OREMUS: 8 February 2008
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OREMUS for Friday, February 8, 2008
O God, make speed to save us;
O Lord, make haste to help us.
Blessed are you, God of compassion and mercy,
to you be praise and glory for ever.
In the darkness of our sin,
your light breaks forth like the dawn
and your healing springs up for deliverance.
As we rejoice in the gift of your saving help,
sustain us with your bountiful Spirit
and open our lips to sing your praise:
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit,
Blessed be God for ever!
An opening canticle may be sung.
My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?*
and are so far from my cry
and from the words of my distress?
O my God, I cry in the daytime,
but you do not answer;*
by night as well, but I find no rest.
Yet you are the Holy One,*
enthroned upon the praises of Israel.
Our forebears put their trust in you;*
they trusted and you delivered them.
They cried out to you and were delivered;*
they trusted in you and were not put to shame.
But as for me, I am a worm and no man,*
scorned by all and despised by the people.
All who see me laugh me to scorn;*
they curl their lips and wag their heads, saying,
'He trusted in the Lord; let him deliver him;*
let him rescue him, if he delights in him.'
Yet you are he who took me out of the womb,*
and kept me safe upon my mother's breast.
I have been entrusted to you ever since I was born;*
you were my God
when I was still in my mother's womb.
Be not far from me, for trouble is near,*
and there is none to help.
Many young bulls encircle me;*
strong bulls of Bashan surround me.
They open wide their jaws at me,*
like a ravening and a roaring lion.
I am poured out like water;
all my bones are out of joint;*
my heart within my breast is melting wax.
My mouth is dried out like a pot-sherd;
my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth;*
and you have laid me in the dust of the grave.
Packs of dogs close me in,
and gangs of evildoers circle around me;*
they pierce my hands and my feet;
I can count all my bones.
They stare and gloat over me;*
they divide my garments among them;
they cast lots for my clothing.
Be not far away, O Lord;*
you are my strength; hasten to help me.
Save me from the sword,*
my life from the power of the dog.
Save me from the lion's mouth,*
my wretched body from the horns of wild bulls.
I will declare your name to my people;*
in the midst of the congregation I will praise you.
Praise the Lord, you that fear him;*
stand in awe of him, O offspring of Israel;
all you of Jacob's line, give glory.
For he does not despise nor abhor
the poor in their poverty;
neither does he hide his face from them;*
but when they cry to him he hears them.
My praise is of him in the great assembly;*
I will perform my vows
in the presence of those who worship him.
The poor shall eat and be satisfied,
and those who seek the Lord shall praise him:*
'May your heart live for ever!'
All the ends of the earth
shall remember and turn to the Lord,*
and all the families of the nations
shall bow before him.
For kingship belongs to the Lord;*
he rules over the nations.
To him alone all who sleep in the earth
bow down in worship;*
all who go down to the dust fall before him.
My soul shall live for him;
my descendants shall serve him;*
they shall be known as the Lord's for ever.
They shall come and make known to a people yet unborn*
the saving deeds that he has done.
A Song of Christ the Servant 1 Peter 2.21b-25
Christ suffered for you, leaving you an example,
that you should follow in his steps.
He committed no sin, no guile was found on his lips,
when he was reviled, he did not revile in turn.
When he suffered, he did not threaten,
but he trusted himself to God who judges justly.
Christ himself bore our sins in his body on the tree,
that we might die to sin and live to righteousness.
By his wounds, you have been healed,
for you were straying like sheep,
but have now returned
to the shepherd and guardian of your souls.
Worship the Lord, O Jerusalem;*
praise your God, O Zion;
For he has strengthened the bars of your gates;*
he has blessed your children within you.
He has established peace on your borders;*
he satisfies you with the finest wheat.
He sends out his command to the earth,*
and his word runs very swiftly.
He gives snow like wool;*
he scatters hoarfrost like ashes.
He scatters his hail like bread crumbs;*
who can stand against his cold?
He sends forth his word and melts them;*
he blows with his wind and the waters flow.
He declares his word to Jacob,*
his statutes and his judgements to Israel.
He has not done so to any other nation;*
to them he has not revealed his judgements.
FIRST READING [Isaiah 58.1 9a]:
Shout out, do not hold back!
