy on vs euen as thou knoweste to be necessary for oure soules and bodyes delyuer vs from the temptaciō of the deuell and from all thynges with the which thou knowest vs to be troubled with and kepe vs and strength vs in thy seruyce vnto the ende and geue vs true amendemement and space of true penaunce and of our synnes also graunte vs remission and make vs brethren and systerne frendes and enemyes to loue together and wyth all thy sayntes in thy kyngdome wythoute ende to haue ioye Whyche lyuest and reygnest God wyth God the father and the holye gooste worlde withoute ende So be it Let vs prayse the Lorde And geue hym thankes wyth one accorde The gloryous passyon of our Lorde Iesu Christe delyuer vs from sorowfull heuynes and brynge vs to the ioyes of paradyse So be it ¶ A memory of our Lady The rodde of Iesse hath floryshed Replenyshed with the holy goost Which vpwarde to go vs hath monyshed In passynge the hylles to Zacharies coast ¶ The versycle Holy mother of God make thy peticion ¶ The answere That we maye obteyne Christes promission ¶ The prayer WE beseche the Lorde Iesu Christ that the most holy vyrgyn Mary thy mother may praye for vs vnto thy holy mercy nowe in the houre of deathe whose soule in the houre of thy blessed passion the swearde of sorow perced tho rowe which yet in thy glorious resurrection excedynge gladnesse made ioyfull whyche lyuest and raygnest for euer ¶ The dolorous passion of the vyrgyns sonne Brynge vs to the blysse of the fathers kyngdome So be it O mercyfull father haue pytie therfore On vs poore wretches myserable and thrall Seynge thy sonne that vyne cluster pressed sore And from the pestylens of death eternall Kepe vs by voydynge the fende infernall And ioyne vs wyth them whych rewarded be With eternall lyfe seynge the deytie ¶ The versycle ¶ We do praye the do praye the father of Christe moost mercyfull ¶ The answere ¶ That thou intende and defende vs from death that is moost sorowfull ¶ The prayer GRaunt vs we besech the father almyghty thy grace that we whych of the incarnacion natiuity passion glorious resurrecciō and meruelous ascencion of the sonne of the commynge also of the holy gooste wyth reuerence do make a remembraunce by the grace of the same holy goost we maye ryse from the death of the soule wyth the lyfe an eternall lyfe by Iesus Christ our Lorde So be it ¶ A prayer of Christ oure sauyoure HAyle heauenly kynge father of mercye oure lyfe our swetnes our hope all hayle vnto the do we crye which are the banyshed chyldrē of Eua vnto the do we sygh wepynge and waylyng in the vale of lamentaciō come of therfore our aduocate cast vpon vs those mercyfull ioyes of thyn and after this our banyshment shewe vnto vs the glorious lyght in thy heuenly kyngdome o mercy full o holy o swete sauyoure ¶ The prayer ALmyghty eternall God whych by the operaciō of the holy goost dyddest wonderfully prepare the body and
God So be it Our father which art in c. ¶ The .x. prayer O Iesu begynnynge and ende waye lyfe and vertue in euery meane haue mynde that fro the toppe of thy heade vnto the sooles of thy fete thou suffredest for vs to be drowned in the water of thy payneful passion for mynd of this great payne and namely for the depenes and wydenes of thy wouÌ„des I besech the blessed Iesu teach me the large precepte coÌ„mauÌ„demeÌ„tes of loue which am drowned al in foule synne So be it Our father ¶ The .xi. prayer O Iesu depnes of endles mercy I besech the for the depnes of thy woundes that went throughe thy tender flesh and thy vaynes that thou vouchsafe to drawe me out beynge drouded in the depnes of synne And hyde me euer after in the holes of thy woundes from the face of thy wrath vnto the tyme Lorde that thy dredful fury be passed So be it Our father whych art in heauen c. ¶ The .xij. prayer O Iesu myrrour of truth token of vnitie sure bonde of charite Haue mynd of thyn innumerable paynes and wouÌ„des whych from the toppe of thy heade to the soole of thy foote thou wast wouÌ„ded and of the wycked Iewes thou wast all to torne and rent And all thy body made rede wyth thy moost holy bloude the which great sorow blessed