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 commynge of, the holy ghost Peter dyd preache in dede: Euen at Ierusalem, vvhere most The faythfull dyd encrease.

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〈♫〉〈♫〉 When that the fyftye daye was

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〈♫〉〈♫〉 When that the fyftye daye was

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〈♫〉〈♫〉 When that the fyftye daye was

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〈♫〉〈♫〉 When that the fyftye daye was

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〈♫〉〈♫〉 cum, Whytsonday full of grace,〈♫〉〈♫〉 They came together al and〈♫〉〈♫〉 some, In to a certayne

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〈♫〉〈♫〉 come, Whitsonday full of grace: They〈♫〉〈♫〉 cam together al and sum Into a certayne〈♫〉〈♫〉 place: place:

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〈♫〉〈♫〉 come Whitsonday full of grace:〈♫〉〈♫〉 They came together all and some, In∣to〈♫〉〈♫〉 a certayne place, a certayne

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〈♫〉〈♫〉 come, Whitsonday ful of grace:〈♫〉〈♫〉 They cam together all & some Into a〈♫〉〈♫〉 certayne place: place:

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〈♫〉〈♫〉 place, And sodaynlye a sound oute〈♫〉〈♫〉 brast, From heauen as it had〈♫〉〈♫〉 bene,

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〈♫〉〈♫〉 And sodaynlye, a sound oute〈♫〉〈♫〉 braste, From heauen as it had〈♫〉〈♫〉 bene: The commynge of a myghtye

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〈♫〉〈♫〉 place, And sodaynlye, a sound out〈♫〉〈♫〉 braste, From heauen as it had〈♫〉〈♫〉 bene, The

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〈♫〉〈♫〉 And sodaynlye, a sound out〈♫〉〈♫〉 braste, From heauen as it had〈♫〉〈♫〉 bene, The commynge of a

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〈♫〉〈♫〉 The commynge of a myghtye〈♫〉〈♫〉 blaste, Fyllyng the house with dene.

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〈♫〉〈♫〉 blast, Fyllyng the house with〈♫〉〈♫〉 dene: dene:

WHen that the fifty, daye was come Whitsonday full of grace: They came together, all and some In to a certayne place. ¶And sodaynlye, a sounde out braste From heauen as it had bene: The commynge of, a mighty blast Fyllynge the house with dene.

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〈♫〉〈♫〉 commynge of a myghtye blaste,〈♫〉〈♫〉 Fyllyng the house with dene.

Bassus.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 myghtye blaste, Fyllyng the〈♫〉〈♫〉 house with dene: dene:

Clouen tounges dyd, to them appeare Lyke as they had bene fyre: And sat vpon them, euery where To fulfyll their desyre. ¶The holye ghost, dyd them aduaunce To tounges ryght wyse and sage: Euen as the sprit, gaue vtteraunce So chaunged their language.

¶And there dwelt at, Ierusalem Iewes that feared the Lorde: Of euery contrey, some of them That came to beare recorde. ¶Now whā this voyce, came thus to pas The multitude dyd more: They came together, where it was And were amased sore. ¶For euery one, heard his owne tounge That he had vsed longe: They wondred all, bothe olde and younge And sayde them selues amonge: ¶Beholde are not, these men new sprong Euen out of Galile: How heare we then, eche one his tounge Wherein right borne were we. ¶Parthians, Medes, and Elamits Mesopotamians: And men of Iurye, Luke recytes Wyth Capadocians. ¶The Pontans, and the Asyans Phrigi, and Pamphilie Of Egipt, and the Lybyans Dwellinge Sirene nere bye. ¶Straūgers of Rome, Iues Proselits Tharabians sayde thus: They spake our tounges, which truly hyts Of God the workes wondrus. ¶They were amased, & sore afrayde Wōdringe at this straunge syne:

And other mocked, them and sayde They are full of newe wyne. ¶Peter stode vp, the trueth to tell Straynynge his voyce to them: Of Iury and, to those that dwell Euen at Ierusalem. ¶Be thys wel knowne, vnto you all And with your eares heare saye: These are not droncke, as ye them call Thys thyrde houre of the daye. ¶But this is it, that spoken was Of the prophet Ioell: In the last dayes, shall come to pas Sayth God as I shall tell. ¶I wyll powre out, sayth God the Lorde My spyryte vpon all fleshe: Your sonnes and, daughters shall recorde Yonge men shall see thynges freshe. ¶Your olde men shall, dreme dremes al∣wayes On my seruauntes wyll I: Powre out my sprite, euen in those dayes And they shall prophecy. ¶Wonders in heauen, I wyll prouoke And on the earth great chaunge: Blode, fire and the, vapoure of smoke Whiche shal appeare right straunge. ¶The Sunne shal turne, into darknes The Moone eke into blood: Before the daye, of great Iustes The Lorde shall thynke it good.

