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heart_n	abide_v	lord_n	zion_n	91	3	9.3085	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A05808	The manuall of prayers, or the prymer in Englyshe set out at lengthe, whose contentes the reader by the prologe next after the kalendar, shal sone perceaue and there in shal se brefly the order of the whole boke. Set forth by Ihon late bysshope of Rochester at the co[m]aundement the ryght honorable Lorde Thomas Cro[m]wel, Lorde Priuie seale Uicegerent to the Kynges hyghnes.; Book of hours (Salisbury). English	Church of England.; Hilsey, John, d. 1539. aut	1539 (1539)	STC 16010; ESTC S105269	116,690	240

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

approche vnto hym Thou art my refuge from tribulation that hath enclosed me my ioye delyuer me from them that compasse me I shall geue the vnderstandynge shall enstruct the in the waye that thou shalte go I shall fasten myne eyes vpon the. Be ye not made as the horse and the mule in whō is none vnderstandynge Bynde the mouthes of them in snafles and brydles that wyll not drawe vnto the. Many are the plages of a synner but hym that trusteth in the Lorde he shall cōpasse with mercy Be glad in the Lorde and reioyce ye ryghteous and reioyce all that be vpryght in herte Glory be to the father and to the sonne and to c. As it was in the begynnynge and as it is c. The .xxxvii. Psalme Domine ne in furore LOrde reproue me not in thy fury neyther in thyne angre correcte thou me For thyne arowes are fastened in me vpon me hast thou enforced thy handes Ther is no helth ī my flesh inregard of thy wrath is there no rest in my bones because of my sinnes For myne iniquites are ouer passed myne heade and are layde vpon me as a heuy burden My woundes are puryfyed and festered by reason of my folyshnesse I am made wretched and croked vnto the ende all daye dyd I go sorowfully For my loynes are full of illusions and there is no helth in my fleshe I am sore afflycted and brought lowe I dyd rore out for the sorow of myne harte Lorde before the is all my desyre and my mournynge is not hydden from the Myne herte is troubled my strength hath left me and the syght of myne eyes and the very same is not with me My frendes and my neyghbours drewe together and stode agaynst me And they that were nexte me stode farre of and they that layde wayte for my lyfe set vpon me And they that sought for me spake euel vnto me vanityes and disceytes they ymagened all daye But I as one beynge deafe dyd not heare and as one that were dombe not openynge my mouth And I was made as a man not hearynge and hauynge countercheckes in his mouth For in the lorde haue I trusted thou wylt heare me my Lorde God For I haue sayde lest any tyme myne ennemyes tryumphe vpō me and whylest my feete slyde they spake great thynges agaynst me For I am prepared vnto the whyppes and my doloure is alwayes in my syght For I confesse my vngodlynesse and shall take thought for my synne But myne ennemyes lyue and are made stronge ouer me and they are multiplyed which hated me vniustly They that requyte euell for good detracted me because I followed goodnesse Forsake me not O Lorde my God neyther departe thou from me Intend toward my help o Lorde god of my helth Glory be to the father and to the sonne and to c. As it was in the begynnynge c. The .ii. Psalme Miserere mei Deus HAue mercy vpon me Oh God accordynge to thy great mercy And accordynge to the multitude of thy compassions wype awaye myne iniquitye Washe me more from myne iniquitye and clense me from my synne For I knowlege myne iniquitye and my synne is euer before myne eyes Agaynst the only haue I synned and haue done euell in thy syght that thou mayest be iustifyed in thy wordes and vanquyshe whē thou art iudged To I was begotten in wyckednesse and my mother conceyued me in synne To thou haste loued trouthe the vnknowen and secrete thynges of thy wysedome hast thou vttered vnto me Sprynkle me Lorde wyth ysope and so shall I be clene thou shalt washe me and then shall I be whyter then snowe Vnto my hearyng shalt thou geue ioye gladnes and my weykened bones shall be refreshed Turne thy face from my synnes and wype away all my wyckednesse A pure harte create in me oh Lorde and an vpryght sprete make a newe within me Vaste me not awaye from thy face and thy holye sprete take not from me Restore vnto me the gladnes of thy saluacion and strengthen me with a principall harte I wyll instructe the wycked that they may know thy wayes and the vngodly shall be conuerted vnto the. Delyuer me frome bloudes Oh Lorde the God of my helth and my tonge shall exalte thy ryghteousnesse Lorde open thou my lyppes and my mouthe shall shewe forth thy prayse For yf thou haddest desyred sacryfyces I had surely geuen it but thou delyteste not in burnte sacryfyces A sacryfyce to God is a lowly spyryte a contryte and an humble harte thou shalte not dyspyse O god Deale gently of thy fauourable benyuolence with Syon that the walles of Ierusalem maye be buylte agayne Then shalt thou accept the sacrifice of righteousnes oblacion and burte offrynges then shall they laye calues vpon thy aulter 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 C.i. Psalme Domine exaudi orationem meam LOrde heare my prayer let my clamour come vnto the. Turne not thy sace from me whē so euer I am troubled and bowe thyne eare vnto me In what so euer daye that I call on the heare me quyckely For my dayes haue vanysshed as smoke and my bones waxed drye as a fyre bronde I am stryken and my harte wythered lyke haye because I forgate to eate my bread With the noyse of my mournynge my bone hath cloued to the fleshe I am made lyke vnto a Pellycane of wyldernesse and am made lyke a nyght rauē in a house I haue waked am made lyke a sparow solitary in the roufe of an house Al daye dyd myne enemyes rayle vpon me they that praysed me conspyred agaynst me For I dyd eate ashes as breade and myngled my drynke with wepynge In regarde of thy wrathe and indygnacion for thou takynge me vp dyddeste cast me agaynste the grounde My dayes haue faded as a shadowe and I haue wythered lyke haye Thou Lorde abydeste for euer and thy memoryal is from one generacion to another Thou Lorde arysynge shalt haue mercy on Sion for it is tyme to haue mercye on it for the tyme commeth For the stones therof haue pleased thy seruauntes and they shall haue ruth on the grounde therof And the people shall feare thy name O Lord and all the kynges of the earth thy glory For the Lorde hathe buylded Syon and shal be sene in hys glory He hath regarded the speche of the humble hath not dyspysed theyr prayer Let these be wrytten in another generacion and the people that shall be created shall prayse the Lorde For he hathe loked downe frome his hyghe holye place the Lorde hath loked downe from heauē vnto the earth For to heare the waylynge of them that be fettered for to louse the sonnes of thē that were slayne That they shuld in Sion declare the name of the Lorde and his prayse in Ierusalem In assemblynge of people together