Iesu in thy clene virgins body thou suffredest What myghtest thou do more for vs theÌ„ thou dyddest Therfore benygne Iesu I praye the hartely to wryte al thy wouÌ„des in my harte with thy moost precious bloude that I maye both read in them thy drede and thy loue And that I maye styll continue in praysynge and thankynge the to my lyues ende So be it Our father which art c. ¶ The .xiii. prayer O Iesu moost myghty Lyon kynge immortall and moost victorious Haue mynde of the sorowe that thou suffredest when al the powers thy harte and body fayled the vtterly and then thou enclynynge thyne heade saydest thus It is all done For mynde of that anguyshe and sorowe Haue mercy on me whan my soule in the last consummacion and departynge of my breath shal be anguyshed and troubled So be it Our father whych art c. ¶ The .xiiij. prayer O Iesu the only begotten sonne of almyghty God the father the bryghtnes and fygure of his godly substaunce Haue mynd of that entyer commendacion in whych thou dyddest coÌ„mende thy sprete into the haÌ„des of thy father and wyth a torne body and broken harte shewynge to vs for our ransome the bowels of thy mercye for the redemynge of vs dyddest geue vp thy brethe for mynde of that precious deathe I beseche the kynge of sayntes comforte me to with stande the fende the world and my flesh that I maye be dead to the worlde and louynge goostly towarde the. And in the laste houre of my departynge fro the worlde receaue my soule commynge to the whych in thys lyfe is an outlawe a pylgryme So be it Our father which arte c. ¶ The .xv. prayer O Iesu very true and plentuous vyne haue mynde of the moost exceadynge and abundaunt effusion of bloude that thou sheddest moost plenteously as yf it had ben crusshed out of a rype cluster of grapes when thou vppon the crosse dyddest tread that presse alone gauest vs drynke both bloude and water out of thy syde beyng perced with a knyghtes spere so that in all thy body was not left a drop of bloude nor of water then at the laste lyke a bundel of myrre thou wast hanged on the crosse on hygh where thy tender fleshe waxed wanne the lycoure of thy bowels was dryed vp For mynde of thys thy moost bytter passioÌ„ swete Iesu wounde my harte that the water of repentaunce and teares of loue maye be my foode both nyght and daye And good Iesu turne me whole to the that my herte maye be euer to the a dwellynge place that my lyuynge maye be euer plesaunt and acceptable and that the ende of my lyfe maye be so commendable that I maye perpetually prayse the with al thy sayntes in blysse So be it Our father whych arte c. I beleue in God c. ¶ Here after followeth the seuen penitentiall Psalmes ¶ Why that these .vii. psalmes folowynge are called penitentiall and be chefely noted aboue other the common opinion and mynde of many wryters is and hath ben that the kynge and prophete Dauid coÌ„puncte or sâ—ryken wyth harty repeÌ„taunce of his greuous adultery committed wyth Bersabe the detestable murther of vrye her husbande beynge hys knyght and seruaunt after he was admonyshed by Nathan the prophete of God shulde make them specially to declare his inwarde sorowe and deye contricion that he toke for the same But whether it were done vpon that intention or not that I referre to the iudgement of other Yet this is very certayne that they maye wel and of good coÌ„gruâ—nte be called penitentiall for because that penaunce in them is so diligently so ofteÌ„ and manyfestly treated repeted and commended as in the selfe psalmes is easly to be perceaued ¶ The antheme ¶ Remembre not c. The .vi. Psalme Domine ne in furore tuo LOrde rebuke me not in thy fury neyther chasten thou me in thyne angre Haue mercye on me Lorde for I am sycke heale me lorde for my bones are brused And my soule is very sore troubled but how loÌ„ge Lorde Turne the Lorde and delyuer my soule saue me for thy mercy For ther is none in death that haue mynd of the and in hell who wyll knowlege the. I haue laboured in my sorow I shal euery nyght wash my bedde with teares shal I wete the place where I lye Myne eye is troubled wyth woodnesse I haue waxed olde amonge