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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

shal be gylty The Lorde wyll delyuer the soules of his seruaūtes and all they that put theyr truste in hym shal not offende 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 Sa be it The C.xviii Psalme Retribue seruo tuo O Do well vnto thy seruaunte that I may lyue and kepe thy wordes Open thou myne eyes and so shall I spye out wonderous thynges in thy lawe I am a straunger vpon earth O hyde not thy cōmaundementes fro me My soule breaketh out for the very feruēt desyre that I haue alwaye vnto thy iudgementes Thou rebukest the proude cursed are they that departe from thy commaundementes O tourne fro me shame and rebuke for I kepe thy testimonies Prynces also sate and spake agaynst me but thy feruaunt was occupyed in thy statutes For in thy testimonies is my delyte and they are my councellers Glorye be to the father and to the sonne and to the holy goost As it was in the begynnyge and as it is nowe and euer shal be So be it The C.xvi. Psalme Laudate Dominum omnes O Prayse the Lorde all ye Gentyles laude hym all ye people For his mercyfull kyndnes is euermore and more towarde vs and the truth of the Lorde endureth for euer 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 ¶ Tast and se howe frendely the Lorde is blessed is the man that trusteth to hym for our fathers lorde hoped in the they trusteth in the and thou dydest delyuer thē they called vpon the and were holpen they put theyr trust in the and were not confounded ¶ The versycle ¶ O Lorde heare my prayer ¶ The answere ¶ And let my crye come vnto the. ¶ The prayer LOrde whyche by the annunciacion of thy aungell hast gyuen vs knowlege of the incarnacyon of thy sonne Iesus Chryste poure thy grace into our hertes that we trustyng in hym throughe hys passyon and death maye be brought to the glorye of the last resurrection By the same our Lorde Iesus Christ whiche lyueth reygneth one God wyth the father and the holy goost worlde without ende So be it ¶ A memory of the passion of Christ THe syxt houre spryngynge before the myddaye Iesus handes and fete to the crosse they nayled With the shamefullest deathe that they contryue maye They hōge hym betwene two theues that the bloude downe trayled And than for payne great thurst hym assayled His thurst for to quenche they profered hym gall Thys lambe so illuded bought our synnes all ¶ The versycle ¶ We worshyppe the Christ wyth prayse and benedyction ¶ The answere ¶ For thou redemest the worlde by thy holy passiō ¶ The prayer LOrde Iesu Christ the sonne of the lyuynge god which for our redempcion in the syxt houre dydest ascende the patyble of the crosse and shedest thy bloode thorow thy fyue woundes for the remyssion of our synnes we mekely beseche the that after our death through the meryte of that same passion we maye entre the gate of paradyse whych lyuest and reygnest God wyth God the father in the vnyte of the holy ghost worlde wythout ende So be it ¶ The glorious passion of our Lorde Iesu Christ delyuer vs from sorowfull heuynesse and brynge vs to the ioyes of paradyse So be it ¶ A memory of our lady O Blessed Mary and holy vyrgyn Which dydest conceyue of the holy goost The gouernoure of the tryple engyn The sonne of god of myghtes moost Remember vs of charite whych of God haste contemplacion To praye for vs to the deyte To tourne from vs hys indygnacion ¶ The versycle ¶ Holy mother of God make thy peticion ¶ The answere ¶ That we maye obtayne Christes promyssion ¶ The prayer TO our fragylyte mercyfull God graunte thy helpe that we whych of thy holy mother of God and virgyn Mary do make remēbraunce by the helpe of her intercession we may ryse frome oure iniquites thorow Christ oure Lorde So be it ¶ The glorious passion of the vyrgyns sonne Brynge vs to the blysse of the heauenly kyngdom 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 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 gracyous O