To the boke.
1 ¶ Go lytle boke, get the acquaintance
2 Amonge the lovers of Gods worde
3 Geve them occasyon the same to avaunce
4 And to make theyr songes of the Lorde
5 That they may thrust under the borde
6 All other balettes of fylthynes
7 And that we all with one accorde
8 May geve ensample of godlynes
9 ¶ Go lytle boke amonge mens chyldren
10 And get the to theyr companye
11 Teach them to synge the co[m]maundementes ten
12 And other balettes of Gods glorye
13 Be not ashamed I warande the
14 Though thou be rude in songe and ryme
15 Thou shalt to youth some occasion be
16 In godly sportes to passe theyr tyme.
Myles Coverdale Unto the Christen reader
It greveth me (most deare Reader) wha[n] I consydre the unthankfulnesse of men, not- withstondynge the great abundaunt mer- cy and kyndnesse of almighty God, whiche so plenteously is heaped upon us on every syde. For though Christe oure Savioure goeth now Aboute from place to place, as dilige[n]tly as ever he dyd, teachynge in every countre, and prea- chynge ✠ the Gospell of the kyngdome, healyng Math.4.c. al maner of sicknesses and diseases both of body and concience amonge the people: yet is the un Mar.1.c. thankfulnesse of the worlde so great, that where ten are clensed, and have remission of theyr syn- nes, there is scarse one that co[m]meth agayne un- to Christ, & sayeth: Lorde gramercy, As the poore Luc17.b. Samaritane dyd in the gospel of Luke. ✠ which whan he sawe that he was clensed, turned back agayne, and with a loude voyce praysed God, & fell downe upon his face at Christes fete, & gave hym thankes. ¶ And by this we maye perceaue what causeth us to be so unthankfull as we are: namely, be- cause we do not call to mynde, nether consydre that we are clensed (as this ma[n] dyd). For yf we wold open oure eyes, and remembre well what kynd- nesse it is that the father of mercy hathe shewed us in Christe, and what great benefites he hath done and daylye doth for us in hym and for his sake ✠2r sake, we wolde not onely fall downe upon oure faces & geve hym thankes, but with loude voy- ces wolde we prayse, and in the myddes of the congregacyon wolde we extolle his name, as David & Asaph do almost in every Psalme, for doutles who so beleveth that God loveth him and feleth by his fayth that he hath forgeve[n] him all his synnes, and careth for hym, and delyve- reth him fro[m] evell, who so ever he be (I saye) that feleth this in his hert, shalbe compelled by the spirite of God to breake out into prayse and thankesgivynge therfore: yee he shall not be co[n]- tent, nor fully satisfied in his mynde, tyll other men knowe also what God hath done for hym, but shall crye and call upon them, as David doth, sayenge: ✠ O prayse the Lorde with me, Psal.33.a & let us magnyfie his name together. I sought the Lorde, and he herde me, yee he delyvered me out of all my feare. And in the same Psalme: O taist and se how frendly the Lorde is: blessed is the man the trusteth in hym. And in another place: ✠ O come hither and harken (all the that Psal.65.b. feare God) I wyll tell you what he hath done for my soule. &c
¶ O that men wolde prayse the goodnesse of the Lorde, and the wonders that he doth for the chyl- dren of men. O that we wolde remembre what great thinges the father of mercy hath done, doth dayly, and is ever ready to do for oure soules. O that me[n]s ✠ lippes were so opened, that theyr Psal.50.b mouthes myght shewe the prayse of God. Yee ✠ 11. wolde ✠2v wolde God that oure mynstrels had none other thynge to playe upo[n], nether oure carters & plow men other thynge to whistle upon, save Psal- mes, hymnes, and soch godly songes as David is occupied with all. And yf women syttynge at theyr rockes, or spynnynge at the wheles, had none other songes to passe theye tyme withall, Exo.15.1.Reg.2.aJu.5.aLuc.1d tha[n] soch as ✠ Moses sister, Elchanas wife, Deb bora, and Mary the mother of Christ have long before the[m], they shulde be better ocupied, then with hey nony nony, hey troly loly, &c soch lyke fantasies.
¶ Of yonge men also that have the gyfte of syn gynge, toke theyr plearure in soch wholsome ba lettes, as ✠ the thre chyldren synge in the fyre,⁊ as ✠ Jesus the sonne of Syzac doth in his last Dan.3Eccle.,51.a. chapter, it were a token, both that they felt some sparke of Gods love in theyr hertes, and that they also had some love unto hym, for truly as we love, so commeth oure myrth and joye. Wha[n] oure hertes are tangled with the vaine lustes of this corrupte worlde, than, yf we be mery and are de- sposed to gladnesse, our myrth is nothynge but wantonesse and inordinate pastyme, And when we are sad, oure hevynes is ether dedperacyon, or els some carefulnes of this vayne worlde
Contrary wyfe, yf ouree myndes be fyxed up- on God, and we subdued to the holy desyres of his sprete, the[n], lyke as oure hertes are occupied in the meditacyon of his goodnes & love whiche he ✠3r he beareth towarde us, even so are our tonges exercysed in the prayse of his holy name: So that when we are mery, oure pastyme and pleasure, oure joye, myrth and gladnesse is all of hym. And as for oure hevines, whe[n] we are sad (as every Eccle.3.a. thyng must have a tyme) it is eyther pacie[n]ce in trouble, repentau[n]ce for offences done in tyme past, compassyon upon other men, or els mournynge for oure owne infirmities, because oure body of synne provoketh us so oft to do the wyll of the fleshe. And thus God causeth both the myrth and sorowe of them that love hym, to worke for theyr profite, ✠ as all other thynges turne to Ro.8.d theyr best.
¶ Seynge then that (✠ as the prophete David Psal.148.a. sayeth) it is so good and pleasaunt a thynge to prayse the Lorde, & so expedie[n]t for us to be thankfull, therefore to geve oure youth of Englonde some occasion to chaunge theyr foule and corrupte balettes into swete songes and spirituall hymnes of Gods honoure, and for theyr owne consolacion in hym, I have here (good reader) set out certayne co[m]fortable songes grounded on Gods worde, and taken some out of the holy scripture specyally out of the Psalmes of David, at who[m] wolde God that oure Musicians wolde lerne to make theyr songes: & that they which are disposed to be mery, wolde in theyr myrth folowe the cou[n]cell Coll.3. of Saynt Paule and Saynt James, and not Jac.5. to passe theyr tyme in naughty songes of fleshly love and wa[n]tonesse, but with syngynge of Psal- mes ✠3v mes and soch songes as edifye, & corruppe not mens conversacyon.
¶ As for the come[n] sorte of balettes which now are used in the world, I reporte me to every good mans co[n]scie[n]ce what wycked frutes they brynge. Corruppe they not the maners of yonge perso- nes? Do they not tangle them in the snares of unclennesse? Yes truly, and blynde so the eyes of theyr understondynge, that they can nether thynke wel in theyr hertes, nor outwardly entre into the waye of godly and vertuous lyvynge. I nede not rehearce what evell ensamples of ydelnesse, corrupte talkyng (and all soch vyces as folowe the same) are geven to yonge people thorow soch unchristen songes. Alas the worlde is all to full of vicious and evell lyvers alredy. It is no nede to cast oyle in the fyre. ✠ Oure owne Gen.6. nature provoketh us to vyces (God knoweth) all to sore. No man nedeth entysynge therto.
¶ Seying then that we are ✠ commaunded, not 1.Jo.2. to love this worlde nether the lustes therof: seyng (I saye) that all the pleasures and joyes that ye Psal.61.b. worlde can imagyn, ✠ are but vanite, & vanyshe awaye as doth the smoke: what cause have we then to rejoyse so moch therin? Why do we not rather take these worldly lustes for oure very enemyes, that stoppe the waye betwixte us & that everlasting joye which is prepared for us in heaven? why do we not rather seke the thynges that are above, where Christe is at the rygth hande of God ✠ as saint Paule sayeth? Col.3. Wher- ✠4r
¶ Wherefore ✠ Let not the wyseman rejoyse in his wysedome, nor the stronge ma[n] in his stre[n]gth Jer.9. nether the ryche man in his ryches (yee I dare be bolde to warne them that wyll be counceled) let not the courtyer rejoyse in his balettes, let not youth take theyr lust and pastyme in wantones & ignoraunce of God, or in myspendynge the fru- tes of theyr fathers laboure: but let us altoge ther (from the most unto the least) be glad, rejoyce and be mery even from our herte rotes, that we have gotten the knowledge of the Lorde among us, the were are sure of his love and favoure, & ✠ that our names are written in heaven. Luc. 10.
¶ The chyldre[n] of Israel in the olde tyme that wha[n] Exo.15. God had delyvered them from theyr enemyes, gave thankes unto hym, and made theyr songe of hym, as thou seist by Moses, Barac, David, Judi.5. and other mo. Why shulde not we then make ou- 2.Reg.22.a. re songes and myrth of God aswell as theyrs? Hath he not done as moche for us as for them? Hath he not delyvered us fro[m] as great troubles as them? Yes doutlesse. Why shulde he not then be oure pastyme as well as theyrs?
