OREMUS: 8 November 2010
steve.benner at oremus.org
Sun Nov 7 17:32:20 GMT 2010
Visit our website at http://www.oremus.org
OREMUS for November 8
Lord, open our lips,
and our mouth shall proclaim your praise.
Blessed are you, God our Maker,
where nothing was you wove the web of being
and still you draw the universe to its fulfillment.
Dawn and evening celebrate your glory
till time shall be no more.
For these and all your mercies, we praise you:
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit:
Blessed be God for ever!
An opening canticle may be sung.
O Lord, do not rebuke me in your anger;*
do not punish me in your wrath.
For your arrows have already pierced me,*
and your hand presses hard upon me.
There is no health in my flesh,
because of your indignation;*
there is no soundness in my body, because of my sin.
For my iniquities overwhelm me;*
like a heavy burden they are too much for me to bear.
My wounds stink and fester*
by reason of my foolishness.
I am utterly bowed down and prostrate;*
I go about in mourning all the day long.
My loins are filled with searing pain;*
there is no health in my body.
I am utterly numb and crushed;*
I wail, because of the groaning of my heart.
O Lord, you know all my desires,*
and my sighing is not hidden from you.
My heart is pounding, my strength has failed me,*
and the brightness of my eyes is gone from me.
My friends and companions draw back from my affliction;*
my neighbours stand afar off.
Those who seek after my life lay snares for me;*
those who strive to hurt me speak of my ruin
and plot treachery all the day long.
But I am like the deaf who do not hear,*
like those who are mute and do not open their mouth.
I have become like one who does not hear*
and from whose mouth comes no defence.
For in you, O Lord, have I fixed my hope;*
you will answer me, O Lord my God.
For I said, 'Do not let them rejoice at my expense,*
those who gloat over me when my foot slips.'
Truly, I am on the verge of falling,*
and my pain is always with me.
I will confess my iniquity*
and be sorry for my sin.
Those who are my enemies without cause are mighty,*
and many in number are those who wrongfully hate me.
Those who repay evil for good slander me,*
because I follow the course that is right.
O Lord, do not forsake me;*
be not far from me, O my God.
Make haste to help me,*
O Lord of my salvation.
I said, 'I will keep watch upon my ways,*
so that I do not offend with my tongue.
'I will put a muzzle on my mouth*
while the wicked are in my presence.'
So I held my tongue and said nothing;*
I refrained from rash words;
but my pain became unbearable.
My heart was hot within me;
while I pondered, the fire burst into flame;*
I spoke out with my tongue:
Lord, let me know my end and the number of my days,*
so that I may know how short my life is.
You have given me a mere handful of days,
and my lifetime is as nothing in your sight;*
truly, even those who stand erect are but a puff of wind.
We walk about like a shadow
and in vain we are in turmoil;*
we heap up riches and cannot tell who will gather them.
And now, what is my hope?*
O Lord, my hope is in you.
Deliver me from all my transgressions*
and do not make me the taunt of the fool.
I fell silent and did not open my mouth,*
for surely it was you that did it.
Take your affliction from me;*
I am worn down by the blows of your hand.
With rebukes for sin you punish us;
like a moth you eat away all that is dear to us;*
truly, everyone is but a puff of wind.
Hear my prayer, O Lord, and give ear to my cry;*
hold not your peace at my tears.
For I am but a sojourner with you,*
a wayfarer, as all my forebears were.
Turn your gaze from me, that I may be glad again,*
before I go my way and am no more.
I waited patiently upon the Lord;*
he stooped to me and heard my cry.
He lifted me out of the desolate pit,
out of the mire and clay;*
he set my feet upon a high cliff and made my footing sure.
He put a new song in my mouth,
a song of praise to our God;*
many shall see and stand in awe
and put their trust in the Lord.
Happy are they who trust in the Lord!*
they do not resort to evil spirits or turn to false gods.
Great things are they that you have done, O Lord my God!
how great your wonders and your plans for us!*
there is none who can be compared with you.
O that I could make them known and tell them!*
but they are more than I can count.
In sacrifice and offering you take no pleasure*
you have given me ears to hear you;
Burntoffering and sinoffering you have not required,*
and so I said, 'Behold, I come.
'In the roll of the book it is written concerning me:*
"I love to do your will, O my God;
your law is deep in my heart."'
I proclaimed righteousness in the great congregation;*
behold, I did not restrain my lips;
and that, O Lord, you know.
Your righteousness have I not hidden in my heart;
I have spoken of your faithfulness and your deliverance;*
I have not concealed your love and faithfulness
from the great congregation.
You are the Lord;
do not withhold your compassion from me;*
let your love and your faithfulness keep me safe for ever,
For innumerable troubles have crowded upon me;
my sins have overtaken me and I cannot see;*
they are more in number than the hairs of my head,
and my heart fails me.
Be pleased, O Lord, to deliver me;*
O Lord, make haste to help me.
Let them be ashamed and altogether dismayed
who seek after my life to destroy it;*
let them draw back and be disgraced
who take pleasure in my misfortune.
Let those who say 'Aha!' and gloat over me be confounded,*
because they are ashamed.
Let all who seek you rejoice in you and be glad;*
let those who love your salvation continually say,
'Great is the Lord!'
Though I am poor and afflicted,*
the Lord will have regard for me.
You are my helper and my deliverer;*
do not tarry, O my God.
FIRST READING [Job 19:1-7, 14-27]:
'How long will you torment me,
and break me in pieces with words?
These ten times you have cast reproach upon me;
are you not ashamed to wrong me?