mother of God incomperable To thy sonne praye for vs. That he after death be fauorable Glory be to the Lorde of myghtes moost That of a vyrgyn was bore Glory to the father and to the holy goost To them be prayse for euermore So be it ¶ The antheme ¶ The Lorde is c. The .lxvi. psalme Deus misere● GOd be mercyfull vnto vs blesse vs and shewe the lyght of hys countenaunce vppon vs and haue mercy vpon vs. That we maye knowe thy waye vpon the earthe thy sauynge helth amonge all Heathen Let the people prayse the O God yet let all people prayse the. O let the people reioyce be glad that thou iudgest the folke ryghteously and gouernest the nacions aboue the earth Let the people prayse the O Lorde let all people prayse the the earth hath brought forth her fruyte God euen our owne God gyue vs hys blessynge God blesse vs and let all the endes of the worlde feare hym 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 Cxviij psalme Adhesit pauimènto MY soule cleueth to the duste o quyckē thou me accordynge to thy worde I knowleged my wayes and thou heardest me O teache me then thy statutes Make me to vnderstande the waye of thy commaundementes and so shall I talke of thy wonderous workes My soule slōbreth for very werynesse O set me vp accordynge to thy worde Take fro me the waye of iniquite and graunt me mercy accordynge to thy lawe I haue chosen the waye of truth thy Iudgementes haue I not forgotten I stacke vnto thy testimonyes o Lorde confoūde me not I haue ronne the waye of thy commaundemētes when thou hast comforted my harte

geue ioye and gladnesse and my weykened bones shal be refreshed Turne thy face from my synnes and wype away all my wyckednesse A pure herte create in me Oh Lorde and an vpryght sprete make a newe within me Vast me not awaye from thy face and thy holye sprete take not from me Restore vnto me the gladnesse of thy saluacion strenthen me with a principall herte I wyll instruct the wycked that they maye knowe thy wayes the vngodly shal be conuerted vnto thē Delyuer me frō bloudes oh Lorde the god of my helth and my tonge shal exalte thy ryghteousnes Lorde open thou my lyppes and my mouthe shall shewe forth thy prayse For yf thou haddest desyred sacrifices I had surelye geuē it but thou delytest not in burnt sacrifices A sacrifice to God is a lowly sprete a cōtryte and an humble herte thou shalt not dispyse O God Deale gentelye of thy fauourable beneuolence wyth Syon that the walles of Ierusalem maye be buylt agayne Then shalte thou accepte the sacrifice of ryghteousnesse oblacion and burnt offrynges then shall they laye calues vpon thy aulter ¶ The antheme My brused bones Lorde shal be refreshed ¶ The antheme Heare Lorde The .lxiiii. Psalme Te decet hymnus THou O God art praysed in Sion and to the is the vowe perfourmed Thou hearest the prayer therfore commeth all fleshe vnto the. Our mysdedes preuayle agaynst vs Oh be thou mercyfull vnto our synnes Blessed is the man whom thou chosest and receauest vnto the that he maye dwell in thy courte he shal be satisfyed wyth the pleasures of thy house euen of thy holy temple Heare vs accordyng vnto thy wonderfull ryghteousnes of god our saluacion thou that art the hope of al the endes of the earth and of the brode see Which in his strength setteth fast the mountaynes and is gyrded about with power Whych stylleth the ragynge of the see the roarynge of hys wawes and the woodnes of the people They that dwell in the vttermoost parties are afrayed at thy tokens thou makeste bothe the mornynge and euenynge starres to prayse the. Thou vysitest the earth thou watterest it makest it very plenteous The ryuer of god is ful of waters thou preparest man his corne thys thou prouydest for the earthe Thou waterest hyr forowes thou breakest the hard clottes therof thou makest it softe wyth the droppes of rayne and blessest the increase of it Thou crowneste the yeare with thy good and thy fote steppes droppe fatnes The dwellynges of the wyldernes are so fat also that they droppe wyth