OREMUS: 8 March 2011
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Mon Mar 7 17:00:00 GMT 2011
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OREMUS for March 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 [Habakkuk 2:1-4, 9-20]:
I will stand at my watch-post,
and station myself on the rampart;
I will keep watch to see what he will say to me,
and what he will answer concerning my complaint.
Then the Lord answered me and said:
Write the vision;
make it plain on tablets,
so that a runner may read it.
For there is still a vision for the appointed time;
it speaks of the end, and does not lie.
If it seems to tarry, wait for it;
it will surely come, it will not delay.
Look at the proud!
Their spirit is not right in them,
but the righteous live by their faith.
Alas for you who get evil gain for your houses,
setting your nest on high
to be safe from the reach of harm!
You have devised shame for your house
by cutting off many peoples;
you have forfeited your life.
The very stones will cry out from the wall,
and the plaster will respond from the woodwork.
Alas for you who build a town by bloodshed,
and found a city on iniquity!
Is it not from the Lord of hosts
that peoples labour only to feed the flames,
and nations weary themselves for nothing?
But the earth will be filled
with the knowledge of the glory of the Lord,
as the waters cover the sea.
Alas for you who make your neighbours drink,
pouring out your wrath until they are drunk,
in order to gaze on their nakedness!
You will be sated with contempt instead of glory.
Drink, you yourself, and stagger!
The cup in the Lords right hand
will come around to you,
and shame will come upon your glory!
For the violence done to Lebanon will overwhelm you;
the destruction of the animals will terrify you
because of human bloodshed and violence to the earth,
to cities and all who live in them.
What use is an idol
once its maker has shaped it
a cast image, a teacher of lies?
For its maker trusts in what has been made,
though the product is only an idol that cannot speak!
Alas for you who say to the wood, Wake up!
to silent stone, Rouse yourself!
Can it teach?
See, it is plated with gold and silver,
and there is no breath in it at all.
But the Lord is in his holy temple;
let all the earth keep silence before him!
Words: Gott ist gegenwärtig Gerhard Tersteegen (1697-1769) translated Frederick W Foster (1760-1835), William Mercer (1811-1873) and Johannes Müller (1756-1790)
God reveals His presence;
Let us now adore Him,
And with awe appear before Him;
God is in His temple;
All within keep silence,
Prostrate lie with deepest reverence;
God we own,
Him our God and Saviour:
Praise His name for ever.
God reveals His presence:
Hear the harps resounding,
See the crowds the throne surrounding:
'Holy, holy, holy'
Hear the hymn ascending,
Angels, saints, their voices blending;
Bow Thine ear
To us here;
Hear, O Christ, the praises
That Thy church now raises.
O Thou fount of blessing,
Purify my spirit,
Trusting only in Thy merit;
Like the holy angels
Who behold Thy glory,
May I ceaselessly adore Thee;
Let Thy will,
Rule Thy church terrestrial,
As the hosts celestial.
SECOND READING [John 13:120]:
Now before the festival of the Passover, Jesus knew that his hour had come to depart from this world and go to the Father. Having loved his own who were in the world, he loved them to the end. The devil had already put it into the heart of Judas son of Simon Iscariot to betray him. And during supper Jesus, knowing that the Father had given all things into his hands, and that he had come from God and was going to God, got up from the table, took off his outer robe, and tied a towel around himself. Then he poured water into a basin and began to wash the disciples' feet and to wipe them with the towel that was tied around him. He came to Simon Peter, who said to him, 'Lord, are you going to wash my feet?' Jesus answered, 'You do not know now what I am doing, but later you will understand.' Peter said to him, 'You will never wash my feet.' Jesus answered, 'Unless I wash you, you have no share with me.' Simon Peter said to him, 'Lord, not my feet only but also my hands and my head!' Jesus said to him, 'One who has bathed does not need to wash, except for the feet, but is entirely clean. And you are clean, though not all of you.' For he knew who was to betray him; for this reason he said, 'Not all of you are clean.'
After he had washed their feet, had put on his robe, and had returned to the table, he said to them, 'Do you know what I have done to you? You call me Teacher and Lordand you are right, for that is what I am. So if I, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you also ought to wash one another's feet. For I have set you an example, that you also should do as I have done to you. Very truly, I tell you, servants are not greater than their master, nor are messengers greater than the one who sent them. If you know these things, you are blessed if you do them. I am not speaking of all of you; I know whom I have chosen. But it is to fulfil the scripture, "The one who ate my bread has lifted his heel against me." I tell you this now, before it occurs, so that when it does occur, you may believe that I am he. Very truly, I tell you, whoever receives one whom I send receives me; and whoever receives me receives him who sent me.'
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
It is not necessary to be always thinking directly of God. Indeed, it is not possible. Sometimes, of course, we ought to, and can do this, but at other times we must give our minds to what we are doing, even if it is playing and amusement. We may, of course, commit the chief periods of our time and of our occupation to God by a short prayer, as we do before and after meals, and before reading the Bible. So also before any study, and after any study, and such a word of prayer to bless our games that they may be innocent and refreshing to us, and those with whom we play. In this way we can carry out the words "I have set God always before me," and adopt the motto, "Laborare est orare (to work is to pray)". A brief prayer is also possible during work and play, but in the main you should be satisfied with commending your work or play to God, and then yourself into it heartily. Amen.
God of peace,
who gave such grace to your servant Edward King
that whomever he met he drew to Christ:
fill us, we pray, with tender sympathy and joyful faith,
that we also may win others
to know the love that passes knowledge;
through him who is the shepherd and guardian of our souls,
Jesus Christ your Son our Lord,
who is alive and reigns with you,
in the unity of the Holy Spirit,
one God, now and for ever. 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
The first collect is by Edward King. The second collect is from _Common Worship: Services and Prayers for the Church of England_, material from which is included in this service is copyright (c) The Archbishops' Council, 2000.
Born in London in 1829, Edward King, both as a priest and then as a bishop, was revered for the holiness of his life and the wisdom of his counsel. He was chaplain, then principal, of Cuddesdon Theological College, followed by a dozen years as a professor of theology in Oxford, during which time he exercised a great influence on a generation of ordinands. In 1885, he was consecrated bishop of the diocese of Lincoln, a position he held until his death. His advocacy of Catholic principles in ritual as well as theology involved him in controversy, but his significant gift to the Church was his example as a pastoral and caring bishop to both clergy and laity. [Exciting Holiness]
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