¶ As for soche Psalmes as the scrippture descry- beth, (besyde the great co[n]solacyon that they brynge into the herte of the spiritual synger) they do not only cause hym to spende his tyme well be exer- cysynge hym selfe in the swete worde of God. but thorow soch ensamples they provoke other men also unto the prayse of God and the vertuous lyvynge. And this is the very ryght use wherefore Psal- ✠4v
Psalmes shulde be songe: namely, to comforte a mans herte in God, to make hym thankfull (& to exercyse hym in his worde, to corage hym in the waye of godlynesse, a[n]d to provoke other me[n] unto the same. By this thou mayest perceave, what spirituall edifienge co[m]meth of godly Psal mes and songes of Gods worde: and inco[n]- venience foloweth the corrupte ballettes of this vayne worlde.
¶ Now (beloved Reader) thou seist the occasy- on of this my small laboure. Where if thou perceavest, that the very word of God is that ma- ster thereof, I praye the accepte it, use it, and pro- voke youth unto the same. And if thou felest in thi- cy hert, that all the lordes dealynge is very mer- ry & kyndnes, cease not then to be thankfull unto hym therefore: but in the myrth be always syn- gyng of him, that his blessed name may be pray- sed now and ever. Amen.
¶ To the holy Goost.
¶ O holy spirite our co[m]fortoure /
For grace & help
lorde now we call /
Teach us to know Christ
our savyoure /
And his fathers mercy over all
From his swete worde let us not fall.
But lyft A.i. A1v
up our hertes alway to the /
That we may re
ceave it thankfully
¶ Now seynge we are come together
To heare the wordes of verite
In understandynge be thou guyder
That we may folowe the voyce of the
From straunge lernynge lorde kepe us fre
That we thorowe them be not begyled
Kepe our understandynge undefyled
¶ We praye the also blessed lorde
Enflame our hertes so with thy grace
That in our lyves we folowe thy worde
And one forgeve anothers trespace
To amende our lyves lorde geve us space
With thy godly frutes endewe us all
That from thy worde we never fall
¶ Let us not have thy worde onely
In our mouthe and in our talkynge
But both in dede and verite
Let us shewe it in our lyvynge
Make us frutefull in every thynge
And in good workes so to encreace
That whyle we lyve we may the please.
¶ O lorde lende us thy strength and power
To mortifie all carnall luste
In all our trouble sende us succour
That we faynt not in the to truste
And make us stronge to suffre with Christe
Beynge pacient in adversite
And in all thynges thankfull to the.
Another of the same.
Come holy spirite moste blessed lorde /
oure hartes nowe with thy grace /
And make A.ii. A2v
our myndes of one accorde /
Kyndle them with
love in every place /
O Lorde thou forgevest
our trespace /
And callest the folke of everye
To the ryght fayth and truste of thy A3rFo.iii.
That they may gyve thankes & synge to
Alleluya / Alleluya.
O holy lyght moste principall
The worde of lyfe shewe unto us
And cause us to know God over all
For our owne father moste gracious
Lorde kepe us from lernyng venyinous
That we folowe no masters but Christe
He is the verite, his worde sayth thus
Cause us to let in hym our truste
Alleluya / Alleluya.
O holy fyre and conforth moste swete
Fyll our hertes with fayth and boldnesse
To abyde by the in colde and hete
Content to suffre for ryghtuousnesse
O lorde geve strengthe to our weaknesseA.iii. A3v
And sende us helpe every houre
That we may overcome all wyckednesse
And brynge this olde Adam under thy power
Alleluya / alleluya.
Another of the same.
Thou holy spirite we pray to the /
our fayth and increace it alway /
hertes in adversite /
With trewe beleve bothe A4rFo.iiii
nyght and daye.
¶ Thou worthy lyght that art so cleare
Teache us Christe Jesu to knowe alone
That we have never cause to feare
In hym to have redempcyon.
¶ Thou swete love graunt us altogether
To be unfayned in charite
That we may all love one another
And of one mynde alwaye to be.
¶ Be thou our confortoure in all nede
Make us to feare nether death nor shame
But in the treuth to be stablyshed
That Sathan put us not to blame.
Unto the Trenite.
God the father dwel us by /
And let us never A4v
do amysse /
geve us grace with wyll to dye /
make us redy to thy blysse /
from the devels
myght & power /
kepe us in fayth every houre /
and ever let us buylde on the /
with hole herte B1rFo.v.
trustynge stedfastly /
our fleshe is weake /
devell is stronge /
he wolde overthrowe us e-
ver amonge /
without the can we never spede
nowe helpe us therefore in our nede /
Amen let it be so /
the[n] shall we synge Alleluya.
¶ Jesu Christ now dwell us by /
And let us never do amysse. &c.
¶ Holy Goost now dwell us by /
And let us never do amysse. &c.
The ten commaundementes of God.
These are the holy commaundementes ten /
which God our lorde gave so strately /
by mo- B2rFo.vi.
ses his servaunte unto all men /
upon the hygh
hyll of Sinai.
✱¶ Thou shalt have none other God but me
Set thou thy trust in me aloneExo.20.a.
Love and dred me unfaynedly
With harte and mynde at all season.
¶✱ Thou shalt not take my name in vayne
But call onit in all thy nedeDeut.5.b.
From others and lyes thou shalt refrayne
That my name be not dishonoured
¶ The Saboth day halowe thou to me
As I rested fro my wakyngeHeb,4.b
So cease thou from all vanite
That I maye worke in the all thynge.
✱¶ Honoure thy father and mother alsoEphe.6.a.
With men that are in auctorite
‡ Obeye them all where ever thou goRoma.13.a.
So shall thy lyfe be longe truely.
✱¶ Thou shalt not kyll nor hate any manMath.5.c.
Nor yet beare malyce in thy mynde
‡ Do thy enemyes the best thou canRoma.12.c.
And to all men Se thou be kynde.
¶ Thy wedlocke shalt thou kepe truly
And helpe other men to do the same
✱ That whordome and dishonestieHebre.13.a.
Maye be distroyed and put to blame
¶ Thou shalt not steale thy neghbours good
Nor get it with FalSe marchaundyse
✱ But worke with thyne hande to get thy foodEphe.4.c.
And to Sustayne the poore helplesse.
¶ Agaynst no man heare false witnesse
And speake no evell to hurte his name.
✱ But yf he fall thorowe his weaknesseGal.6.a.
Do thou thy best to cover his shame.
¶ Thou shalt not thy neghbours houSe desyre
His wyfe, seruaunt, nor mayde also
But shalt be glad his good to forbeareMath.7.a.
As thou thy selfe woldest be done to.
Another of the same.
Man ✱ wylt thou lyve ryght vertuously /
with god reygne eternally /
then must thou
kepe these co[m]maundementes ten
that god co[m]m-
maunded to all men.
✱¶ I am thy god and lorde aloneExo.20,a.B.iii. B3v
Without me shalt thou other have none
Thy harte shall trust on me alwaye
Love and feare me both nyght and daye
¶ Thou shalt honoure my name with spede
And call on it in all thy nede
✠ Thou shalt halowe the Saboth dayeHeb.4b.
That I maye worke in the alwaye
✱¶ Honoure thy father and mother alsoMath,15.a.
Obey thou them where ever thou go
‡ No mans persone desyre to kyllMath.5.c.
✱ And thy wedlocke shalt thou fulfyll
‡ From thy neghboure steale thou nothynge
✱ nor false witnesse agaynst hym bryngeEphe.4.c.
Thy neghbours houSe thou shalt not desyre
His wyfe and good shalt thou forbeareExo.20.b.
We beleve all upon one God /
maker of he- B4rFo.viii.
ven and erth he is truly /
oure father deare he
hath hym made /
ye we all his chyldren myght be
he provydeth for us dayly /
body and soule de-
fe[n]deth he stro[n]gly /
al mysfortune shal fro[m] us fle
no harme shall happen to any of us /
for us both day & nyght /
he is oure keper most
al thyng[es] sto[n]de i[n] his power & myght
¶ We beleve all on Christe Jesu
His owne sonne and oure lorde most deareJohn[n].14.a.
✱ Which in godhead, power and vertue
Is alway lyke to his father
‡ Of the glorious virgyn MaryLuc.2.a.
Was he borne a man undoutedly
✱ Thorowe the holy goostes workyng freMath.1.c. C1rFo.ix.
‡ For us deed and buried truelyMar.15.d.e.
He rose vp the thyrde daye alone
‡ To heaven ascended he myghtely✱ Mar.16.a.
✱ And shall come to judge us echone.
¶ We beleve all on the holy goost‡ Luc..d.
Lyke the father and sonne in Trenite
In all oure trouble oure conforte most✱ Math.25.c.
And in all oure adversite
‡ One holy church beleve we all✱ 1. Jo5.a.
Which is fylled with sayntes great and small
And for synne can it never fall‡ Eph.4.a.
✱ Of synnes there is clene remission
‡ Oure flesh shall aryse without doutynge✱ Joh.20.c.
There is prepared for us everychone
✱ A lyfe that is everlastynge‡ 1. Cor15.e.
Another of the same.
In God I trust, for so I must,
he hath made
heaven and earth also,
my father is he, his C.i. C1v
chylde am I /
my conforte he is /
I have no
In all my nede he maketh me spede /
power is with me alwaye /
to helpe me every
There is no evell can have his wyll a- C2rFo.x.
gaynst my health nor yet my wealth /
muste come to my furtheraunce.
He is my
ye ruleth all thynge /
ye devell can make
¶ So do I trust on Jesu ChristMath.1.c.
