TONE 7.

when one breáketh and heweth wood upon the earth.

But mine eyes look unto thee, O Lord God: in thee is my trust*, O cást not out my soúl.

Keep me from the snáre that they have laid for me and from the traps of the wicked doers.

Let the ungodly fall into their own nets together: and let me évěr escape them.

Ebening Prayer.

PSALM CXlii.

Voce mea ad Dominum.

I CRIED unto the Lord with my voice: yea, even unto the Lord did I make my supplicátion.

I poured out my complaints before him and shéwed him of my trouble.

When my spirit was in heaviness thou knewest my path in the way wherein I walked have they privily laid ǎ snáre for me.

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I looked also upon my right hand and saw there was nó man that would know me.

I had no place to flee unto: and no man cáred for my soul.

I cried unto thee, O Lord, and said: Thou art my hope and my portion* in the land of the living.

Consider my complaint: for I am brought very lów.

O deliver me from my persecutors: for they are too strong for me.

TONE 7.

Bring my soul out of prison*, that I may give thanks unto thy Name : which thing if thou wilt grant me*, then shall the righteous resórt unto my cómpăny.

PSALM CXliii. Domine, exaudi.

(ASH WEDNESDAY. EVEN.)

TONE 3.

HEAR my prayer, O Lord*, and consider my děsire heárken unto me for thy truth and righteousness' sake.

And enter not into júdgment with thy servant : for in thy sight shall nó man living be justified.

For the enemy hath persecuted my soul*; he hath smítten my life down to the ground: he hath laid me in the darkness*, as the mén that have been lóng deád.

Therefore is my spirit véxěd within me and my heart within me is désolate.

Yet do I remember the time past; I múse upon all thy works: yea, I éxercise myself in the works of thy hands.

I stretch forth my hands unto thee my soúl gáspeth unto thee as ǎ thírstỹ land.

Hear me, O Lord, and that soon*, for my spírit

TONE 3.

waxeth faint hide not thy face from me*, lest I be like unto them that go down into the pit.

O let me hear thy loving-kindness betimes in the morning, for in thee is my trust: shew thou me the way that I should walk in*, for I lift up mỹ soul untŏ theé.

Deliver me, O Lord, from mine éněmies: for I flee unto thee to hide me.

Teach me to do the thing that pleaseth thee*, for thou art my God : let thy loving Spirit lead me forth into the land of righteousness.

Quicken, me, O Lord, for thy Náme's sake and for thy righteousness' sake bring my soul out of trouble.

And of thy goodness sláy mine éněmies and destroy all them that vex my soul*; for I

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sérvant.

THE THIRTIETH DAY.

Morning Prayer.

PSALM cxliv. Benedictus Dominus.

TONE 5.

BLESSED be the Lord my strength: who teacheth

my hands to war, and my fingers to fight;

TONE 5.

My hope and my fortress, my castle and deliverer*, my defender in whom I trust who subdúeth my people that is under me.

Lord, whát is man, that thou hast such respéct unto him or the son of mán, that thou so rěgárdest him?

Man is like a thing of nought: his time passeth away like ǎ shadow.

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Bow thy heavens, O Lord, and come down toúch the mountains, and they shall smoke.

Cast forth thy lightning, and tear them: shoot out thine arrows, and consume them.

Send down thine hand from above: deliver me, and take me out of the great waters*, from the hand of strange children;

Whose mouth talketh of váněty: and their right hand is a right hand of wickedness.

I will sing a new song unto thee, O God: and sing praises unto thee upon a ten-stringed lute.

Thou hast given victory unto kings and hast delivered David thy servant from the péril of the sword.

Save me, and deliver me from the hand of strange children whose mouth talketh of vanity*, and their right hand is a right hand of iniquity.

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That our sons may grow up as the young plants : and that our daughters may be as the polished córners of thě témple.

TONE 5.

That our garners may be full and plenteous with all manner of store that our sheep may bring forth thousands and tén thousănds in our streets.

That our oxen may be strong to labour, that there be no decay: no leading into captivity*, and no complaíněng in our streets.

Happy are the people that are in such a case: yea, blessed are the people who have the Lord for their God.

PSALM CXlV. Exaltabo te, Deus.

(WHIT-SUNDAY. EVEN.)

TONE 4.

I WILL magnify thee, O God, my king: and I will praise thy Name for ever and éver.

Every day will I give thanks unto thee: and praise thy Name for evěr and éver.

Great is the Lord and marvellous*, wórthy to be praised there is no end of his greatness.

Óne generation shall praise thy works untŏ anóther : and declare thy power.

As for me, I will be talking of thy worship: thy glory, thy praise, and wondrous works;

So that men shall speak of the might of thy márvěЛlous acts: and I will also tell of thy greatness.

The memorial of thine abundant kindness shall