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FOR THE HOUR OF

PRIME.

The Versicle.
Lord by thy sweet & saving SIGN.

The Responsor.
Defend us from our foes & thine.
V. Thou shalt open.
R. And my mouth.
. O God make speed.
R. O LORD make hast.

Glory be to.
As it was in.

THE HYMN.

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He early Prime blushes to say

She could not rise so soon, as they
Callid Pilat up; to try if He
Could lend them any cruelty.

Their hands with lashes arm’d, their toungs with lyes.
And loathsom spittle, blott those beauteous eyes,
The blissfull springs of joy; from whose all-chearing Ray
The fair starrs fill their wakefull fires the sun himselfe drinks
Day.

The Antipho[n]a.
Victorious SIGN
That now dost shine,

Transcrib'd above
Into the land of light & love;

O let us twine
Our rootes with thine,

That we may rise
Upon thy wings, & reach the skyes.

The Versicle.

Lo we adore thee
Dread LAMB! and fall

Thus low before thee

The Responsor.
'Cause by the Convenant of thy CROSSE
Thou'hast sav'd at once the whole world's losse.

The Pray[e]r.

I pray thee, thine own pretious death, thy Crosse & Passion, betwixt my soul & thy judgment, now & in the hour of my death. And vouchsafe to graunt unto me thy grace & mercy; unto all quick & dead, remission & rest; to thy church peace & concord; to us sinners life & glory everlasting. Who livest and reignest with the Father, in the unity of the Holy Ghost, one God, world without end. Amen.

THE THIRD.

The Versicle.
Lord, by thy sweet & saving Sign

The Responsor.
Defend us from our foes & thine.
y. Thou shalt open.
R. And my mouth.

. O God make speed.
R. O LORD make hast.
♡. Glory be to.
R. As it was in the.

THE HYMN.
He Third hour's deafen'd with the cry

To crucify him, crucify:

So goes the vote (nor ask them, Why?)
Live Barabbas! & let God dy.
But there is witt in wrath, and they will try
A Hail more cruell the[n] their crucify.
For while in sport he weares a spitefull crown,
The serious showres along his decent

Face run sadly down.

The Antiphona.
CHRisT when he dy'd
Deceivd [t]he CROSSE;
And on death's side

Threw all the losse.
The captive world awak't, & found
The prisoners loose, the Ja[yl]or bound.

The Versicle.

Lo we adore thee
Dread LAMB, & fall

thus low before thee

The Responsor. 'Cause by the convenant of thy CROSSE Thou'hast sav'd at once the whole world's losse. The Prayer.

O

Lord Jesu-CHRIST, son of the living God! interpose,

I pray thee, thine own pretious death, thy Crosse & Passion, betwixt my soul & thy judgment, now & in the hour of my death. And vouchsafe to graunt unto me thy grace & mercy; unto all quick & dead, remission & rest; to thy church peace & concord; to us sinners life & glory everlasting. Who livest and reignest with the FATHER, in the unity of the HOLY Ghost, one God, [w]orld without end. Amen.

THE SIXT.

The Versicle.
Lord by thy sweet & saving Sign,

The Responsor.
Defend us from our foes & thine.
V. Thou shalt open.
R. And my mouth.
V. O God make speed.
R. O LORD make hast.
V. Glory be
R. As it was in

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THE HIMN.
Ow is The noon of sorrow's night;

High in his patience, as their spite.
Lo the faint LAMB, with weary limb
Beares that huge tree which must bear Him.
That fatall plant, so great of fame
For fruit of sorrow & of shame,
Shall swell with both for Him; & mix
All woes into one Crucifix.
Is tortur'd Thirst, it selfe, too sweet a cup?
Gall, & more bitter mocks, shall make it up.
Are Nailes blunt pens of superficiall smart?
Contempt & scorn can send sure wounds to search the inmost
Heart.

The Antiphona.

O deare & sweet Dispute
'Twixt death's & Love's farr different FRUIT!

Different as farr
As antidotes & poysons are.

By that first fatall TREE
Both life & liberty

Were sold and slain;
By this they both look up, & live again.

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