His sonne ✱ conceaued of the holy goost
‡ Borne of Marye a virgin freLu.2.a
For all my synnes to paye the cost
✱ For deed was he and buried truelyMar.15.d.a
The gates of hell hath he broken
And heaven hath he made open
✱ He rose truely, the thyrde daye fre1, Cor.15.a.
‡ He went up ryght, to the father of myght
✱ And shall apeare at domes dayeMar.16.c.
‡ For judge shall he, all the worlde truely
And dryve myne enemyes all awaye.‡ Act.1.b.
¶ I also truste, on the holy goost
✱ Lyke the father and sonne in Trenite1.Joh5.a.
My conforth best in all evell rest
In all my nede my chefest remedie
A church holy, I beleve truely
Which is but one generall
For synne can it never fall
A company of sayntes they be
Of synfulnesse ✱ true forgyvenesseJoh.20.c,
Is from amonge them never
✱ Oure fleshe verely shall ryle in glory1.Cor,15.e.
So shall we lyve with God for ever.
Of the Pater noster. C3rFo.xi.
O father ours celestiall,
we praye to the,
wylt have us on the to call,
in spirite and verite
Thy godly name be sanctified in great ho-
amonge us all /
and halowed /
also eve-C.iii. C3v
The kyngdome of thy grace drawe
nye that thou mayst dwell alwaye in us /
thy holy spirite continually /
that we remayne
not vicious /
but as thou hast geve[n] us thy sprete
so let us ever do good thorowe it.
¶ We praye the also blessed Lorde
✱ Let thy wyll be doneAct.21.b.
Amongst us here with one accorde
As in heaven all seasonMath.6.b
And let us never oure wyll fulfyll
But thyne alwayLuc.11.a.
For ours is wycked and geven to evell
Truely both nyght and dayeGene.6.a.
‡ And geve us ever oure dayly bred
Both for oure body and soule alsoMath.6.b.
And let us with thy worde be fed
That we be never kepte therfroLuc11.a.
Lorde sende us true sheperdes therfore
To fede us thy shepe evermore
✱¶ Forgeve oure dettes and synfulnesse
Lorde we the prayeMath.6.b
Where we have greved the more or lesse
Ether by nyght or daye
For we forgeve them that greve us
Or do us evellMath.18.c.
Trustynge that thou wylt be gracyous
✱ Thy promyse to fulfyllMath.6.b.
In no tentacyon Lorde us brynge
Nor suffre us for to fall from the
But be oure helpe in every thynge C4v
And kepe us from all joperdy
Both of our body and soule also
And delyver us where ever we go.Luc.11.a.
Another of the same.
O oure father celestiall /
now are we come to
praye to the /
we are thy chyldren therfore we
hear us father mercyfully.
Now blessed D1rFo.xiii.
be thy godly name /
& ever amonge us sa[n]ctified
there is none other but this same /
mankynde must be saved.
✱¶ Thy kyngdome come / reigne thou in us
For to expell all synne awayeMathe6.b.
Let not Sathan dwell in thy house
To put the forth by nyght nor day
Fulfylled be thy godly wyll
✱ Amonge us all for it is ryghtLuc.11.a.
As they in heven do it fulfyll
So let us do both daye and nyghtAct.21.
✱¶ Oure dayly bred geve us this dayeLuc.11.a.
And let us never perysh for nede
✱ The litle byrdes thou fedest alwayeMath.6.c.
Thyne owne chyldren than must thou fede
Oure dettes are great forgeve us LordeMath.18.c
As we oure detters all forgeve
And let us alwaye be restored
To thy mercy that we may lyve.
Tentacyon is sore in use
And strongly now are we proved
Good Lorde thou mayst us not refuse
We praye the with us to abyde
Nat that alone, but helpe us out
From parels all and joperdy
Let no evell sprete put us in doute
Of thy favoure and great mercy.
Be glad now all ye Christen men.
Be glad now all ye christen men /
and let us re
The kyndnesse can not be D2rFo.xiiii.
written with penne /
that we have receaved of
gods mercy, whole love to warde us hath ne
ver ende /
he hath done for us as a frende /
let us thanke hym hartely.
¶ I was a prysoner of the devell
With death was I also utterly lostRo.5.bD.ii. D2v
My synnes drov me dayly to hell
✱ Therin was I borne this may I bost
I was also in them over ryfePsal.50.a.
✱ There was no vertue in my lyfe
To take my pleasure I spared no cost.Psal.13.a.
¶ Unto my workes I trusted to soreRoma.3.b.
✱ But they coulde not helpe nor yet fre wyll
My herte was not the better therforeRo.3.c.
✱ For I was alwaye geven to evellGene.6.a.
My conscience drove me to despayre
It was so vexed all with feare
There was no helpe but synke to hell.
¶ Than God eternall had pitie on me
To ryd me fro my wyckednesse
✱ He thought of his plenteous great mercyLuc.i.f.
‡ And wolde not leave me comfortlesseEphe.1.a.
He turned to me his fatherly herte
And wolde I shulde with hym have parte
Of all his costly ryches.
¶ He spake to his deare beloved sonne
The tyme is nowe to have mercye
Thou must be mans redempcyon
And lowse hym from captivite
Thou must hym helpe from trouble of synne
From paynfull death thou must hym wynne
That he may lyve eternally
✱¶ Gods sonne was redy so to do D3rFo.xv.
‡ Into this worlde he cam to me1. Tim.1.c.
Borne of a virgyn pure also
Because he thought my ‡ brother to beLu.2.a
✱ For in my shape he dyd apeareheb.2.c
Me to delyver whole from fearePhil.2.a.
And from all evell to make me fre
These lovynge wordes he spake to me
I wyll delyver thy soule from payne
I am desposed to do for the
And to myne owne selfe the to retayneJoh14.a.
Thou shalt be with me for thou art myne
And I with the for I am thyne
Soch is my love I can not layne
¶ They wyll shed out my precyous bloude
And take way my lyfe also
Which I wyll suffre all for thy good
Beleve this sure where ever thou go
For I wyll yet ryse up agayneMath.20.b.
Thy synnes I beare though it be payne
To make the safe and fre from wo.
I wyll go from this worldly lyfeJoh.16.a.
To my deare father with hym to lyve
Yet am I with the in batell and stryfe
Oure spirite of trueth I wyll the geve
Which shall the conforte in hevynes
And lede the into godlynes
Thus wyll I all thy synnes forgyve
✱¶ Soch thynges as I have taught and done
Shalt thou both teach and do alsoMath.28.c.
Geve thankes for thy redempcyon
And knowledge my worde where ever thou go
And kepe the well from straunge lernynge
Which maye the to destruction brynge
So wyll I never departe the fRo.
Now our health is come from above
Now is oure helth come from above /
hath shewed us his mercy /
we can not deserve
to have his love /
yet Christ hath brought us li D4rFo.xvi.
berte fro[m]al our sines & wickednes
tie lyfe & wa[n]to[n]nes /
& wyl not co[n]de[m]ne us truly
¶ What god had commaunded in the lawe
Were we not sufficient for to doAct.15.b.
For oure stomakes it was to rawe
Gods wrath reigned in us alsoEphe.2.a.
‡ Oure flesh was weake it had no myght
We coulde not geve the sprete his ryght‡ Rom:8.a.
Oure flesh wolde not consent therto.
¶ Yet had we a false meanyng therbye
And thought the lawe was geven therfore
As who saye we were all so fre
Gods lawe to fulfyll evermore
The lawe is but a scolemaster,
Which doth oure naturall evell declareGal.3.d.
That causeth us to synne so sore
¶ For all this must the lawe be done D4v
Els had we ben all utterly lost
✱ Therfore hath god sent his deare sonneGal.4.a.
Which was made man to paye the cost
‡ The hole lawe hath he well fulfylledMath.5.b.
His fathers anger hath he stylled
To do it els no man coulde boost.
✱¶ The lawe therfore sheweth us oure synne
And smytteth oure conscience to the groundeRom.7.b.
But whan the gospell commeth therin
It lyfteth us vp and maketh us sounde
✱ Oure synne is great but mercy is moreRo.5.c
Oure conscience oft doth greve us sore
But Christe hath stopped that bloudy wounde.
¶ Whan I consyder this in my mynde
What God in Christ hath done for me
I can in no wyse be unkynde
Nor use my selfe unchristenly
I am compelled godly to lyve
My neghboures fautes to forgeve
✱ As Christ dyd for me mercyfullyEphe.4.c,
¶ So are good workes the very frute
Of hym that beleveth stedfastly
A good tre with good frutes breaketh out
✱ As the gospell doth testifie
For lyke as fayth hangeth whole on God
To shulde oure workes do other men good
✱ For fayth without them can not beMath.7.b.
¶ O heavenly father graunt thy grace
✱ Thy name in us to be sanctified
Thy kyngdome come / thy wyll alwayesMath.6.b,
Amonge us all be fulfylled
Fede us and forgeve all oure evellLuc.11.a.
Lede us not in tentacion styll
From evell delyver us at oure nede.
Christ is the only sonne of god.
Christ is the only sonne of God /
the father e-
we have in Jesse fou[n]de this rod
& man naturall /
he is the mornynge starre /E.i. E1v
his beames sendeth he out farre /
ther starres all.
✱¶ He was for us a man borneLu.2.a.
In the last parte of tyme
yet kepte she may maydenheade unforlorne
His mother that bare hym
He hath hell gates broken
And heaven hath he made open
Bryngynge us lyfe agayne.
¶ Thou onely maker of all thynge
Thou everlastynge lyght
From ende to ende all rulynge
By thyne owne godly myght.