Lift up your voice like a trumpet!
Announce to my people their rebellion,
to the house of Jacob their sins.
Yet day after day they seek me
and delight to know my ways,
as if they were a nation that practised righteousness
and did not forsake the ordinance of their God;
they ask of me righteous judgements,
they delight to draw near to God.
'Why do we fast, but you do not see?
Why humble ourselves, but you do not notice?'
Look, you serve your own interest on your fast-day,
and oppress all your workers.
Look, you fast only to quarrel and to fight
and to strike with a wicked fist.
Such fasting as you do today
will not make your voice heard on high.
Is such the fast that I choose,
a day to humble oneself?
Is it to bow down the head like a bulrush,
and to lie in sackcloth and ashes?
Will you call this a fast,
a day acceptable to the Lord?
Is not this the fast that I choose:
to loose the bonds of injustice,
to undo the thongs of the yoke,
to let the oppressed go free,
and to break every yoke?
Is it not to share your bread with the hungry,
and bring the homeless poor into your house;
when you see the naked, to cover them,
and not to hide yourself from your own kin?
Then your light shall break forth like the dawn,
and your healing shall spring up quickly;
your vindicator shall go before you,
the glory of the Lord shall be your rearguard.
Then you shall call, and the Lord will answer;
you shall cry for help, and he will say, Here I am.
Words: William Cowper, 1779
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Sometimes a light surprises
the Christian while he sings;
it is the Lord who rises
with healing in his wings:
when comforts are declining,
he grants the soul again
a season of clear shining,
to cheer it after rain.
In holy contemplation
we sweetly then pursue
the theme of God's salvation,
and find it ever new;
set free from present sorrow,
we cheerfully can say,
let the unknown tomorrow
bring with it what it may,
It can bring with it nothing
but he will bear us through:
who gives the lilies clothing
will clothe his people, too:
beneath the spreading heavens
no creature but is fed;
and he who feeds the ravens
will give his children bread.
Though vine nor fig tree neither
their wonted fruit should bear,
though all the fields should wither,
nor flocks nor herds be there;
yet, God the same abiding,
his praise shall tune my voice;
for, while in him confiding,
I cannot but rejoice.
SECOND READING [Matthew 9.14 15]:
The disciples of John came to Jesus saying, 'Why do we and the Pharisees fast often,
but your disciples do not fast?' And Jesus said to them, 'The wedding-guests cannot
mourn as long as the bridegroom is with them, can they? The days will come when the
bridegroom is taken away from them, and then they will fast.'
The Benedictus (Morning),
the Magnificat (Evening), or
Nunc dimittis (Night) may follow.
Send forth your strength, O God,
Establish what you have wrought in us.
Uphold all those who fall
And raise up those who are bowed down.
Open the eyes of the blind
And set the prisoners free.
Sustain the orphan and widow
And give food to those who hunger.
Grant them the joy of your help again
And sustain them with your Spirit.
O Lord, judge the peoples
And take all nations for your own.
For your Church, O Lord, we pray, especially
Lord, in your mercy, hear our prayer.
your tortured Son felt abandoned,
and cried out in anguish from the cross,
yet you delivered him.
Do not hide your face from those who cry to you:
feed the hungry, strengthen the weak,
and break the chains of the oppressed,
that your people may rejoice in your saving deeds.
This we ask in the Name of Jesus Christ our Savior. Amen.
Trusting in the compassion of God,
let us pray as our Savior taught us:
- The Lord's Prayer
Christ give us grace to grow in holiness,
to deny ourselves,
take up our cross, and follow him. Amen.
The psalms and the invitation to the Lord's Prayer are from _Celebrating Common
Prayer_ (Mowbray), (c) The Society of Saint Francis 1992, which is used with
The canticle is from _Common Worship: Daily Prayer, Preliminary
Edition_, copyright (c) The Archbishops' Council, 2002.
The biblical passage is from The New Revised Standard Version (Anglicized
Edition), copyright (c) 1989, 1995 by the Division of Christian Education
of the National Council of the Churches of Christ in the USA. Used by
permission. All rights reserved.
The opening prayer of thanksgiving and the closing sentence are adapted from
prayers in _Book of Common Worship_, (c) 1993 Westminster
/ John Knox Press.
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