all myne enemyes Auoyde from me all ye that worke wyckednesse for the Lorde hath herde the noyse of my wepyng The Lorde hath herde my prayer the Lorde hath herde my petycion Let all myne enemyes be ashamed and confouÌ„ded let them be ashamed confounded very quyckely Glorye be to the father to the sonne and to the holy goost As it was in the begynnyng and as it is nowe and euer shal be So be it The .xxxi. Psalme Beati quorum remisse BLessed are they whose iniquityes are forgeuen and whose synnes be couered Blessed is the man to whom God shal not impute synne nether in his sprete is dysceyt For I haue holdeÌ„ me styll my bones haue waxed olde whyles I cryed all the daye For daye and nyght haue thyne handes ben imburdened vpon me I was tourned in my trouble whylest my backe bone was stryken I haue made my faulte knowen vnto the haue not hyde my vnryghteousnesse I haue sayde I shall confesse my vnryghteousnes agaynst my selfe to the lorde and thou hast remytted the wyckednesse of my synne For that shal euery holy person praye vnto the in tyme conuenient Neuerthelesse in the great flode of many waters they shall not
so you must beare your Crosse As he mortifyed our synne in his flessh beyng crucifyed on the crosse So ought you to mortyfy and slaye synne in your bodyees crucifyeng your flessh with the lustes and desyres For as Saynt Paule sayth Gala. v. they that are Christes hath so crucifyed theyr flessh Wherfore deare reader commynge to the presence of the blessed bodye of Christe of these thynges be not forgetfull but aboue all be not vnfaythful let fayth in thys matter be thy guyde And when by faythe thou beholdest Christes body by a thankfull remembraunce Remembre also the death and passion of the same bodye remembrynge the death of the bodye in the whyche thy synne was slayne beynge Crucyfyed on the crosse Remembre also to mortifye synne in thyne owne body by crucyfyenge it wyth the Iustes and desyres To thys purpose deare reader thou shuldest heare masse therfore note well and marke thys lytie rude thynge that by it thou mayest be stablyshed in thy fayth and learne by the hearynge of masse so to remembre Christes death and passō that lyke a true Christen thou mayest beare Christes crosse in thys lyfe that by the meryte of Christes death suffred on his crosse thou mayeste come to the eternall lyfe ¶ Vale. ¶ A prayer to be fayde before masse O Lorde Iesu Christe which art our very byshoppe and dyddest offer thy selfe vnto God the father a pure and immaculate hoost on the aulter of the crosse for vs myserable synners whiche also gauest thy flesh vnto vs to eate and thy bloude to drynke and madest thys mysterye of thy body and bloude in the power of thy holy sprete for a remembraunce of thy moost holy passion sayeng As of ten tymes as ye do these thynges ye shall do them in the remembraunce of me I therfore o lorde vn worthy synner of a deuoute mynde haue repared hyther vnto thy tēple although a synner to heare se that blessed sacrifice of praysynge whych thou thou thyselfe commaundest to be done for a memoryall of thy holy passion to the intente the I mygh◠sture vp in me a fresh remembraunce of thy moost blessed death and to geue the thankes for that mooste mercyfull charyte that moued the to bye and redeme my soule wyth so great pryce Graunte me moost mercyfull Lorde not onlye to se thys mysterye wyth my bodely eyes but specyally to se it wyth my inwarde eyes of fayth and therby to haue holly a louely and a thankefull remembraunce of that blessed passion and death and there in to continue vntyll the houre of my death So be it ¶ A prayer to be sayde at the eleuacion tyme. HAyle very body incarnate of a vyrgyne Nayled on a crosse offred for mans synnes Whose syde beynge perced bloude ranne out plenteously At the houre of death let vs receaue the bodely O swete O holy O Iesu sonne of Mary ¶ A prayer to be sayde after the masse O Lorde God omnipotent whiche not of oure desertes but thorow the inestimable merite the blessed passion of thy sonne Iesu Christe hast redemed man and reconcyled hym to thy fauoure graunt vnto me moost myserable synner