OREMUS: 15 March 2010
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OREMUS for Monday, March 15, 2010
O God, make speed to save us;
O Lord, make haste to help us.
Glory to you, O Champion of all Loves,
who for our sake endured the cross,
encountered the enemy and tasted death.
Glory be to you, O King of all kings,
who for our salvation
wrestled with principalities and powers,
subdued the forces of hell
and won the greatest of all victories.
To you be all praise, all glory and all love;
now and for ever. Amen.
An opening canticle may be sung.
We give you thanks, O God, we give you thanks,*
calling upon your name
and declaring all your wonderful deeds.
'I will appoint a time,' says God;*
'I will judge with equity.
'Though the earth and all its inhabitants are quaking,*
I will make its pillars fast.
'I will say to the boasters, "Boast no more",*
and to the wicked, "Do not toss your horns;
'"Do not toss your horns so high,*
nor speak with a proud neck."'
For judgement is neither from the east
nor from the west,*
nor yet from the wilderness or the mountains.
It is God who judges;*
he puts down one and lifts up another.
For in the Lord's hand there is a cup,
full of spiced and foaming wine, which he pours out,*
and all the wicked of the earth
shall drink and drain the dregs.
But I will rejoice for ever;*
I will sing praises to the God of Jacob.
He shall break off all the horns of the wicked;*
but the horns of the righteous shall be exalted.
In Judah is God known;*
his name is great in Israel.
At Salem is his tabernacle,*
and his dwelling is in Zion.
There he broke the flashing arrows,*
the shield, the sword and the weapons of battle.
How glorious you are!*
more splendid than the everlasting mountains!
The strong of heart have been despoiled;
they sink into sleep;*
none of the warriors can lift a hand.
At your rebuke, O God of Jacob,*
both horse and rider lie stunned.
What terror you inspire!*
who can stand before you when you are angry?
>From heaven you pronounced judgement;*
the earth was afraid and was still;
When God rose up to judgement*
and to save all the oppressed of the earth.
Truly, wrathful Edom will give you thanks,*
and the remnant of Hamath will keep your feasts.
Make a vow to the Lord your God and keep it;*
let all around him bring gifts
to him who is worthy to be feared.
He breaks the spirit of princes,*
and strikes terror in the kings of the earth.
I will cry aloud to God;*
I will cry aloud and he will hear me.
In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord;*
my hands were stretched out by night and did not tire;
I refused to be comforted.
I think of God, I am restless,*
I ponder and my spirit faints.
You will not let my eyelids close;*
I am troubled and I cannot speak.
I consider the days of old;*
I remember the years long past;
I commune with my heart in the night;*
I ponder and search my mind.
Will the Lord cast me off for ever?*
will he no more show his favour?
Has his lovingkindness come to an end for ever?*
has his promise failed for evermore?
Has God forgotten to be gracious?*
has he, in his anger, withheld his compassion?
And I said, 'My grief is this:*
the right hand of the Most High has lost its power.'
I will remember the works of the Lord,*
and call to mind your wonders of old time.
I will meditate on all your acts*
and ponder your mighty deeds.
Your way, O God, is holy;*
who is so great a god as our God?
You are the God who works wonders*
and have declared your power among the peoples.
By your strength you have redeemed your people,*
the children of Jacob and Joseph.
The waters saw you, O God;
the waters saw you and trembled;*
the very depths were shaken.
The clouds poured out water; the skies thundered;*
your arrows flashed to and fro;
The sound of your thunder was in the whirlwind;
your lightnings lit up the world;*
the earth trembled and shook.
Your way was in the sea,
and your paths in the great waters,*
yet your footsteps were not seen.
You led your people like a flock*
by the hand of Moses and Aaron.
FIRST READING [Gen. 44]:
Then Joseph commanded the steward of his house, Fill the mens sacks with food, as much as they can carry, and put each mans money in the top of his sack. Put my cup, the silver cup, in the top of the sack of the youngest, with his money for the grain. And he did as Joseph told him. As soon as the morning was light, the men were sent away with their donkeys. When they had gone only a short distance from the city, Joseph said to his steward, Go, follow after the men; and when you overtake them, say to them, Why have you returned evil for good? Why have you stolen my silver cup? Is it not from this that my lord drinks? Does he not indeed use it for divination? You have done wrong in doing this.
When he overtook them, he repeated these words to them. They said to him, Why does my lord speak such words as these? Far be it from your servants that they should do such a thing! Look, the money that we found at the top of our sacks, we brought back to you from the land of Canaan; why then would we steal silver or gold from your lords house? Should it be found with any one of your servants, let him die; moreover, the rest of us will become my lords slaves. He said, Even so; in accordance with your words, let it be: he with whom it is found shall become my slave, but the rest of you shall go free. Then each one quickly lowered his sack to the ground, and each opened his sack. He searched, beginning with the eldest and ending with the youngest; and the cup was found in Benjamins sack. At this they tore their clothes. Then each one loaded his donkey, and they returned to the city.
