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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

for his mercy endureth for euer But as for Pharao and his he ouerthrew thē in the reed see for his mercy endureth for euer Which led his people thorow the wyldernesse for his mercy endureth for euer Which smote great kynges for his mercye endureth for euer ●ee and slew myghty kynges for his mercy endureth for euer Sion kynge of the Amorites for his mercy endureth for euer And Og the kynge of Basan for his mercy endureth for euer And gaue awaye theyr lande for an heritage for his mercy endureth for euer Euen for an heritage vnto Israell his seruaunt for his mercy endureth for euer Which remembred vs when we were in trouble for hys mercy endureth for euer And hath redemed vs from our enemyes for hys mercy endureth for euer Which geueth foode vnto all fleshe for his mercy endureth for euer O geue ye thankes vnto the God of heauen for hys mercy endureth for euer O thanke the Lorde of all Lordes for his mercye endureth for euer Glory be to the father and to c. As it was in the begynnynge c. ¶ The antheme O Howe muche ought we to geue thankes to God which hath not spared his owne sonne but gaue hym for vs all and he borne of an immaculate virgyn was made man redemed vs frō our vayne conuersaciō whych we receaued by the tradiciō of theyr fathers not with corruptyble syluer and golde but wyth the precyous bloude of Christ as of a lambe vndefyled and wythout spot to hym therfore be continuall prayse whose mercy endureth for euer ¶ Matthew .i. Chapter THe Angell of the lorde appeared vnto Ioseph in a dreame sayenge Ioseph the sonne of Dauid feare not to take vnto the Marye thy wyfe for that which is conceaued in hyr is of the holy goost she shall brynge forth a sonne and thou shalte call hys name Iesus for he shall saue hys people from theyr synnes ¶ Thankes be to God ¶ The hymne LEt vs prayse the Lorde omnipotent Which on hys people is so tender Magnifye hym wyth harte diligent For due thankes we can not render From the heauens he descended In the wombe of a virgyne pure He shed his bloude our fautes to amende And of our sycke soules dyd the cure No thy chylde o mother make thy peticion Our infirmite hauynge in remembraunce That he by grace maye amende our condicion And thou by prayer to make intretaunce Now Christ which hast payde the pryce Of our synne and preuaricacion Se vs not dampned in ony wyse Whych thou hast bought by thy passion O vyrgyne Mary moost gracyous O mother of Christ incomperable To thy swete sonne praye for vs That he in deathes houre be fauorable Glory be to the sonne of myghtes moost That of a vyrgyn chast was bore Glory to the father and to the holy goost To them be praysynge for euermore So be it ¶ The versycle ¶ Grace in thy vysage encreaseth euermore ¶ The answere ¶ Thou hast ben blessed of God therfore ¶ The antheme ¶ O Lorde moost c. ¶ The songe of the blessed Mary Magnificat anima MY soule magnifyeth the Lorde And my sprete hath reioyced in God my sauioure For he hath loked on the lowe degre of his hande mayden beholde now from hens forth shall all generacions call me blessed For he that is myghtye hath done to me greate thynges and blessed is hys name And his mercy is alwayes on thē that feare hym through out all generacions He hath shewed strength wyth his arme he hathe scatered them that are proude in the ymaginaciō of theyr hartes He that put downe the myghty from theyr seates and hath exalted them of lowe degre He hath fylled the hongry wyth good thynges hath sent awaye the rych empty He hath remembred mercy and hath holpē his seruaunt Israell Euen as he promysed to our fathers Abraham to his sede for euer 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 antheme O Lorde moost mercyfull God whyche of thy mere mercy hast chosen the blessed vyrgyne Mary to by the mother of thy sonne Iesus Christe whom thou so enkyndlest wyth thy loue replenyshedest hyr wyth grace that not onlye hyr mouth but also hyr soule dyd magnifye the o lorde set forth thy prayses Graunt vs Lorde to haue a feruent loue towardes the that fayned deuocion set asyde we maye also wyth our soules magnifye the and geue continuall thankes for the redempcion that we haue by Iesus Christ ¶ The versycle ¶ Lorde God heare my prayer ¶ The answere ¶ And let my crye come to the. ¶ The prayer O Lorde whych by the annunciation of thy angell hast gyuen vs knowlege of the incarnacion of thy sonne Christ poure thy grace in to oure hertes that we trustynge in him through his passion and death maye be broughte to the glorye of the last resurrection By the same our lorde Iesus Christ whiche lyueth and reygneth one God with the father and the holy gooste worlde wythout ende 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 holy loue ¶ The versycle ¶ Sende forth thy spirite and they shal be made newe ¶ The answere ¶ For so renuest thou the soule of man ¶ The prayer O God which hast instructed the hertes of the faythfull by the inspiracion of the holy goost graunt that we in the same spirite maye fauoure the truth and euermore reioyce in his holy consolacion By Christ our Lorde So be it ¶ A memory of the moost holy Trinite ¶ The antheme ¶ Delyuer vs saue vs iustifye vs O blessed Trinite ¶ The versycle ¶ Blesse we the father and the sonne wyth the holy goost ¶ The answere ¶ Prayse we hym and exalte we hym euermore ¶ The prayer ALmyghty and euerlastynge God whyche hast graūted to vs thy seruaūtes through confession of true fayth for to acknowlege the glory of the eternal 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 al aduersitie whiche lyuest and reygnest one God worlde wythout ende So be it ¶ A memory of our Lady ¶ The antheme ¶ O glorious mother of god o perpetual vyrgyn Mary whych dydest beare the lorde of al lordes alone of all other dydest gyue sucke vnto the kyng of angels we beseche the of thy pytie to haue vs in remembraunce and to make intercession for vs vnto Christe that we beynge supported by his helpe maye come vnto the kyngdome of heauen ¶ 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

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

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