Turne thou oure hartes unto the
And lyghten them with the verite
That they erre not from the ryght
¶ Let us increace in love of the
And in knowledge also
That we belevynge stedfastly
✱ Maye in spirite serve the so
That we in oure hartes maye savoureJoh.4.c.
Thy mercy and thy favoure
And to thyrst after no mo.
¶ Awake us lorde we praye tho
Thy holy spirite us geve
Which maye oure olde man mortifie
That oure new man maye lyve
So wyll we alwaye thanke the
That shewest us so great mercye
And oure synnes dost forgeve.
In the myddest of oure lyvynge /
seth us rou[n]de about
who shuld us now sucour E.ii. E2v
by whose grace we maye come out,
even thou lorde Jesu alone.
It doth our har-
tes sore greve truly /
that we have offe[n]ded the,
O lorde god most holy /
O lord god most migh E3rFo.xix.
O holy & mercyfull savioure /
worthy god eternall /
suffre us not at oure last
for any death fro[m] the to fall.
¶ In the myddest of oure dyenge
We are vexed with helles payne
Who shulde helpe us out of this thynge
With stronge fayth to resyste it agayne
Even thou lorde Jesu alone
For whan we crye and call on the
Thou art moved than with mercye E3v
O lorde god most holy
O lorde god most myghtye
O holy and mercyfull Savioure
Thou most worthy god eternall
Suffre us not at oure last houre
For any hell from the to fall.
¶ In the myddest of oure helles payne
Oure owne synnes vexe us greatly
Who shulde save us from desayre agayne
That we maye holde by thy mercy
Even thou lorde Jesu alone
For thy deare bloude ryght plenteously
Was shed out for oure synnes frely
O lorde god most holy
O lorde god most myghtie
O holy and mercyfull savioure
Thou most worthy god eternall
Suffre us not at oure last houre
Thorow despare from the to fall
By Adams fall.
By Adams fall was so forlorne /
the whole na E4rFo.xviii.
ture of ma[n]kynde /
ye were poysoned or we
were borne /
& no helpe therto could we fynde /
Tyll Christ Jesu /
by his vertue for oure dette
his deare bloude had spent /
that we were E4v
in by Adams synne /
whan he brake gods com
✱¶ Seynge Eve was sore begyledGe.3.a.
By the serpentes tentacyon
Because she gods worde despysed
Brought mankynde to destruccyon
Agaynst this dede
It was great nede
That god shulde us to comforte geve
✱ His owne deare sonneRo.8.d.
And ‡ mercy troaneRo.3.b.
By whose death we all myght lyve.
✱ Lyke as in Adam a straunge detRo.5.b
Dad brought us to destruccyon
So are we now delyvered from it
In Christ oure ryght salvacyon F1rFo.xxi.
Lyke as we all
By Adams fall
Were ordened with ryght to dye
So in gods sonne
Have we founde eternally.
✱¶ So dyd he then geve us his sonneRo.5.a
When we were yet his enemyes
‡ Which for us on the crosse was doneMath.27.d.
And so the thyrde daye dyd aryse
‡ To justifie1.Cor.15.a.
All us that trust fast on his myghtRo.4.d.
Why shulde we than
Drede any payne
He is now oure owne by ryght
¶ He is his fathers eternall worde
The waye / the lyfe / and veriteJoh.14.a.
He is the Savioure and the lorde
Whome he hath geven us frely
To be oure health
Oure helpe and wealth
And not to truste in any manPsal.61.b
For there is none
But he alone
That us sucoure or comforth can
✱¶ Man is all wicked by nature
There is no helpe with hym to fyndeGe.6.aF.i. F1v
Who seketh helpe in a creature
And not in god with harte and mynde
He buyldeth on sonde
And may not stonde
Whan tyme cometh of tentacyon
✱ Therfore to trestPsal.117.a.
on god is best
And the most sure foundacyon.
✱¶ He that hopeth on god stedastlyRoma.10.b.
Shall never be confounded
For doutles gods worde can not ley
Though all men shuld resist it
Great trouble and care
Is every where
This worldes sorowe is infinite
yet sawe I never
Hym perysh for ever
That fast on gods worde trusted
¶ O lorde I praye the hartely
For thy great mercyfull kyndnesse
✱ Thy wholsome worde take not fro mePsal.118.f.
Because of my unthankfulnesse
✱ My synne is greatPsal.37.a.
I knowlege it
‡ But thy mercy excelleth all thyngePsal.144.a.
Therfore wyll I
Hope styll in theEccl.2.
To thy blysse that thou mayest me brynge.
Wake up wake up in gods name /
thy fayre christente /
and shewe thy brydgro-
mes great fame /
for that he hath done to the /
which hath his worde now sent /
and opened F.ii. F2v
it once agayne /
as thou mayest se in many a
where now is preached his grace /
ly and so playne
¶ Thy olde enemye that Sathan
✱ The father of all lesyngeJo.8.d.
Seketh all the meanes that he can
The verite downe to brynge
If any man speake therof
It must cost hym his bloude
For many soch men he dryveth awaye
And some he slayeth now every daye
Yet all doth hym no good.
¶ He can not leve his cruelnesse
But threateneth daye and nyght
His mynde is whole the to oppresse
That thou mayest feare his myght
But stonde thou fast in god
O worthy fayre Christente
He is thy helpe and sucoure
Who so doth the displeasure
✱ He toucheth gods owne eye.zacha.2
¶ Beholde how god hath ever done
For Israell in theyr nede
He drowned kynge Pharao rhyght soneExo.14.f.
With all that them troubled
‡ The walles of Hierico fellJosue.6.d.
So sone as gods folke came
Thy lorde god is so myghty
That he can helpe the swyftly
And put thy foes to blame.
¶ The Madianites dyd all theyr best
To trouble gods people deare
The Amaleckes wolde not let them rest
But helde them styll in feare
Israell cryed to god
Which helped them lovyngly
By Gedeon his servaunt
There fell a hundreth thousandeJudic[um]9.c.
And twenty thousande truly.
¶ Remembre how god kepte David
✱ From Saul that wicked kynge1.Reg.23.e.F.iii. F3v
How oft he hym delyvered
‡ Which caused David to synge2.Reg,22.a.
✱ He had also great harme
Even of his naturall sonne2.Reg.15.b.
That made great laboure hym to slaye
But god delyvered hym alwaye
✱ And hanged fayre Absalon.2,Reg.18.b.
¶ Note also how god helped
The good kynge Abia
And hym strongly delyvered
From Hieroboam alwaye
Though he was sore vexed
Of hym a longe season
✱ As sone as he complayned
Fyve hundreth thousande were slayne deed2.Par.13.c.
And all destroyed ryght sone
¶ So hath god helped ryght well
Assa that faythfull kynge
That we his sucoure myght fele
In every troublous thynge
His enemyes were many
And stronge in all mens syght
✱ A thousande tymes a thousand
Yet were they not so stronge to stande2 Pa.14.c.
But fell all thorow gods myght.
¶ Consyder how god delyvered
The kynge Ezechiam
Which was very oft sore threatened F4rFo.xxiiii.
With Sennacherib by name
Of thousandes even an hundreth4.Re.19.g.
Foure score and. v. he brought
Yet were they sone destroyed thanEsa.27.f.
Gods aungell slewe them every man
And brought them all to nought.2.Par.32.d
¶ Heare to how strongly god fought
For his kynge Iosaphat
When Ammon all his power brought2.Par.20.a.
And Moabs hoost was therat
Israel called to God
He was theyr helpe onely
The heythen were so plaged
That on dyd slaye another deed
Gods folke gat the victory.
¶ Thus all gods enemyes peryshed
God slewe them all sodenly
His hande is not yet shortened
O worthy fayre Christente
He can the well defende
Thy heeres are tolde truly
Let Sathan do all that he maye
Yf thou holde fast gods worde alwaye
He shall not forsake the.
I call on the lorde Jesu Christe.
I call on the lorde Jesu Christ /
I have none
other helpe but the.
My herte is never set at
tyll thy swete worde have comforted me.
A stedfast fayth graunt me therfore /
to holde G1rFo.xxv.
by thy worde evermore /
above all thynge, ne-
ver resistynge /
but to increace in fayth more
¶ Yet once agayne I call on the
Heare my request o mercyfull lorde
I wolde fayne hope on thy mercye
And can not be therto restored
Excepte thou with thy grace oppresse
My blynde and naturall weknesse
Cause me therfore
To hope evermore.G.i. G1v
Or thy mercy and swete promises
¶ Lorde prynte into my harte and mynde
Thy holy spirite with ferventnesse
That I to the be not unkynde
But love the without faynednesse
Let nothynge drawe my mynde from the
But ever to love the ernestly
Let not my harte
From the ryght love of thy mercye
¶ Geve me thy grace lorde I the praye
To love myne enemyes hartely
Now be it they trouble me alwaye
And for thy cause do slaundre me
Yet Jesu Christ for thy goodnesse
Fyll my harte with forgevenesse
That whyle I lyve
I maye them forgeve
That do offende me more or lesse.
¶ I am compased all rounde aboute
With sore and stronge tentacyon
Therfore good lorde delyver me out
From all this wycked nacyon
The devell/ the wordle / my fleshe also
Therfore wolde I
Now fayne delyvered be
Thy helpe I seke lorde and no mo.