whyche haue here vnder the forme of breade and wyne by faythe sene the body and bloude of my saueoure in the remembraunce of hym so to remember his death and his sayenge that I maye take his Crosse and folow him all the dayes of my lyfe that I maye all flesshly Iustes and synfull lyuyng vtterly forsake that I maye al aduersite afflyccion and persecution paciently suffre And so folowynge thy sonne Christe here with my crosse may also continue in thy fauour vnto the which I am reconcyled by partakynge of the merites of his blessed passion and finally that I maye come vnto thy glorye whiche thou haste promised vnto thy elect thorow our Lorde Iesu Christ thy sōne Which lyueth and reyghneth with the in vnite of the holy ghost worlde without ende So be it ¶ The Prologe to the Dirige ¶ We reade in sondrye places of the Byble most deare reader that the antique people the Hebrewes had a certayne maner of lamentation for the dead as we read how Iacob was lamented and of Aaron and of Moyses in the last chapter of Exodus how they were lamēted of the people certayn dayes in lyke maner we haue of the funerall that was among the Iewes as in the last of Genesis we haue howe Ioseph was inbawmed and in the gospel howe the holy wemē prepared swete spyces to the funeral of christ of those olde Iewyssh customes hath there exepte into the church a custome to haue a certayne suffragies for the dead called dirige of Dirige the firste antheme hereof but by whom or whan these suffrages were made we haue no sure euidence of wrytyng but dyuers auctors do ascrybe it to diuers as some to S. Isodore some to Saynt Gregory some to Pelagius but whether he or the other made it or this tyme or that it forceth not muche for thys we are suere of that Saynt Paule taught vs that we shulde no vse suche lamentacion or mortnynge for the deabe as thoughe we were without hope but we shuld rather reioyce as in them that cest in the stepe of peace And as for such suffrages as are set forth in the Dirige the collettes excepted they are no more to be applyed for the dead thā for the quycke But whether these were ordeyned at the fyrste to be sayde for the soules departed or no I wyl make no doctryne oftt but this I know well that the reader of these maye haue a great learnynge and knowledge of the miseries and shortnesse of the lyfe of man and maye learne hereby to dye well and to haue a hope and truste of the laste resurrection And for this onely cause haue I also set forthe in thys primer a dirige of the whiche the thre fyrste lessons are of the miseries of mans lyfe the myddell of the funerall of the deade corpus and the last thre are of the last resurrection For the office of the funerall althoughe it profyte not the soule yet here in we not onely do testifye oure fayth that we haue in the last cysynge but also do accomplysshe the worke of charite in buryenge of the deade ¶ The Euensonge of the dirige ¶ The antheme I shall please The C.xiiii Psalme Dilexi quoniam That he hath enclyned his eare vnto me therfore wyll I call vpon hym as longe t s I lyue The snares of death compassed me rounde aboute the paynes of hel gate holde vpon me I founde trouble and heuynesse Then called I vpon the name of the lorde o lorde delyuer my soule Gracyous is the lorde and ryghteous yee oure God is mercifull The lorde preserueth the simple I was broughte downe and he helped me Turne agayne then vnto thy reste O my soule for the lorde hath gyuen the thy desyre And why thou haste delyuered my soule from death myne eyes from teares and my fete from