And even if it is true that I have erred,
my error remains with me.
If indeed you magnify yourselves against me,
and make my humiliation an argument against me,
know then that God has put me in the wrong,
and closed his net around me.
Even when I cry out, "Violence!" I am not answered;
I call aloud, but there is no justice.
My relatives and my close friends have failed me;
the guests in my house have forgotten me;
my serving-girls count me as a stranger;
I have become an alien in their eyes.
I call to my servant, but he gives me no answer;
I must myself plead with him.
My breath is repulsive to my wife;
I am loathsome to my own family.
Even young children despise me;
when I rise, they talk against me.
All my intimate friends abhor me,
and those whom I loved have turned against me.
My bones cling to my skin and to my flesh,
and I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
Have pity on me, have pity on me, O you my friends,
for the hand of God has touched me!
Why do you, like God, pursue me,
never satisfied with my flesh?
'O that my words were written down!
O that they were inscribed in a book!
O that with an iron pen and with lead
they were engraved on a rock for ever!
For I know that my Redeemer lives,
and that at the last he will stand upon the earth;
and after my skin has been thus destroyed,
then in my flesh I shall see God,
whom I shall see on my side,
and my eyes shall behold, and not another.
My heart faints within me! '
Words: James Montgomery (1771-1854)
Tune: Nativity, Tiverton
Sing we the song of those who stand
Around the eternal throne,
Of every kindred, clime, and land,
A multitude unknown.
Life's poor distinctions vanish here;
Today the young, the old,
Our Saviour and his flock appear,
One Shepherd and one fold.
Toil, trial, suffering still await
On earth the pilgrim-throng;
Yet learn we in our low estate
The Church's triumph song.
Worthy the Lamb for sinners slain,
Cry the redeemed above,
Blessing and honour to obtain,
And everlasting love.
Worthy the Lamb, on earth we sing,
Who died our souls to save;
Henceforth, O death, where is thy sting?
Thy victory, O grave?
Then, alleluia! Power and praise
To God in Christ be given!
May all who now this anthem raise
Renew the strain in heaven.
SECOND READING [Matthew 24:2951]:
Jesus said, 'Immediately after the suffering of those days the sun will be darkened, and the moon will not give its light; the stars will fall from heaven, and the powers of heaven will be shaken. Then the sign of the Son of Man will appear in heaven, and then all the tribes of the earth will mourn, and they will see "the Son of Man coming on the clouds of heaven" with power and great glory. And he will send out his angels with a loud trumpet call, and they will gather his elect from the four winds, from one end of heaven to the other.
'From the fig tree learn its lesson: as soon as its branch becomes tender and puts forth its leaves, you know that summer is near. So also, when you see all these things, you know that he is near, at the very gates. Truly I tell you, this generation will not pass away until all these things have taken place. Heaven and earth will pass away, but my words will not pass away.
'But about that day and hour no one knows, neither the angels of heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father. For as the days of Noah were, so will be the coming of the Son of Man. For as in those days before the flood they were eating and drinking, marrying and giving in marriage, until the day Noah entered the ark, and they knew nothing until the flood came and swept them all away, so too will be the coming of the Son of Man. Then two will be in the field; one will be taken and one will be left. Two women will be grinding meal together; one will be taken and one will be left. Keep awake therefore, for you do not know on what day your Lord is coming. But understand this: if the owner of the house had known in what part of the night the thief was coming, he would have stayed awake and would not have let his house be broken into. Therefore you also must be ready, for the Son of Man is coming at an unexpected hour.
'Who then is the faithful and wise slave, whom his master has put in charge of his household, to give the other slaves their allowance of food at the proper time? Blessed is that slave whom his master will find at work when he arrives. Truly I tell you, he will put that one in charge of all his possessions. But if that wicked slave says to himself, "My master is delayed", and he begins to beat his fellow-slaves, and eats and drinks with drunkards, the master of that slave will come on a day when he does not expect him and at an hour that he does not know. He will cut him in pieces and put him with the hypocrites, where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.
The Benedictus (Morning),
the Magnificat (Evening), or Nunc dimittis (Night) may follow.
We rejoice in your generous goodness, O God, and
celebrate your lavish gifts to us this day, for you have
shown your love in giving Jesus Christ for the salvation
of the world. Especially we give thanks for
the labors of those who have served us today...
(We thank you, Lord)
friends with whom we have shared...
those whom we love and have loved us...
opportunities for our work to help others...
all beauty that delights us...
Gracious God, we know you are close to all in need, and
by our prayers for others we come closer to you. We are
bold to claim for others your promises of new life in
Jesus Christ, as we claim them for ourselves. Especially
we pray for
those in dangerous occupations...
(Lord, hear our prayer.)
physicians and nurses...
those who are ill or confined to nursing homes...
for those whom we love and for those who love us...
those who mourn...
the Roman Catholic Church
you have taught us that the night is far spent
and the day is at hand:
Keep us awake and alert, watching for your kingdom,
so that when Christ, the bridegroom,
comes we may go out joyfully to meet him,
and with him enter into the marriage feast
that you have prepared for all who truly love you;
through Jesus Christ our Lord,
who lives and reigns with you in the unity of the Holy Spirit,
one God, now and forever. Amen.
Gathering our prayers and praises into one,
let us pray as our Savior has taught us.
- The Lord's Prayer
God beyond answers,
Lord beyond words,
Spirit beyond imagining,
move us today. 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 is adapted from a prayer by Frank Topping. The closing prayer is from the Pray Now website, http://www.churchofscotland.org.uk/worship/wpprayer9.htm
More information about the oremus