¶And it shalbe, euen in those dayes Who so wyll mercy craue: And call vpon, the Lorde alwayes Doutles he wyll hym saue. ¶Ye Israelites, be ye not deffe But heare thys yf ye can: The Lorde Iesus, of Nazarethe Of God approued man. ¶Amonge you was, miraculus Great wonders he dyd showe: God wrought by hym, thinges wonderus Emidst of you ye knowe. ¶Hym haue ye taken, by the handes To scourge him with a rod: After he was, geuen you in bandes By the foresyght of God. ¶Ye haue hym crucifed, and slayne But God agayne him raysed: And losed hym, from deathe and payne In him styll to be praysed. ¶Because it was, impossible To withstande his great myght: For Dauid which was, credible Dyd prophecie aryght. ¶I sawe God alwayes, before me He is on my ryght hande: That I shoulde neuer, moued be My heart dyd vnderstande. ¶Great ioyes my heart, dyd fele in dede My tounge was glad also:

My fleash dyd lyue, without all drede In hope voyde of all wo. ¶Because my soule, to make his mone In hell shall not left be: Ne yet suffer, the holye one Corruption for to see. ¶Thou hast of lyfe, shewed me the lyght With ioye my heart possest: Euen with, thy countenaunce so bryght My soule is brought to rest. ¶Ye men & brethren, my wordes marke Let me speche frely haue: Euen of Dauid, the Patriarke For he lyeth dead in graue. ¶And his sepulchre, doth remayne With vs vnto thys daye: No dout he was, a prophet playne And knewe what God dyd saye. ¶Not onely saye, but also swere And in hys othe repeate: The fruites of hys, loynes shal prospere And syt vpon his seate. ¶In that Christ in, the fleash shoulde ryse He ryght well sawe before: And sayde he shoulde, ryse vp ryght wise And lyue for euermore. ¶Hys soule shoulde not, be left in hell Hys fleash corrupt nought shall: God hath hym raysed, vp right well Wherof we wytnes all.

¶Syns now that he, by the right hande Of God exalted is: And by the Lorde, doth vnderstande The holy ghostes promis. ¶Now of hys wordes, ye knowe the ende As ye may heare and see: Dauid to heauen dyd not ascende: But truly thus sayde he. ¶The Lorde vnto, my Lorde dyd saye Syt thou on my ryght hande: Untyll I make, thy foes to staye Thy fote on them to stande. ¶All Israell, knowe thys certayne And therin to persist: The same Iesus, whome ye haue slayne God hath made Lorde and Christ. ¶When they hearde this, their hearts did fall And sayde Peter vnto: And eke to the, Apostles all Brethren what shall we do. ¶And Peter sayde, to them repent And then Baptisme begynne: In Christ his name, by whom God sent Remission of synne. Ye shall receyue, the holy goost The promyse so dyd fall: To you and yours, in euery coost Such as the Lorde shall call. ¶He bare witnes, of great comforte Exhortynge them eche one:

To saue them from, thou towarde sorte And generacion.

They that his preachinge, dyd imbrace Were baptist euen through out: There came to them, that day by grace Thre thousande soules about.

They dyd folowe, thapostles lore Doctrine and companye: Breakynge their breade, and euermore In prayer certaynelye.

And eke of euery soule the fere Of God on them dyd fall: Wonders and sygnes, were shewed eche where By the apostles all.

And such as dyd, beleue Gods wyll Together kept in bandes: To haue all thynges, in comen styll They solde their goodes and landes.

Departynge them, euen in the Lorde As euery man had nede: Beinge daylye, with one accorde In the temple in dede.

In euerye house, the breade to parte Their meate to eate aryght:

With ioye, and singlenes of hearte Praysynge the God of myght.

They had fauour, with euery one The Lorde added right fre: Unto the congregacion Suche as shoulde saued he.