fallynge I wyll walke before the Lorde in the lande of the lyuynge ¶ The antheme I shall please the lorde in the region of the lyuynge ¶ The antheme Vo is me The C.xix Psalme Addominum cum WHan I am in trouble I cal vpon the Lorde and he hath herde me Delyuer my soule O Lorde from lyenge lyppes and from a deceytfull tonge What rewarde shal be geuen or done to the thou false tonge Euen myghty and sharpe arrowes with hote burnynge coles Wo is me that my banyshment endureth so lōge I dwell in the tabernacles of the sorowfull My soule hath longe dwelled amonge them that be enemyes vnto peace I laboured for peace but when I spake therof they prepared them to battayle ¶ The antheme Wo is me for that my banyshment is prologed The C.xx Psalme Leuaui oculos meos I Lyfte vp myne eyes vnto the hylles from whence commeth my helpe My helpe commeth from the lorde which made heauen and earthe He shall not suffre thy fote to slyppe neyther shall he that kepeth the fall into a slomber To he shall neyther fall a slepe nor slomber which kepeth Israell The Lorde kepeth the the Lorde is thy defence more then the ryght hande The Sonne shall not burne the by daye nor the Moone by nyght The Lorde kepeth the from all euel the Lorde kepeth euen thy soule The Lorde kepe thy goynge in and goynge oute from thys tyme forth and euermore ¶ The antheme The Lorde kepeth the from all euell he kepeth euē thy soule ¶ The antheme Yf thou The C.xxix Psalme De profundis OVte of the depe called I vnto the O Lorde Lorde heare my voyce O let thyne eares consyder well the voyce of my complaynte Yf thou Lorde wylt be extreme to marke ouriui quities O Lorde who maye abyde it But there is mercy wyth the and because of thy lawe haue I abyden the O Lorde My soule hath abyden in his word my soule hath trusted in the Lorde From the mornynge watche vntyll nyght let Israell trust in the Lorde For which the Lorde ther is mercye and hys redemption is plenteous And he shall redeme Israell frō al his iniquities ¶ The antheme Yf thou lorde imputest mens synnes vnto them Lorde who shall abyde it ¶ The antheme The workes The C.xxxvii Psalme Confitebor tibi domine I Wyll geue thankes vnto the o lorde with my whole herte for thou hast hearde the wordes of my mouth euen before the goddes wyll I synge prayses vnto the. I wyll worshyppe towarde thy holy temple and prayse thy name because of thy louynge kyndnes and truth for thou hast magnifyed thy worde accordynge vnto thy great name When I call vpon the heare thou me and endue my soule with much strength All the kynges of the earth shal prayse the o lorde whan they heare the wordes of thy mouth Yee they shal synge in the wayes of the lorde that greate is the glory of the Lorde For though the Lorde be hyghe yet hathe he respecte to the lowly as for the proude he beholdeth hym afarre of Though I walke in the myddeste of trouble yet shalte thou refreshe me thou shalte stretche forthe thyne hande vpon the furiousnes of myne enemyes and thy ryght hande shall saue me The Lorde shall make good for me yee thy mercy o Lorde endureth for euer despyse not then the worke of thyne owne handes ¶ The Antheme Lorde despyce not the workes of thyne handes ¶ The versycle From the gates of hell ¶ The answere Lorde delyuer theyr soules ¶ The antheme I hearde a. ¶ The songe of blessed Mary Magnificat anima mea dominum MY soule magnifyeth the Lorde And my sprete hath reioyced in God my sauyoure For he hath loked on the lowe degre of hys hande mayden beholde now from hense forth shall all generacions call me blessed For he that is myghtye hathe done to me greate thynges and blessed is his name And his mercy is alwayes on thē that feare hym through out all generacions He hath shewed strength with his arme he hathe scattered them that are proude in the imagynaciō of theyr hartes He hath put downe the myghty frō theyr seates and hath exalted them of lowe degre He hath fylled the hungrye wyth good thynges and hath sent awaye the rych emptye He hath remembred mercy and hathe holpen hys seruaunt Israell Euen as he promysed to our fathers Abraham to hys sede for euer ¶ The antheme ¶ I haue herde a voyce from heauen sayenge blessed be the deade whiche dye in the Lorde Lorde haue mercye on vs Christe haue mercye on vs Lorde haue mercye on vs. Our father The C.xlv Psalme Lauda anima PRayse the Lorde O my soule whyle I lyue wyll I prayse the lorde I wyl prayse the Lorde as longe as I shall remayne O put not your truste in princes nor in the chyldren of men for there is no helpe in them For when the breth of man goeth forthe he shall turne agayne to hys earth and so all his thoughtes peryshe Blessed is he that hath the God of Iacob for hys helpe and