All hail, fair tree,20
Whose fruit we be!
What song shall raise
Thy seemly praise,
Who broughtst to light
Life out of death, Day out of Night!25
The Versicle.
Lo, we adore Thee,
Dread Lamb! and bow thus low before Thee:
The Responsor.
'Cause, by the couenant of Thy crosse,
Thou hast sau'd at once the whole World's losse.
The Prayer.
O Lord Iesv-Christ, Son of the liuing God!30
interpose, I pray Thee, Thine Own pretious death,
Thy crosse and passion, betwixt my soul and Thy
iudgment, now and in the hour of my death. And
vouchsafe to graunt vnto me Thy grace and mercy;
vnto all quick and dead, remission and rest; to Thy35
Church, peace and concord; to vs sinners, life and
glory euerlasting. Who liuest and reignest with
the Father, in the vnity of the Holy Ghost, one
God, world without end. Amen.
For the Hour of Prime.
The Versicle.
Lord, by Thy sweet and sailing sign!40