Judah and his brothers came to Josephs house while he was still there; and they fell to the ground before him. Joseph said to them, What deed is this that you have done? Do you not know that one such as I can practise divination? And Judah said, What can we say to my lord? What can we speak? How can we clear ourselves? God has found out the guilt of your servants; here we are then, my lords slaves, both we and also the one in whose possession the cup has been found. But he said, Far be it from me that I should do so! Only the one in whose possession the cup was found shall be my slave; but as for you, go up in peace to your father.
Then Judah stepped up to him and said, O my lord, let your servant please speak a word in my lords ears, and do not be angry with your servant; for you are like Pharaoh himself. My lord asked his servants, saying, Have you a father or a brother? And we said to my lord, We have a father, an old man, and a young brother, the child of his old age. His brother is dead; he alone is left of his mothers children, and his father loves him. Then you said to your servants, Bring him down to me, so that I may set my eyes on him. We said to my lord, The boy cannot leave his father, for if he should leave his father, his father would die. Then you said to your servants, Unless your youngest brother comes down with you, you shall see my face no more. When we went back to your servant my father we told him the words of my lord. And when our father said, Go again, buy us a little food, we said, We cannot go down. Only if our youngest brother goes with us, will we go down; for we cannot see the mans face unless our youngest brother is with us. Then your servant my father said to us, You know that my wife bore me two sons; one left me, and I said, Surely he has been torn to pieces; and I have never seen him since. If you take this one also from me, and harm comes to him, you will bring down my grey hairs in sorrow to Sheol. Now therefore, when I come to your servant my father and the boy is not with us, then, as his life is bound up in the boys life, when he sees that the boy is not with us, he will die; and your servants will bring down the grey hairs of your servant our father with sorrow to Sheol. For your servant became surety for the boy to my father, saying, If I do not bring him back to you, then I will bear the blame in the sight of my father all my life. Now therefore, please let your servant remain as a slave to my lord in place of the boy; and let the boy go back with his brothers. For how can I go back to my father if the boy is not with me? I fear to see the suffering that would come upon my father.
Words: John Ellerton (1826-1893)
Tune: Colchester, Farmborough, Old 112th
God of the living, in whose eyes
Unveiled Thy whole creation lies,
All souls are Thine; we must not say
That those are dead who pass away;
>From this our world of flesh set free,
We know them living unto Thee.
Released from earthly toil and strife,
With Thee is hidden still their life;
Thine are their thoughts, their works, their powers,
All Thine, and yet most truly ours;
For well we know, where'er they be,
Our dead are living unto Thee.
Not spilt like water on the ground,
Not wrapped in dreamless sleep profound,
Not wandering in unknown despair,
Beyond Thy voice, Thine arm, Thy care,
Not left to lie like fallen tree;
Not dead, but living unto Thee.
Thy word is true, Thy will is just:
To Thee we leave them, Lord, in trust;
And bless Thee for the love which gave
Thy Son to fill a human grave,
That none might fear that world to see
Where all are living unto Thee.
O Giver unto man of breath,
O Holder of the keys of death,
O Quickener of the life within,
Save us from death, the death of sin;
That body, soul, and spirit be
For ever living unto Thee!
SECOND READING [Mark 12:18-27]:
Some Sadducees, who say there is no resurrection, came to Jesus and asked him a question, saying, 'Teacher, Moses wrote for us that if a man's brother dies, leaving a wife but no child, the man shall marry the widow and raise up children for his brother. There were seven brothers; the first married and, when he died, left no children; and the second married her and died, leaving no children; and the third likewise; none of the seven left children. Last of all the woman herself died. In the resurrection whose wife will she be? For the seven had married her.'
Jesus said to them, 'Is not this the reason you are wrong, that you know neither the scriptures nor the power of God? For when they rise from the dead, they neither marry nor are given in marriage, but are like angels in heaven. And as for the dead being raised, have you not read in the book of Moses, in the story about the bush, how God said to him, I am the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob? He is God not of the dead, but of the living; you are quite wrong.'
The Benedictus (Morning),
the Magnificat (Evening), or
Nunc dimittis (Night) may follow.
Lord, open a path for your Word
To declare the mystery of Christ.
Turn now, O God of hosts;
Behold and tend the vine you have planted.
May your people rejoice and sing,
And your ministers be clothed with salvation.
May they stand and feed your flock
In the strength of your name.
Keep from trouble all those who trust in you
And forget not the poor for ever.
Have mercy, O Lord, upon us,
As we have put our hope in you.
When you came among us in majesty, O God,
you took the form of a servant.
May we whom you call to your priestly service
work to establish justice on earth,
that we may inherit your kingdom in heaven;
through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.
Trusting in the compassion of God,
let us pray as our Savior taught us:
- The Lord's Prayer
Help us, O Lord Jesus Christ,
to enter in your sorrows and to rejoice in your victory;
to embrace your cross and to wear your crown;
to receive the wounds of your love
and to behold you in glory and light;
for your own name's sake. Amen.
The psalms are from _Celebrating Common Prayer_ (Mowbray), (c) The Society of Saint Francis 1992, which is used with permission.
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 adapts phrases from _Opening
Prayers: Collects in Contemporary Language_. Canterbury Press,
The closing sentence is from _New Patterns for Worship_,
copyright (c) The Archbishops' Council, 2002.
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