whose hope is in the Lorde hys God whych made heauen and earth the see and al that there in is Whiche kepeth his promyse for euer whyche helpeth them to ryght that suffre wrōge whych fedeth thy hongry The lorde louseth men out of preson the lorde geueth syght to the blynde The lorde helpeth them vp that are fallen the lord loueth the ryghteous The lorde careth for the straungers he defendeth the fatherles and wedowe as for the waye of the vngodly he turneth it vpsyde downe The Lorde thy God O Syon is kynge for euermore and thorowe out all generacyons ¶ The versycle From the gates of hell ¶ The Answere Lorde delyuer theyr soules ¶ The versicle I trust to se the goodes of the lorde ¶ The answere In the lande of lyfe ¶ The versicle Lorde God heare my prayer ¶ The answere And geue hearynge to my clamour ¶ Let vs praye GOd to whom it is approbried to be mercyful euer and to spare be mercyfull to the soules of thy seruauntes of eche kynde and forgeue them all theyr synnes that they beynge lowsed frō the bondes of death maye ascende vnto lyfe O God the Lorde of pardon Graunte vnto the soule of N. thy seruaunte the yeares mynde of whose deathe we haue in remēbraunce a place of reste the blessed ful quyete and clerenesse of the lyghte O God whyche haste caused thy seruauntes in pontificall dignitie to be accompted amonge the prestes apostolyke Graunt we beseche the that they maye enioye in heauen the contynuall company of them whose office they dyd beare sometyme heare in earth O God the graunter of pardon and the louer of mans saluacion we besech thy mercy that thou wylt suffre the congregacion of our brothers and systers beynge departed oute of thys worlde through the intercession of blessed Mary the vyrgyn and S. Michel tharchangell and all holy sayntes to come to the congregacion of euerlastynge
felicite O God that art creatoure and redemer of all faythfull people Graunt vnto the soules of all true beleuers beynge deade remission of all theyr synnes that throughe deuoute prayers they maye attayne the gracious pardon whyche they haue alwaye desyred whyche shalte come to iudge the quycke and the deade and the worlde by fyre So be it God haue mercy on al Christen soules So be it ¶ The antheme ¶ Matyns of the Dirige Directe good The .v. Psalme Verba mea HEare my wordes O Lorde consyder my callynge O marke the voyce of my petycion my kynge and my God for vnto the wyll I make my prayer Heare my voyce O lorde by tymes for earlye in the mornynge wyll I get me vnto the yee that wyth diligence For thou arte not the God that hath pleasure in the wyckednesse ther maye no vngodlye personne dwell wyth the. Such as be cruell maye not stande in thy syghte thou art an ennemy vnto all wycked doers Thou destroyeste the lyers the lorde abhorreth the bloud thrusty and deceytfull But as for me I wyll come into thy house euen vpon the multitude of thy mercy and in thy feare wyll I worshyppe towarde thy holy temple Lede me O lorde in thy ryghteousnesse because of myne enemyes and make the waye playne before me For there is no faythfulnesse in theyr mouthes they dissimble in theyr hartes theyr throte is an open sepulcre with theyr tonges they deceaue Punyshe them O God that they maye perysh in theyr owne ymaginacions cast them out because of the multitude of theyr synnes for they rebell agaynst the lorde Agayne let all thē that put theyr trust in the reioyse yee let them euer be glad and dwell thou in them because thou defendest thē that they which loue thy name maye be ioyfull in the. For thou lorde geueste thy blessynge vnto the ryghteous and wyth thy fauourable kyndnesse thou defendest hym as wyth a shylde ¶ The antheme Dyrecte good lorde my waye in thy syght ¶ The antheme Turne the. c. The .vi. Psalme Domine ne in furore LOrde rebuke me not in thy furye nether chasten thou me in thyne anger Haue mercy on me lorde for I am sycke heale me lorde for my bones are brused And my soule is verye sore troubled but howe longe lorde Turne the Lorde and delyuer my soule saue me for thy mercy For there is none in death that haue mynde of that and in hell who wyll knowlege the. I