O God, the Maker of heavenly and earthly creatures, and the most gracious Restorer of mankind, the Dispenser of spiritual grace, and the Origin of all blessings; send downe from heaven thy Holy Spirit the Comforter upon these Rings, artificially fram'd by the workman; and by thy greate power purify them so, that all the malice of the fowle and venomous Serpent be driven out; and so the metal, which by Thee was created, may remaine pure, and free from all dregs of the enemy: through Christ our Lord. Amen. The Blessing of the Rings. O God of Abraham, God of Isaac, God of Jacob, heare mercifully our prayers. Spare those who feare Thee. Be propitious to thy suppliants; and graciously be pleased to send downe from Heaven thy holy Angel, that he may sanctify ++ and blesse ++ these Rings; to the end they may prove a healthy remedy to such as implore thy name with humility, and accuse themselves of the sins which ly upon their conscience: who deplore their crimes in the sight of thy divine clemency, and beseech, with earnestness and humility, thy most serene piety. May they in fine, by the invocation of thy holy name, become profitable to all such as weare them, for the health of their soule and body, through Christ our Lord. Amen. A Blessing. O God, who hast manifested the greatest wonders of thy power by the cure of diseases, and who were pleased that Rings should be a pledge of fidelity in the Patriark Judah, a priestly ornament in Aaron, the mark of a faithful guardian in Darius, and in this Kingdom a remedy for divers diseases; graciously be pleased to blesse ++ and sanctify ++ these Rings; to the end that all such who weare them may be free from all snares of the Devil, may be defended by the power of celestial armour; and that no contraction of the nerves, or any danger of the falling-sickness, may infest them; but that in all sort of diseases by thy help they may find relief. In the name of the Father, ++ and of the Son, ++ and of the Holy Ghost. ++ Amen. Blesse, O my soule, the Lord,* and let all things which are within me praise his holy name. Blesse, O my soule, the Lord,* and do not forget all his favours. He forgives all thy iniquities,* he heales all thy infirmities. He redeemes thy life from ruin,* he crownes thee with mercy and commiseration. He fils thy desires with what is good:* thy youth, like that of the eagle, shall be renewed. The Lord is he who does mercy,* and does, iustice to those who suffer wrong. The merciful and pitying Lord:* the long sufferer, and most mighty merciful. He wil not continue his anger for ever;* neither wil he threaten for ever. He has not dealt with us in proportion to our sins;* nor has he rendered unto us according to our offences. Because according to the distance of heaven from earth,* so has he enforced his mercies, upon those who feare him. As far distant as the east is from the west,* so far has he divided our offences from us.