all and the lytle hylles are pleasaunt on euery syde The feldes are ful of shepe the valyes stōde so thyck with corne that they laugh synge ¶ Antheme Heare my prayer o Lorde vnto the shall euerye creature come ¶ The antheme Hath receyued The .lxii. psalme Dens deus meus O God thou art my god early wyll I seke ye. My soule thyrsteth for the my flesh lōgeth after in a baren and drye lande where no water is Thus do I loke for the in thy sanctuary that I myght beholde thy power and glory For thy louynge kyndnesse is better thē lyfe my lyppes shall prayse the. As longe as I lyue wyl I magnify the and lyfte vp my handes in thy name My soule is satisfyed euen as it were wyth mary and fatnesse when my mouthe prayseth the wyth ioyfull syppes In my bed wyll I remēbre the and when I wake my talkynge shal be of the. For thou hast ben my helper and vnder the shadowe of thy wynges wyll I reioyce My soule hangeth vpon the thy ryght hande vpholdeth me They seke after my soule but in vayne for they shall go vnder the earth They shall fall into the swearde and be a porcion for foxes But the kynge shall reioyce in God all they that swere by hym shall be commended for the mouthe of lyers shal be stopped The .lxvi. Psalme Deus miseriatur nostri GOd be mercyfull vnto vs blesse vs shew the lyght of his countenaunce vpon vs. That we maye know thy waye vpō earth thy saluacion amonge al Heathen Let the people prayse the O God yet let all people prayse the. O let the people reioyse and be gladde that thou iudgest the folke ryghteously and gouerneste the nacions vpon earth Let the people prayse the O God let all people prayse the the earth hath geuen her frute God euen our owne God geue vs his blessynge God blesse vs and let all the endes of the worlde feare hym ¶ The antheme Lorde thy ryght hande hath defended me ¶ The antheme From the gates ¶ The songe of Ezechias Esay xxxviii Chap. Ego dixi in dimidio dierum I Thought I shulde haue gone to the gates of hel in my best age and haue wanted the resydue of my yeares I sayde within myselfe I shall neuer visyte God in thys lyfe I shal neuer se man amonge the dwel lynges of the Lorde Myne age is folden vp together and taken away from me lyke a shepeherdes cotage my lyfe is hewen of lyke as a weuer cuttes of his webbe Whyle I was yet takynge my reste he hewed me of and made an ende of me in one waye I thought I wolde haue lyued vnto the morowe but he brused my bones lyke a lyon and made on ende of me in one daye When chattred I lyke a swallow and lyke a crane and mourned as a doue I lyft vp myne eyes into the heyght O lord sayd I vyolēce is done vnto me be thou suerty for me What shall I speake or saye that he may do this that I maye lyue out all my yeares yee in the bytternesse of my lyfe Verely Lorde men must lyue in bytternesse and all my lyfe must I passe ouer therin for thou raysest me vp and wakest me but I wysbe well contēt with this bytternesse Neuerthelesse my conuersacion hath so pleased the that thou woldest not make an ende of my lyfe so that thou hast cast my synnes behynde thy backe For hell prayseth not the deathe dothe not magnifye the. They that go downe into the graue prayse not thy truth but the lyuynge yee the lyuynge acknowlege the lyke as I do thys daye the father telleth hys chyldren of thy faythfulnesse Delyuer vs O Lorde we wyl synge prayses in thy house all the dayes of our lyfe ¶ The antheme Frō the gates of hell Lorde delyuer theyr soules ¶ The antheme Let euery sprete The Cxlviiij Laudate dominum decelis PRayse ye the Lorde of heauens prayse ye hym in the hyghe place Prayse ye hym all his angels all his powers prayse ye hym Prayse ye him sonne and mone all starres and lyghe prayse ye hym The hyghest of heauens prayse ye hym the waters that are aboue the heauens let them prayse the Lordes name For by his wordes al thynges were made by his commaundement all thynges were created He hath stablyshed them euerlastyngly and into the worlde of worldes-he hath set a lawe that shal not