haue laboured in my sorow I shal euery nyght washe my bedde wyth teares I shall wete the place where I lye Myne eye is troubled wyth woodnesse I haue waxed olde amonge all myne enemyes Auoyde from me all ye that worke wyckednesse for the lorde hath herde the noyse of my wepynge The Lorde hath herde my prayer the lorde hath herde my peticyon Let all myne enemyes be ashamed confounded let them be ashamed confounded very quyckely ¶ The Antheme Turne the Lorde and delyuer my soule for he is not in death that hath mynde of the. ¶ The antheme Lest ony The .vii. Psalme O Lorde my God in the do I trust saue me frō all them that persecute me and delyuer me Lest he catche vp my soule lyke a lyon and teare it in peces whyle ther is none to helpe that can saue me O Lorde my God yf I haue done ony such thynge yf ther be ony vnryghteousnesse in my handes Yf I haue rewarded euell vnto them that dealte frendely with me or hurte thē that withoute ony cause are myne enemyes Then let myne enemye persecute my soule take me yee let hym treade my lyfe downe in the earthe and laye myne honoure in the dust Stande vp O Lorde in thy wrathe lyft vp thyselfe ouer the furyous indygnacion of myne enemyes aryse vp for me in the vengeaūce that thou hast promysed That the congregacion of the people maye come about the for theyr sakes therfore lyfte vp thyselfe agayne The Lorde is iudge ouer the people auenge me then O Lorde accordynge to my ryghteousnesse and innocency Oh let the wyckednesse of the vngodly come to an ende but mayntayne the iust thou ryghteous god that tryest the very hertes and the raynes My helpe commeth of God whych preserueth thē that are true of harte God is a rygteous iudge stronge and pacient and God is euer thretenynge Yf men wyll not turne he hath whet his swearde and hath bent his bowe and made it ready He hath prepared hym the weapens of death and ordeyned his arrowes to destroye Beholde he trauelleth with vnryghteousnes and hath conceaued sorow brought forth iniquitie He hath grauen and dygged vp a pyt but he shall fall hymselfe into the pyt that he hath made For his vnhappynes shall come vpon hys owne heade and his wyckednesse shall fall vpon hys owne pate As for me I wyll geue thankes vnto the lorde for his ryghteousnesse sake wyll prayse the name of the Lorde the moost hyest ¶ The antheme Lest any tyme he maye rauyshe my soule as a lyon whē there is none that wyll redeme it nor saue it ¶ The versycle From the gates of hell ¶ The Responce Lorde delyuer theyr soules Our father And leade vs. But delyuer vs. The fyrst lesson Iob. vij IS not the lyfe of man vpon earth a very batayl Are not hys dayes lyke the dayes of an hyred seruaunt My flesh is clothed wyth wormes fylthynesse and duste myskynne is wythred and crompled together my dayes passe ouer more spedely then a weuer can weue out his webbe and are gone or I am aware O remember that my lyfe is but a wynde that myne eye shal nomore se the pleasures therof yee and that none other mans eye shall se my ony more ¶ The Response My dayes haue bē more swyft thē a runner they are gone sodenly and haue sene no good thynge ¶ The versycle They are passed awaye as the shyppes that be good vnder sayle as the egle that hasteth to the praye ¶ The repeticion They are gone sodenly c. The seconde lesson Iob. xiiij MAnne that is borne of a woman hath but a shorte tyme to lyue and is ful of dyuers myseries He commeth vp and falleth awaye lyke a floure he flyeth as it were a shadowe and neuer continueth in one estate Thynkeste thou it nowe well done to open thyne eyes vpon such one and to brynge me before the iudgement who can make it clene that cometh of an vnclene thynge No body The dayes of mā are shorte the nombre of his monethes are knowē only vnto the Thou hast appoynted him his bondes he can not go beyond them ¶ The Responce Esay xl All flesshe is grasse and all the bewtye therof is as the floure of the felde whē the grasse is wythered the floure falleth awaye ¶ The versicle Euen so is the peple as grasse when the breath of the Lorde bloweth vpon them ¶ The repeticion When the grasse is wythered the floure