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 Thy 35 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 _The Responsor._ Defend vs from our foes and Thine. _V._ Thou shalt open my lips, O Lord. _R._ And my mouth shall shew forth Thy praise. _V._ O God, make speed to save me. _R._ O Lord, make hast to help me. 45 _V._ Glory be to, &c. _R._ As it was in the, &c. THE HYMN. The early Prime blushes to say She could not rise so soon, as they Call'd Pilat vp; to try if he 50 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 ioy; from whose all-chearing ray The fair starrs fill their wakefull fires, the sun him- self drinks day. 55 _The Antiphona._ Victorious sign That now dost shine, Transcrib'd aboue Into the land of light and loue; O let vs twine 60 Our rootes with thine, That we may rise Vpon thy wings, and reach the skyes. _The Versicle._ Lo, we adore Thee, Dread Lamb! and fall 65 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._