¶ Now seist thou lorde what nede I have
I have none els to complayne to
Therfore thy holy goost I crave
To be my guyde where ever I go
That in all my adversite
I forget not the love of the
But as thou lorde
Hast geven me thy worde
Let me therin both lyve and dye.
Of the byrth of Christ.
Now blessed be thou Christ Jesu /
man borne this is true /
the Aungels made
a mery noyse /
yet have we more cause to re-G.ii. G2v
¶ The blessed sonne of god onely
✱ In a crybbe full poore dyd lyeLu.2.a
With oure poore flesh and oure poore bloude
Was clothed that everlastynge good
¶ Be that made heaven and earth of nought
In oure fleshe hath oure health brought
✱ For oure sake made he hym selfe full smallPhil.2.a.
That reigneth lorde and kynge over all
✱ Eternall lyght doth now apeare1.Jo.1.
To the worlde both farre and neare
It shyneth full cleare euen at mydnyght
Makynge us chyldren of his lyght
¶ The lorde Christ Jesu gods sonne deare
Was a gest and a straunger here
Us for to brynge from mysery
That we myght lyve eternally
✱¶ Into this worlde ryght poore came he
To make us ryche in mercye
Therfore wolde he oure synnes forgeve G3rFo.xxvii.
That we with hym in heaven myght lyve
¶ All this dyd he for us frely
For to declare his great mercy
All christendome be mery therfore
And geve hym thankes evermore
Of the resurrection.
Christe is now rysen agayne /
from his death
and all his payne /
therfore wyll we mery
and rejoyse with [hym] gladly.
✱¶ Had he not rysen agayne1.Cor.15.b.
We had ben lost this is playne
But sen he is rysen in dede
Let us love hym all with spede
¶ Now is tyme of gladnesse
To synge of the lordes goodnesse
Therfore glad now wyll we be
And rejoyse in hym onely.
Another of the same.
Christ dyed and suffred great payne /
synnes and wykednesse /
but he is now rysen G4rFo.xxviii.
to make us full of gladnesse.
all rejoyse therfore /
and geve hym thankes for
synging to hi /
Alleluya / Alleluya.
¶ There was no man that coulde overwynne
The power of death nor his myght
And all this came thorow oure synne
Wherfore we were dampned by ryght
By occasyon of which thynge
Death toke us into his kepyngeRo.5.b
We coulde not escape out of his syght.
¶ But the lorde Jesu gods owne sonne
Takynge on hym oure weake nature
✱ Hath put awaye oure synnes aloneJo.1.d
And overcome death thorow his power
As for death and his great myght
Christ hath overcome it all by ryght
It can do us no displeasure
¶ It was a marvelous great thynge
To se how death with death dyd fyght
For the one death gat the wynnynge
And the other death lost his myght
✱ Holy scripture speaketh of it1.Cor.15.f.
How one death another wolde byte
The death of Christ hath wonne by ryghtOse.13
✱¶ This same is the ryght Paschall lambe1.Cor.5.b.
That was ones offred for oure synne
Into this worlde mekely he came
From Sathans power us to wynne
✱ For oure wickednesse wolde he dyeRo.4.d
And rose us for to justifie
The mercy of god was great therin
Gloria in excelsis deo.
To god the hyghest be glory alwaye /
for his H1rFo.xxix.
great kyndnes and mercy
that doth provyde
both nyght and daye /
both for oure soule and
oure body /
To ma[n]kynde hath god great plea
now is great peace every where /
god hath H.i. H1v
put out all enmyte.
¶ We love and prayse and honoure the
For thy great glory we thanke thy grace
That thou god father eternally
Art oure defender in every place
✱ Thou art to us a mercyfull fatherRo.8.b
And we thy chyldren altogether
Therfore we geve the thankes alwayes
¶ O Jesu Christ thou onely sonne
Of god almyghtye thy heaunly father
✱ Oure full and whole redempcyon[Ro.3.]
Thou that hast stilled gods displeasure1.Jo.2
‡ O gods lambe that takest synne awayeJo.2.d
When we have nede helpe us alwaye
graunt us thy mercy altogether.
Ad Spiritum sanctum.
¶ O holy goost oure hevynesse
In all oure trouble and hevynesse
Defende us all from Sathans power
Whome Christ hath bought from wofulnesse
Kepe oure hertes in the verite
In oure tentacion stonde us by
And strength alwaye oure weake bodies.
[Magnificat] / Which is the songe of the virgin Mary.. Luc.j.
My soule doth magnifie the Lorde,
in God my Savioure & his
for he hath sene the lowe degre,
of me his
beholde now after this day,H.ii. H2v
al generacyons shall speake of me,
and cal me
¶ For he that is onely of myghte
Hath done great thynges for me:
And holy is his name by ryghte
As for his endles mercy
It endureth perpetually
In every generacyon
On them that feare hym unfaynedly
¶ He sheweth strength with his great arme
Declaryng hymselfe to be of power
He scatereth the proude to theyr owne harme
Even with the wicked behavoure
Of theyr owne hertes every houre
He putteth downe the myghtye H3rFo.xxxi.
From theyr hye seate and great honoure
Exaltynge them of lowe degre.
¶ The hongrye fylleth he with good
And letteth the ryche go emptie
Where his owne people want no foode
Be thynketh upon his mercye
And helpeth his servaunt truly
Even Israel as he promysed
Unto oure fathers perpetually
Abraham and to his sede.
Nunc dimittis / Which is the songe of Simeon. Luc.ij.
With peace and with joyfull gladnesse /
with a mery harte /
accordynge to thy swete H.iii. H3v
Lorde let me now departe.
geve me leave that I may dye /
for I wolde
be present with the.
¶ For myne eyes have sene the Savioure
That is sent out from the
Thou hast satisfied my harte therfore
That thou hast shewed hym me
Which is oure onely salvacyon
Oure helth and oure redempcion.
¶ Whome thou hast prepared ryght well H4rFo.xxxii.
And shewed hym openly
Before the face of all people
Preachynge thy worde planely
Kepynge no man from thy kyngdome
That thorow hym wyll therin come.
¶ He is the true and onely lyght
Which moved with mercy
restoreth the gentyls to theyr syght
Lyghtenynge theyr hartes tryly
He is the glory of Israel
Thy people whom thou lovest so well.
¶ The. xi. Psalme of David.
Saluum me fac Domine.
¶Agaynst false doctryne and ypocrites.
Helpe now o Lorde & loke on us,
how we are
brought in lowe degre /
thy saintes are dryve[n] H4v
from every house,
✱ there are fewe faythfull Mich.7.a.
men wyll not suffre thy trueth to
thy fayth all most overthrowe[n]
amonge mens chyldren piteously.
✱ It is but lyes and vaniteOse,7.a. I1rFo.xxxiii.
That one preacheth now to his brother
They flatter with theyr lyppes falselyJer.8.b.&.9.
And one dyssembleth with another
Thus shewe they with theyr mouth one thynge
And yet have they another meanynge
Within theyr hertes altogether.
¶ O that the Lorde wolde once rote out
All soch disceatful lyppes speakynge
Which wyll not have that men shulde doute
In thynges that are of theyr makynge
We ought to speak by auctoriteJude.1
Oure tongue shulde prevayle (they say proudly
Who shulde rule us or oure doynge?
¶ Therfore sayeth the Lorde / now wyll I ryse
I se the poore are oppressed
Theyr sore complaynte wyll I not despyse
But wyll them helpe shortly in dede
I wyll set them at lybertie
My worde shalbe preached planely
They shall nomore be disceaved.
✱¶ Sylver seven tymes tryed in the fyre
Is purified and made cleare therbyPsal.17.c.
So is gods worde alwaye nearer
Whan it is persecute cruelly
The Lordes wordes are pure and ryght
And wyll not be kepte downe by myght
But wyll apeare the more planely.
¶ O Lorde defende thou them therforeI.i. I1v
And preserve us gracyously
From this generacyon evermore
That persecute us so cruelly
For whan vanite and ydilnesse
Is set by amonge men, doutles
all are full of the ungodly.
The seconde Psalme of David.
¶ Quare fremuerunt gentes.
Wherfore do the heithen now rage thus,
spyryng together so wyckedly?
the people so malicious
vayne thynges to y- I2rFo.xxxiiii.
magyn so folyshly?
The kynges of the earth
stonde up together,
& worldly rulers do con
agaynst the lorde and his Christ truly.
✱¶ They saye / let us breake up theyr bondes
And let us cast theyr yocke awayeThe enmyes.
Theyr lawes wyll make us lose oure londes
Therfore none soch wyll we obeye
But he that in heaven hath residence
Shall laugh them to scorne and theyr pretenceThe p[ro]phete
The lorde shall mocke them nyght and daye.Pro.1.
¶ The Lorde shall talke with them together
In his great anger and wrath truly
And also he shall trouble them ever
Thrugh his displeasure at them daylye
✱ Yet have I ordened and set my kyngeGod yefather.
On my hyll Syon to have rulynge
Theyr heade and governoure for to be
✱¶ I wyll shewe forth the co[m]mmaundementChristthe son,
Whereof the Lorde hath sayd to me
✱ Thou art my sonne, whome I have sentGod yefather
‡ This daye have I begotten the
Are me and I shall geve the sooneHebr.1.b.&.5.bAct.13
All Heithen in possession
Thorow out the worlde where ever they be.
¶ Forsoth thou shalt rule them together
✱ With a rodde of yron made stronglyApo.2.d.&.14
‡ Lyke erthen vessel brent in the fyre
Shalt thou them breake that resyst theEsa 30
✱ Therfore the kynges now understondeThe p[ro]phete.
