TONE 7.

Take thy plague away from me: I am even consumed by the means of thy heávy hand.

When thou with rebukes dost chasten man for sin*, thou makest his beauty to consume away*, like as it were a moth frétting a gárment: évery man therefore is but vánĭty.

Hear my prayer, O Lord*, and with thine ears consíděr my cálling: hóld not thy peace at my teárs. For I am a stranger with thee and a sojourner*, as áll my fáthĕrs were.

O spare me a little*, that I may recover my strength before I go hénce, and bě nó more seen.

PSALM xl. Expectans expectavi.

(GOOD FRIDAY. MORN.)

TONE 2.

I WAITED patiently for the Lord: and he inclined unto me, and heard my calling.

He brought me also out of the horrible pit*, out of the mire and clay and set my feet upon the rock*, and órdered my goings.

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And he hath put a new song in my mouth: even a thanksgiving unto our God.

Many shall see it, and fear and shall put their trúst in the Lord.

Blessed is the man that hath set his hope in the

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Lord and turned not unto the proud*, and to such as go about with lies.

O Lord my God, great are the wondrous works which thou hast done*, like as he also thy thoughts which are to us-ward: and yet there is no man that órdereth them unto thee.

If I should declare them, and speák of them: they should be more than I am áble to express.

Sacrifice, and meat-offering, thou wouldest not : but mine eárs hast thou opened.

Burnt-offerings, and sacrifice for sin, hast thou not required: then said I, Lo, I come,

In the volume of the book it is written of me*, that I should fulfil thy will, O my God: I am content to do it; yea, thy láw is within my heart.

I have declared thy righteousness in the great congregation lo, I will not refrain my lips, O Lord*,

and that thou knowest.

heart:

I have not hid thy righteousness within my my talk hath been of thy truth, and of thy salvation. I have not kept back thy loving mercy and truth: from the great cóngregátion.

Withdraw not thou thy mercy from me, O Lord : let thy loving-kindness and thy truth alway prěsérve

me.

For innumerable troubles are come about me*; my sins have taken such hold upon me that I am not able to look up yea, they are more in number

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than the hairs of my head*, and my heart hath failed

me.

O Lord, let it be thy pleasure to deliver me: make haste, O Lord, tŏ hélp me.

Let them be ashamed, and confounded together *, that seek after my soul to destroy it let them be driven backward, and put to rebuke*, that wísh mě évil.

Let them be desolate, and rewarded with shame : that say unto me*, Fie upon thee, fie upon thee.

Let all those that seek thee be joyful and glad in thee: and let such as love thy salvation say alway*, The Lord be praised.

As for me, I am poor and needy but the Lórd careth for me.

Thou art my helper and redeemer make no long tarrying, O my God.

Evening Prayer.

PSALM xli. Beatus qui intelligit.

TONE 7.

BLESSED is he that considereth the poor and needy: the Lord shall deliver him in the time of trouble. The Lord preserve him, and keep him alive*, that

TONE 7.

he may be blessed upon earth and deliver not thou him into the will of his éněmies.

The Lord comfort him, when he lieth sick upɔn his bed make thou all his bed in his sickness.

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I said*, Lord, be mérciful unto me : heal my soul*, for I have sinned against thee.

Mine enemies speak evil of me: When shall he díe, and his name perish?

And if he come to see me*, he speákěth vanity : and his heart conceiveth falsehood within himself *, and when he cometh fórth he télleth it.

All mine enemies whisper togéthěr against me : even against me do they imágine this évil.

Let the sentence of guiltiness proceed against him : and now that he lieth, let him rise up no more.

Yea, even mine own familiar friend, whom I trusted who did also eat of my bread*, hath laid great wait for me.

But be thou mérciful unto me, O Lord: raise thou me up again, and I shall reward them.

By this I know thou favoŭrest me that mine enemy doth not tríumph against me.

And when I am in my health*, thóu upholdest me: and shalt set me before thy face for ever.

Blessed be the Lord God of Israel: world without end. Amen.

PSALM xlii. Quemadmodum.

TONE 7.

LIKE as the hart desireth the water-brooks: só longeth my soul after thee, O God.

My soul is athirst for God*, yeá, even for the líving God: whén shall I come to appear before the presence of God?

My tears have been my meat day and night: while they daily say unto me*, Whére is now thy God?

Now when I think thereupon*, I pour out my heart by myself: for I went with the multitude, and brought them fórth into the house of God;

In the voice of praise and thanksgiving: among such as keep hóly-day.

Why art thou so full of heaviness, O my soul: and why art thou so disquieted withín me?

Put thy trust in God: for I will yet give him thanks for the help of his coúntenance.

My God*, my soul is véxěd withín me therefore will I remember thee concerning the land of Jordan* and the little hill of Hermon.

One deep calleth another*, because of the noise of the wátĕr-pipes all thy waves and storms are gone óver me.

The Lord hath granted his loving-kindness in the day-time and in the night-season did I sing of him*, and made my prayer unto the God of my life.

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I will say unto the God of my strength*, Why