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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

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

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