Be wyse and resyst not the Lordes honde
Be content the judges warned to be.
¶ With feare se that the serve the Lorde
Rejoyse before hym all with drede
Kysse the the sonne and his swete worde
The lorde wyll els be sore greved
Than shall the peryshe from the verite
His wrath shalbe kyndled shortly
✱ They that truste in hym are all blessed.Jer.17
The. xlv. Psalme of David.
¶ Deus noster refugium.
Oure God is a defence and towre /
armoure and good weape[n] /
he hath ben ever
oure helpe and sucoure /
in all the troubles that
we have ben in /
therfore wyl we never dredeI.iii. I3v
for any wo[n]derous dede
by water or by lo[n]de /
hilles or the see so[n]de /
our god hath the[m] al i[n] his ho[n]d
✱¶ Though we be alwaye greatly vexed
With many a great tentacyon
Yet thanked be god we are refreshed
His swete worde conforteth oure mansion
✱ It is gods holy placeJo.14
He dwelleth here by grace
✱ Amonge us is hePsal.2.
Both nyght and daye truly
He helpeth us all and that swyftly.Act.4.
¶ The wicked heithen besege us straytly
And many great kyngdomes take theyr parte
✱ They are gathered agaynst us trulyPsal.65.b.
And are sore moved in theyr herte
But gods worde as cleare as daye
Maketh them shrenke awaye. I4rFo.xxxvi.
The lorde god of power
stondeth by us every houre
The god of Jacob is oure stronge towre
✱¶ Come hether now beholde and sePsal.65.a.
The noble actes and dedes of the lorde
What great thynges he doth for us daylye
And conforteth us with his swete worde
For whan oure enemyes wolde fyght
Than brake he theyr myght
Theyr bowe and theyr speare
(so that we nede not feare)
And brent theyr charettes in the fyre
¶ Therfore sayeth god / take hede to me
Let me alone and I shall helpe you
Knowe me for youre god I saye onely
Amonge all heithen that reigne now
✱ Wherfore than shulde we dredePsal.26.a.
Seynge we have no nede
✱ For the lorde god of power
Stondeth by us every houre
The God of Jacob is oure stronge towre.
The.C.xxiii.Psalme of David.
¶ Nisi quia Dominus.
Except the lorde had bene with us
now maye I4v
Israel say boldly /
Excepte the lorde had ben
with us /
when men rose up agaynst us fearsly
✱ they had devoured us quyck doutlesse /
& had Pro.1.
overwonne us confortles /
they were so wroth K1rFo.xxxvii.
at us truly.
¶ The wawes of waters had wrapped us in
Oure soule had gone under the floode
The depe waters of these proude men
Had ronne oure soules over where they stode
They Lorde be praysed every houre
That wolde not suffre them us to devoure
Nor in theyr tethe to sucke oure bloude
¶ Oure soule is delyvered from theyr power
They can not have that they have sought
As they byrde from the snare of the fouler
So are we from theyr daungers brought
The snare is broken and we are fre
Oure helpe is in the lordes name trulyPro.18
Which hath made heaven and earth of nought.Psal.120.a.
¶ Super flumina Babilonis.
At the ✱ ryvers of Babilo[n] /
there sat we downe K.i. K1v
ryght hevely /
Even whan we thought upon Eze.1.a.&.3.b
we wept together sorofully /
were in soch hevynes /
that we forgat al our me
& left of all oure sporte & playe /
on the K2rFo.xxxviii.
willye trees that were therby /
we hanged up our
harpes truly /
& morned sore both night & day.
¶ They that toke us so cruelly
And led us bounde into pryson
Requyred of us some melody
With wordes full of derision
When we had hanged our harpes awaye
This cruell folke to us coulde saye
Now let us heare some mery songe
Synge us a songe of some swete toyne
As the were wont to synge at Sion
Where the have lerned to synge so longe
¶ To whom we answerd soberly
Beholde now are we in youre honde
How shulde we under captivite
Synge to the lorde in a straunge londeK.ii. K2v
Hierusalem I say to the
Yf I remembre the not truly
My honde playe on the harpe no more
Yf I thynke not on the alwaye
Let my tonge cleve to my mouth for aye
And let my loose my speache therfore.
¶ Yee above all myrth and pastaunce
Hierusalem I preferre the
Lorde call to thy remembraunce
✱ The sonnes of Edom ryght stratelyJer.49
In the daye of the destructionEze.25
Which at Hierusalem was doneAbd.1.
For they sayd in theyr cruelnes
Downe with it, downe with it, destroye it all
Downe with it soone, that it may fall
Laye it to the grounde all that there is.
✱¶ O thou cite of Babilon[Jer].50
Thou thy selfe shalt be destroyed
Truly blessed shalbe that man
Which even as thou hast deserved
Shall rewarde the with soch kyndnesse
As thou hast shewed to us gyltlesse
Which never had offended the
Blessed shall he be that for the nones
Shall throwe thy chyldren agaynst the stones
To brynge the out of memorie.
¶ Beati omnes qui timent Dominum. K3rFo.xxxix.
Blessed are all that feare the lorde /
pynge hym both nyght and daye /
they[r] lyfe after his worde
and walkyng ever
in his waye /
and walkynge ever in his waye.
✱¶ For thou shalt get thyne owne lyvyngeGen.3.K.iii. K3v
And eate thy bred without ydelnesse
Even with thy handes laborynge
So shalt thou have prosperous increase
¶ Thy wyfe as the [vyne] shalbe frutefull
Within the walles of thy dwellynge
Thy chyldren shall stonde about thy table
Lyke Olyve braunches floryshynge,
¶ Lo thus shall that man be blessed
And happye shall he be alwaye
That leadeth his lyfe in the lordes drede
And feareth hym both nyght and daye.
✱¶ From Sion shall the lorde blesse the
And pleasure shalt thou have amonge
Beholdynge the great prosperite
Of Hierusalem all thy lyfe longe.
¶ The lorde shall so prolonge thy lyfe
That thy chyldres chyldren thou shalt seTob.14.a.
In Israel shalt thou se no stryfe
But peace and great felicite.
¶ The same Psalme.
¶ Beati omnes.
Blessed are all that feare the lorde /
worshippynge Psal.33.b. K4rFo.xl.
hym both nyght and daye /
ordrynge theyr lyfe
after his worde /
& walkynge ever in his waye /
for thou shalt get thin owne lyving /
& eat thy
bred without ydelnes /
ev[en] [with] thin owne h[an]des K4v
and shalt have prosperous increace
and want nothynge to thy hartes ease.
¶ Thy wyfe also shalbe frutefull
Within the walles of thy dwellynge
As the vyne tre plenteous and full
Shall she fayre chyldren to the brynge
Which rounde aboute thy table shall stonde
Lyke fayre plantes of the Olyve tre
Lo, thus shall he blessed be founde
That worshippeth and feareth the lorde truly
Havynge Gods lawe before his eye
¶ The lorde shall do the good alwaye
From the holy hyll of Syon
Thou shalt delyte both nyght and daye
Beholdynge the prosperous fortune
Of Hierusalem all thy lyfe longe L1rFo.xli.
✱ And thy chyldres chyldren shalt thou seJob.42.c.
Thus shall the lorde thy dayes prolonge
To se the peace and feliciteTob.14.a.
Wherin all Israel shalbe.
¶ The.L.Psalme of David.
¶ Miserere mei Deus.
O lorde god have thou mercy on me /
marvelous great pite /
as thou art ful of mercy
do away all my iniquite.
✱ And washe me fro[m]L.i. L1v
all fylthynesse /
of my great synnes and wan-Psal.31.a.Job.13.b.Lu.18
for they are many within me /
I fele them hevye /
my synne is alwaye before
myne eye /
I have alone offended the /
the have I lyved synfully /
in thy worde ston-
dest thou stedfastly /
thoughe thou be judged
¶ Se how I am conceaved in synne
My mother hath brought me forth therin
A chylde of wrathe by nature borneEphe.2a.
And without the lorde am forlorne
To the treuth thou hast a pleasure alwaye
And helpest my blyndnesse every daye
To knowe thy wysedome gracyously
That thou hast hyd so secretlyL.ii. L2v
With ysope fayre sprenkle thou me
Washe thou me clene / so shall I be
Whyter then snowe / mende thou my cheare
My weery bones to helpe from feare
Which thou thy selfe hast brused so neare.
¶ Loke not upon my wreched lyfe
Forgeve my synnes that are so ryfe
✱ Lorde make in me a ryght pure harteEze.36Act.2.
A good conscience let be my parte
A godly spirite renew in me
And cast me not away from the
Thy holy spirite let me have styll
To be my conforte in all evell
And let me have ever the gladnesse
Of thy health in all hevynesse
Thy myghtie spirite holde thou in me
I wyll helpe synners turne to the
Thy waye wyll I teache them hartely.
¶ God rydde me from bloudgyltynesse
Thou god of all my healthfulnesse
So shall my tonge geve prayse to the
Thy rhyghtuousnesse to honoure in me
Lorde open thou these lippes of myne
That my mouthe maye to thy prayse inclyne
✱ Thou hast no pleasure in offrynge
Forels I thought them the to bryngeMich.6.b.
Burntoffrynges are not to thy paye
They please not the though they be gaye
They are nothynge worth in thy syght L3rFo.xliii.
