The Actes of the Apostles, translated into Englyshe metre, and dedicated to the kynges moste excellent maiestye, by Christofer Tye, Doctor in musyke, and one of the gentylmen of hys graces moste honourable chappell, wyth notes to eche chapter, to synge and also to play vpon the lute, very necessarye for studentes after theyr studye, to fyle theyr wyttes, and also for all Christians that cannot synge, to reade the good and Godlye storyes of the lyues of Christ hys Apostles

The contentes.

HOVVE Peter savve, the vision playne And then the Lorde sent hym: To Cornelye the good Captayne The Heathen receaue Baptym.

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THen was there one, Cornelius Whiche dwelt at Cesarye: A Captayne good, and gracius Of those of Italye.

Deuout he was, and God dyd feare So dyd hys famelye: In almes great, and in prayer Abode continuallye.

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Unto hys syght, God dyd bewraye Hys angell glorius: About the nynth, houre of the daye Whiche sayde Cornelius.

Who loked vp, hym to beholde And was afrayed certayne: He sayde how Lorde, may I beholde To knowe the matter playne.

The angel sayde, then in that place Thyne almesse and prayers all: Dyd come before, the throne of grace When thou to God dydst call.

Wherfore to Ioppa, sende anon Some trustye messenger: And byd hym call, for one Simon Whose surname is Peter.

In Simon tanners, house he is Lodged by the sea syde: Who shall thee teache, the worde of blis Wherin thou shalt abyde.

And when the angel, that spake thus Departed was and gon: Then strayt way dyd, Cornelius Two seruauntes call vppon.

And eke a deuoute, sougyer On hym that dyd attend: He tolde hys mynde, and for Peter To Ioppa dyd them send.

Then on the morne, they rose right soone And went fast on their waye: But Peter went, about hygh noone Up in a loft to praye.

When hunger dyd, moue hym to eate Wishynge for sustenance: While they for hym, prepared meate He fell into a trance.

And sawe y^e heauen, then cleaue in twayne A vessell downe dyd glyde: And to his syght, appeared playne▪ A shete both large and wyde.

The corners knyt, hauynge therin Fourfoted beastes ful fayre: Wormes of eche sort, also vermyn And eke foules of the ayre.

There came a voyce, to hym and sayde Ryse Peter kyll and eate: But Peter then, as one dismayde Began thus to entreate.

And sayde no Lorde, that I refuse It were synne as I meane: For I in meate, dyd neuer vse Thynges common or vncleane.

The voyce then spake, the seconde tyme And sayde of thys be sure: What God doth clense, is voyde of crime Make thou it not vnpure.

Thys was done thryse, in hys presens The truth to tell you playne: The vessell then, dyd vanyshe thens Up in to heauen agayne.

When Peter thus, was in great dout What thys shoulde signifie: Beholde the men, that were sent out From captayne Cornelye.

Enquired where, Simon dyd dwell Before the dore standynge: Desyrynge one, to them to tell Where was Peters lodgynge.

While Peter in, hys mynde dyd muse What thys straunge syght myght be The sprite to hym, these words dyd vse Beholde these men seke thee.

Aryse and do, thy selfe prepare To go with them an ende: And haue no dout, nor yet no feare For I to thee them sende.

Then Peter to, the men downe went And sayde lo I am he: Hath any man, you to me sent What is your wyl with me.

They sayde captayne, Cornelius A iust man without blame: Whiche feareth God, most gracius Of good reporte and fame.

Amonge the people, of the Iues Was warned by an angell: To sende for thee, to heare good newes Of Gods most holye Gospell.

Into the house, with good entent He dyd them leade to hostage: The next daye then, forth Peter went With them euen in their vyage.

And certayne brethren, of Ioppaye Dyd beare hym companye: So dyd they all, on the thirde daye Come vnto Cesarye.

Cornelius then, with hys kynred And frendes especiall: Whome he together had called Wayted for Peter all.

And as Peter, by chaunce came in The Captayne dyd hym mete: In presence of hys, frendes and kin Fell downe at Peters fete.

To worshyp hym, then at a brayde Cornelius then began: But Peter toke, hym vp and sayde Stand vp I am a man.

So Peter led, hym forth with talke Untyl he entred in: Where he dyd fynde, much people walke And then he dyd begyn.

And sayde to them, ye knowe before That heauye is the daunger: For vs the Iues, by Moyses lore To ioyne with a straunger.

But yet the Lorde, hath shewed to me That I shoulde call no more: No man vncleane, what so he be I douted not therfore:

To come as soone, as you dyd sende To knowe what it myght be: I aske you now, therfore the ende And cause ye sent for me.

It is now sayde, Cornelius About foure dayes a go: Synce that I was, muche desyrus To fast and praye also.

Then in my house, at the nynth houer As I was there prayinge: Beholde one stode, of myghtye power By me in bryght clothynge.

He sayde to me, Cornelius Thy prayer is accept: Thy almes dedes, are precius And in remembraunce kept.

Before the face, of God always Which is our God alone: Therfore with spede, sende to Ioppaye And call for one Simone.

Whose surname, is called Peter At Inne he doth abyde: And lodge with Simon the tanner Not far from the sea syde.

When he commeth, he shall playnly Do thee to vnderstande: What is my wyll, and then dyd I Sende for thee out of hande.

It is well done, that thou art come For we are here present: Before the Lorde, bothe all and some To heare hys commaundment.

Wyth open mouthe, Peter sayde then From truthe I will not waue: Before the Lorde no sortes of men Preeminence can haue.

But all suche as, feareth his grace And worketh ryghtwisenes: Wyth his mereye, he doth embrace Acceptyng more and les.

The word that God, to Israell Through Iesus Christ dyd sende He is the Lord, ye know ryght well In euery coast and ende.

How it was than, bruted amonge The Iues in eche countre: But fyrst of all, how that it spronge Euen out of Galile.

After Iohns Baptyme, and preachyng God wyth his holy brethe: And strength anoynted priest and Kynge Iesus of Nazarethe.

Whiche went aboute, and much good dyd To those that were in payne: From Satans force, he dyd them ryd God was wyth him certayne.

Of all he dyd, the Iues vntyll And in their chefe Cite: We witnes are, whom they dyd kyll And hanged vpon a tre.

Whome God dyd rayse, y^e thyrd daye next And shew him openlye- Not to all men, as sayth the text But vnto vs onelye.

Whome God dyd chose, to beare witnes Whiche fead wyth meate and bread: And dranke wyth him, alyue doutles Arisen from the dead.

And vs to preache, commaunded he And to enstruct eche head: That God appoynted, hym to be A iudge of quicke and dead.

The Prophetes all, witnes with fame That all beleuers wynnes: Through hys merites, and holy name Remission of their synnes.

Whyle Peter yet, these words dyd tell That God dyd hym afforde: The holy ghost, on them all fell That hearkned to the worde.

The faythfull people, of the Iewes Which Peter with hym led: Amased were, sore at those newes When that Gods sprite was shed.

And powred on, the heathen sorte Whom they without delay: With diuers tonges, heard make reporte Of Gods high prayse alway

At that tyme Peter dyd aunswere May any man vs let: Or els forbyd, but that watere Amonge vs may be fet.

To baptise these, both lest and most Which here in presence be: Endewde nowe with, the holy ghost To grace as well as we.

And to prepare, these to Baptym He charged them strayght wayes Then in Gods name, they moued hym To tarye there fewe dayes.