Gods offryne is of moche more inyght
A spirite all troubled is his ryght.
✱¶ A contrite harte that is brought loweEsa.66
Shalt thou lorde god awaye not throwe
That dost thou alwaye so regarde
That it shall ever of the be harde.
To Sion lorde be gracyous
After thy kyndnesse plenteous
That the walles of Hierusalem
Maye be buylded and brought from shame
Then shalt thou be pleased doutlesseRo.12
With the offrynge of ryghtuousnes
With the brentoffrynges of thy wyll
Then shall good men theyr calves kyll
Therwith thyne altare to fulfyll.
The same Psalme.
¶ Miserere mei Deus.
O god be mercyfull to me /
accordynge to thy
great pitie /
✱ washe of make clene my iniquitePsal.31.a. L3v
I knowlege my synne and it greveth me /
gaynst the agaynst the only have I synned
which is before myne eye.
Though thou be
judged in mans syght
✱ yet are thy wordes Ro.3. L4rFo.xliiii.
founde true and ryght.
¶ Beholde, I was borne all in synne
My mother conceaved me therin
But thou lovest treuth, and haste shewed me
Thy wysedome hyd so secretly
With fayre ysope lorde sprenkle thou me
Washe thou me clene / so shall I be
Whyter than snowe / cause me rejoyse
Make my bones mery whō thou madest lowse.
¶ Lorde turne thy face fro my wickednesse
Clense me from all unryghtuousnesse
A pure harte lorde make thou in meEze.16.e.Act.2.
Renewe a ryght spirite in my body
Cast me not out away from the
Nor take thy holy goost fro me
Make me rejoyse in thy savynge health
Thy myghty spirite strength me for my wealth
¶ Thy waye shall I shewe to men full of vyce
And enstructe them well in thy service
That wicked men and ungodly
Maye be converted unto the
O god, o god my Savioure
Delyver me from the synne of murther
My tonge shall rejoyse in thy mercye
Open my lippes / and my mouth shal prayse the
✱¶ Thou wylt have no bodely offryngeMich.6.b.
I thought them els to the to brynge
Gods sacrifice is a troubled spirite
✱ Thou wilt not dispise a harte contriteEsa.66
With Sion (o god) deale gently
That Hierusalem walles may buylded be
That shalt thou delyte in the ryght offrynge
Which men shall with theyr calves brynge.
¶ De profundis.
Out of the depe crye I to the /
O lorde lorde
heare my callynge.
Oh let thyne eares encly-
ned be /
to the voyce of my complaynynge. M1rFo.xlv.
✱ yf thou (lorde) wylt deale with stratenesse,
marke all that is done amysse,
lorde who may
abyde that rekenynge?
✱¶ But there is mercy ever with the
That thou therfore mayest be fearedExo.34.a.Psal.102.a.
I wyll abyde the lorde paciently
My soule loketh for hym unfaynted
And in his worde is all my trust
So is my hope and conforte most
His promysse shalbe fulfylled.
¶ As the watche men in the mornynge
Stonde lokynge longe desyrously
That they myght se the fayre day sprynge
So wayteth my soule for the lorde dayly
Therfore let Israel wayte styll
Untyll it be the lordes wyll
To lowse them from adversite
✱ For with the lorde there is mercyPsal.85.c.
And great plenteous redempcyon
✱ All though we synne oft wickedly1.Jo.2
Yet hath he for us a sure pardon
✱ He shall redeme poore IsraelEsa.43.d.
And hym shall he delyver full well
From all the synnes that he hath done.
The.xxiiii.Psalme of David.
¶ Ad te Domine leuaui.
I lyft my soule lord up to the /
my god I trust
on the alone /
let me never confounded be /
enemyes els wyll mocke me soone ✱
they shall Ro.9.Esa.28Psal.30.a.
not be shamed that trust on the /
but they that
scornefull despysers be /
those shall be put to
¶ Shewe me o lorde thy godly wayesPsal.118
And lerne me the ryght pathes to the
In thy verite leade me alwayes
Thou art god my Savioure truly
Lerne me, for in the is all my trust
My hope, my beleve, and conforte most
All the daye longe continually.
¶ Remembre lorde thy great mercy
And thy great plenteous kyndnesse
Call to thy mynde lorde we praye the
Thy gracious favoure and gentylnesse
For in these thynges thou excellest greatly
Even from the begynnynge eternally
Thou art so ryche in mercyfulnesse.
¶ My fautes and my ungodlynesse
My synfull youth and evell bearynge
As thou art lorde full of goodnesse
Remembre not this my evell lyvynge
But after thy mercy thynke on me
And after thy great benignite
Forgyve thou all my mysdoynge.
¶ The lorde is juste full of goodnesse
To synners that leave theyr evell lyvynge
✱ For though they fall ofte thorow weaknessePsal.36.d.
Yet to his waye he wyll them brynge
He shall lerne meke men his gracyous wylll
And teach them his waye to come thertyll
And set theyr fete fast for slippynge.
¶ All wayes of the lorde are full truly
Both of mercy and faythfulnesse
For as he promyseth mercyfully
So payeth he all without doublynesse
To soch as regarde his worde and wyll
And are ever redy to fulfyll
Theyr covenaunt with hym and theyr promesse
¶ For thy names sake lorde I praye theEsa.43.d.Jer.31
Forgeve me my great wickednesse
The lorde shall lerne that man truly
That feareth hym with all lowlynesse
He shalbe teachynge hym ever the waye
That pleaseth hym both nyght and daye
His conscience shalbe in quyetnesse
His chyldren shall possesse the londe
It shalbe theyr heretage and ryght
✱ They shall never want by see nor sondePsal.36.d.
The lorde wyll fede them thorow his myght
He is a defence both lovynge and deare
For every man that hym doth feare
Shewynge them his covenaunte daye & nyght.
¶ Myne eyes shall on the lorde be set
Tyll he se his tyme and season
To drawe my fete out of this net
That holdeth me so fast in prison
Beholde thou and have mercy on me
For I am forsaken in mysery
And full of great affliction.
¶ The cares of my harte and sorofulnesse
Increase me out of my hevynesse
And my poore state beholde therfore
Forgeve thou all my synnes and se
How many they are that trouble me
And persecute me with furiousnesse.
¶ Preserve my soule and delyver me
Lest I be brought to confusion
For I have put my trust in the
Let godlynesse kepe me all season
My hope is in the, and shalbe styll
Oh god delyver poore Israell
From all theyr trouble and affliction.
¶ Deus misereature nostri
God be mercyfull unto us /
and sende over us
his blessynge /
shewe us his presence glorious M4rFo.xlviii.
& be ever to us lovynge /
that men on earth may
knowe thy waye /
thy savynge health & ryghte-
that they be not led by nyght nor
thorowe the pretexte of trewe justice /
seke salvacyon where none is.
¶ Therfore the people mought magnyfie the
O god let all folke honoure thy name
Let all the people rejoyse gladly
Because thou dost ryght without blame
The people dost thou judge truly
And ordrest every nacyon
Thou hast directe the earth justly
Ever sense the fyrst creacyon
With thy godly provision
¶ O god let the people prayse the
All people (god) mought geve the honoure
The earth also ryght plenteously
Mought increase ever more and more
And god which is oure god over all
Mought do us good and pleasure
God blesse us now both great and small
And all the worlde hym honoure
Fearynge alwaye his myght and power
The.xiii.Psalme of David.
¶ Dixit insipiens. N1rFo.xlix.
The foolysh wicked men can saye /
of god ryght perfectly.
Yet are they farre out
of the way /
for in theyr hartes they hym deny /
corrupte and abhominable are they also /
in al N.i. N1v
the thynges that they do /
there wyll not one
do good truly.
✱¶ The lorde dyd loke here downe fro[m] heavenGen.11.b.&.18.
Men to consyder and theyr doynge
To se yfany men were geven
To gods knowlege above all thynge
Yf there were any that perfectly
Regarded god so earnestly
To folowe his worde in his lyvynge.
Then sayd god these wordes morover
Is every man gone so farre by
Swarved so farre now all together
From the ryght waye so parlously
So unprofitable and peryshed
That no man wyll do good in dede
✱ No not so moche as one truly.Ro.13.
¶ Are they out of theyr myndes so farre
All these workes of wickednesse
Beholde now / for they nothynge care
My people to devoure for gredynesse
As one shulde eat a pece of bread
The lordes feare is out of theyr heade
They do not regarde it moch doutlesse.
Wherfore they shalbe feared truly
With feare incomparable and endlesse
O ryghtuous man thou mayst be mery
For they that beseged the gyltles
Theyr bones hath god shaken altogether
Now shalt thou despyse them for ever
For god hath left them confortles.
¶ God is in just mens company
And in the ryghtuous nacyon
But wicked men mocke them dayly
For none other cause nor reason
But for because they folowe the mynde
Of the poore afflicte which was Gods frende
To trust in the lordes redempcyon.
¶ O wolde God that the savynge healthEsa.59Ro.11.
Wolde come from the hyll of Sion
That Israel myght have his wealth
And God to lowse hym from preson
Then shulde Jacob be full of joye
And Israel shulde make full mery
Because of his redempcyon.
¶ Lauda Hierusalem dominum
Prayse thou the lorde Hierusale[m] /
thy god o Sion /
for all thy strength stondeth
whole in hym /
he barreth & kepeth thy gates
endewyng thy chyldre[n] in the [with] goodly
gyftes ple[n]teously /
blessyng thy co[n]gregacion
¶ He doth endewe thy borders all
Rounde about the with peace and rest
His provision for the is not small
With wheate he feadeth the of the best
He sendeth his worde into the earth
✱ Swyftly renneth his commaundement forthGe.1.aPsal.32.b. &148.a.
All thynges obeye hym most and least
¶ Lyke woll doth he cast downe the snowe
Scatrynge the frost lyke as asshes
Lyke morsels of bread his haile doth he throwe
That no man maye byde the coldnesse
With a worde meltynge them all agayne
And leadeth his wynde back to geve rayne
So droppe the waters downe with moystneste.
¶ This same is he that tolde ryght well
✱ His pleasures to Jacob his deare frendeExo.20.a.
His lawes and decrees to Israell
That they myght kepe them in theyr mynde
✱ With no nacyon hath he dealte thus
Nor bene to them so gracyousDeu.4
His godly worde them for to sende.
¶ Ecce quam bonum.
Beholde and se forget not this /
how joyfull &
pleasaunt a thynge it is /
brethren to dwell all
and to be of one mynde ever.
¶ For they are lyke that precious unction
Which beynge powered on the head of Aaron
Ran in his bearde into Aarons bearde
And to his skirtes it descended.
¶ This brotherly love is so noble vertue
That it is lykened unto the dew
Which fell on the hyll of Hermon N4rFo.lii
And on the fayre hill of Sion.
¶ For there the lorde gave his blessynge
And shewed his lyfe everlastynge
So where as love is unfayned
There is the lordes blessynge in dede.
Christe qui lux.
O Christ the are the lyght & day /
thou discoverst the
darknes of nyght /
the lyght of lyghtes thou art
preachyng ever the blessed lyght.
¶ Thou holy lorde to the we praye
Defende us all in this darke nyght
Let us have rest in the alwaye
And graunt us all a quyet nyght.
¶ Let not hevye slepe on us fall
Nor let the feynde take us awaye
Let not oure fleshe consent with all
To make us gyltie by nyght nor daye.
¶ Loke on us lorde oure defender
Put them downe that wolde us no good
Kepe thy servantes in good ordre
Whom thou hast bought with thy deare bloude.
¶ Lorde call us now unto thy mynde
In this body that is so hevy
Thou that doest ever oure soule defende
Be present now with thy mercy.
¶ God the father for evermore
With Jesu Christ his sonne only
And the holy goost oure confortoure
Be thanked alwaye hertely. Amen.
O hevenly lorde. O1rFo.lv.
O heavenly lorde /
thy godly worde /
longe bene kepte awaye from us /
row thy grace now in oure dayes /
shewed the so plenteous /
that very well /
we can now tell /
what thy Apostles have O.i. O1v
written al /
and now we se /
thy worde ope[n]ly
hath geven Anthechrist a great fall.
¶ It is so cleare / as we may heare
No man by ryght can it deny
That many a yeare / thy people deare
Have bene begyled perlously
With men spirituall / as we them call
But not of thy spirite truly
For more carnall / are none at all
That many of these spirites be.
¶ They have bene ever / sworne altogether
Theyr owne lawes for to kepe alwaye
But mercyfull lorde / of thy swete worde
There durst no man begynne to saye
They durst them call / great heretikes all
That dyd confesse it stedfastly
For they charged / it shulde be hyd
And not be spoken of openly
¶ O mercyfull god / where was thy rod O2rFo.liiii.
In punyshynge soch great tyranny
Why slepte thou then / knowynge these men
Resist openly the verite
But the prophetes saye / thou art alwaye
Full of mercy and gentylnesse
For nyght and day / thou suffrest that they
Myght turne from theyr olde wickednesse.
¶ Neverthelesse / they dyd oppresse
Thy woorde and thy true preachers
For theyr evellsyght / thou sent thy lyght
Yet slewe they all soch teachers
They seynge they / resisted alway
Thy grace offred so lovyngly
Thou madest it mete / for the poore in sprite
That now receave it thankfully.
¶ For there are none / but they alone
That knowe the for theyr Savioure
All other withstonde / thy godly honde
And slaundre thy worde every houre
Well is hym therfore / that feleth his sore
Sekeynge no helpe but in thy bloude
Receavynge grace / of the alwayes
Knowynge of hym selfe to have no good.
¶ We thanke the lorde / for thy swete worde
And for thy kyndnesse shewed therin
For thy mercy / lorde we praye the
Strength us therwith agaynst all synne
And lorde oppresse / unthankfulnesse
That we never do foget the
Graunt us thy spirite / to lyve thorowe it
In vertue ever whyle we dye
Let go the whore of Babilon.
Let go the whore of Babilon,
dome falleth sore /
her marchauntes begyne
to make theyr mone /
the Lorde be praysed
Theyr ware is naught /
it wyll not be O3rFo.lvii.
great falsheed is fou[n]de therin
the whore of Babilon the mother of al synne.
¶ No man wyll drynke her wyne any [more]
The poyson is come to lyghte
That maketh her marchauntes to wepe so sore
The blynde have gotten theyr syghte
For now we se / gods grace frelye
In Christ offred us so fayre
Let go the whore of Babilon
And by nomore her ware.
¶ Of Christen bloude so moch she shed
That she was dronken withall
But now Gods worde hath broken her head
And she hath gotten a fall
God hath raysed / some men in dede
To utter her great wickednesse
Let go the whore of babilon
And her ungodlynesse.
¶ Ye ypocrites what can the saye?
Wo be unto you all
Ye have begyled us many a daye
Heretikes the dyd us call
For lovynge the worde / of Christ the Lorde
Whom the do alway resiste
Let go the whore of Babilon
That rydeth upon the beast.
¶ Ye proude and cruell Egipcians
That dyd us so great wronge
The lorde hath sent us delyveraunce
Thoughe the have troubled us longe
Youre Pharao / with other mo
Is drowned in the reed see
Let go the whore of Babilon
With her captivite.
¶ Ye Cananites the enemyes all
Though the were many in dede
Yet hath the lorde geven you a fall
And is delyvered
Even in youre londe / do we now stonde
Oure lorde god hath brought us in
Let go the whore of Babilon
And fle from all her synne.
¶ Dagon Dagon that false ydoll
The Philistines god
Which hath deceaved many a soule
In soch honoure he stode
But now the lorde / with his swete worde
Hath broken hym downe before the Arke
Let go the whore of Babilon O4rFo.lvi.
And forsake the beestes marke.
¶ Balaam Balaam thou false prophet
Thou hast cursed us ryght sore
Yet in to a blessynge hath god turned it
No thanke to the therfore
For thy belye / thou woldest lye
Though god make the to saye the soth
Let go the whore of Babilon
And turne you to the trueth.
¶ Thy god be praysed o Daniel
For his goodnesse so great
The gredy prestes of the Idoll Bel
Were wonte to moche to eate
And that prively / no man dyd se
But now the kynge hath spied theyr cast
Let go the whore of Babilon
For Bell is destroyed at the last.
¶ O glorious god full of mercye
We thanke the evermore
Thou hast shewed us thy verite
Thy name be praysed therfore
For thy swete worde / O gracious lorde
Let us be ever thankfull to the
And sende the whore of Babilon
In to captivite.
¶ Rejoyse with me thou heaven above
And the Apostles all
Be glad the people for Christes love
That the whore hath gotten a fall
Be thankfull now I requyre you O4v
Amende youre lyves while the have space
Let go the whorre of Babilon
And thankes god of his grace.
¶ The songes conteyned in this boke,
- Thre songes of the holy goost. fo.i.
- Another of the Trenite. fo.iiii.
- Two of the. x. co[m]- mau[n]deme[n]tes. fo.v.
- Two of the Crede. fo.vii.
- Two of the Pater no. fo.xi.
- Be glad now al ye christen men. fo.xiii.
- Now is oure health. fo.xv.
- Christ is the only sonne of. fo.xvii.
- Media vita. fo.xviii.
- By Adams fal. fo.xix.
- Wake up. fo.xxii.
- I cal on ye. fo.xxiiii.
- Of Christes byrth. fo.xxvi.
- Two of the resurrection. fo.xxvii.
- Gloria in excelsis deo. fo.xxviii.
- Magnificat. fo.xxx.
- Nunc dimittis. fo.xxxi.
- The,xi,Psalme. Sal- uum the fac. fo.xxxii.
- The.ii.psalme. Quare fre muerunt. fo.xxxiii.
- The.xlv.psalme. Deus no/ ster refugium. fo.xxxv.
- The.Cxxiii.psal. Nisi quia dominus. fo.xxxvi.
- The.Cxxxvi.psalme. Super flumina babi. fo.xxxvii.
- The. Cxxvii. Beati omnes, Another of the same. fo.xxxix.
- The.L.psalme. Miserers mei deus. Another of the same. fo.xli.
- The.Cxxix.psalme, De profu[n]dis fo.xliiii.
- The.xxiiii.psalme. Ad te domine leua. fo.xlv.
- The.lxvii.psal. De[us] misereatur. fo.xlvii.
- The.xiii.psal, Dixit insipiens. fo.xlix.
- The.C. xlvii.psal. Lauda hierusale[m]. fo.l,
- The,C,xxxiii, Ecce qu[am] bon[um], fo,li,
- O heavenly lorde, fo,liii,
- Let go the whore of babilon, fo,fo,lvi,
¶ Imprynted by me Iohan Gough. Cum privilegio regali.