OREMUS: 6 November 2011
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Sat Nov 5 21:48:03 GMT 2011
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OREMUS for November 6
William Temple, Archbishop of Canterbury, Teacher of the Faith, 1944
Lord, open our lips,
and our mouth shall proclaim your praise.
Blessed are you, O Lord,
the day is yours, and the night;
you have prepared the light and the sun;
they continue this day according to your ordinance,
for all things serve you.
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.
I will exalt you, O Lord,
because you have lifted me up*
and have not let my enemies triumph over me.
O Lord my God, I cried out to you,*
and you restored me to health.
You brought me up, O Lord, from the dead;*
you restored my life as I was going down to the grave.
Sing to the Lord, you servants of his;*
give thanks for the remembrance of his holiness.
For his wrath endures but the twinkling of an eye,*
his favour for a lifetime.
Weeping may spend the night,*
but joy comes in the morning.
While I felt secure, I said,
'I shall never be disturbed.*
You, Lord, with your favour,
made me as strong as the mountains.'
Then you hid your face,*
and I was filled with fear.
I cried to you, O Lord;*
I pleaded with the Lord, saying,
'What profit is there in my blood,
if I go down to the Pit?*
will the dust praise you or declare your faithfulness?
'Hear, O Lord, and have mercy upon me;*
O Lord, be my helper.'
You have turned my wailing into dancing;*
you have put off my sackcloth and clothed me with joy;
Therefore my heart sings to you without ceasing;*
O Lord my God, I will give you thanks for ever.
In you, O Lord, have I taken refuge;
let me never be put to shame;*
deliver me in your righteousness.
Incline your ear to me;*
make haste to deliver me.
Be my strong rock, a castle to keep me safe,
for you are my crag and my stronghold;*
for the sake of your name, lead me and guide me.
Take me out of the net
that they have secretly set for me,*
for you are my tower of strength.
Into your hands I commend my spirit,*
for you have redeemed me,
O Lord, O God of truth.
I hate those who cling to worthless idols,*
and I put my trust in the Lord.
I will rejoice and be glad because of your mercy;*
for you have seen my affliction;
you know my distress.
You have not shut me up in the power of the enemy;*
you have set my feet in an open place.
Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am in trouble;*
my eye is consumed with sorrow,
and also my throat and my belly.
For my life is wasted with grief,
and my years with sighing;*
my strength fails me because of affliction,
and my bones are consumed.
I have become a reproach to all my enemies
and even to my neighbours,
a dismay to those of my acquaintance;*
when they see me in the street they avoid me.
I am forgotten like the dead, out of mind;*
I am as useless as a broken pot.
For I have heard the whispering of the crowd;
fear is all around;*
they put their heads together against me;
they plot to take my life.
But as for me, I have trusted in you, O Lord.*
I have said, 'You are my God.
'My times are in your hand;*
rescue me from the hand of my enemies,
and from those who persecute me.
'Make your face to shine upon your servant,*
and in your lovingkindness save me.'
Lord, let me not be ashamed
for having called upon you;*
rather, let the wicked be put to shame;
let them be silent in the grave.
Let the lying lips be silenced
which speak against the righteous,*
haughtily, disdainfully and with contempt.
How great is your goodness, O Lord,
which you have laid up for those who fear you;*
which you have done in the sight of all
for those who put their trust in you.
You hide them in the covert of your presence
from those who slander them;*
you keep them in your shelter from the strife of tongues.
Blessed be the Lord!*
for he has shown me the wonders of his love
in a besieged city.
Yet I said in my alarm,
'I have been cut off from the sight of your eyes.'*
Nevertheless, you heard the sound of my entreaty
when I cried out to you.
Love the Lord, all you who worship him;*
the Lord protects the faithful,
but repays to the full those who act haughtily.
Be strong and let your heart take courage,*
all you who wait for the Lord.
FIRST READING [Ezekiel 47.112]:
Then he brought me back to the entrance of the temple; there, water was flowing from below the threshold of the temple towards the east (for the temple faced east); and the water was flowing down from below the south end of the threshold of the temple, south of the altar. Then he brought me out by way of the north gate, and led me round on the outside to the outer gate that faces towards the east; and the water was coming out on the south side.
Going on eastwards with a cord in his hand, the man measured one thousand cubits, and then led me through the water; and it was ankle-deep. Again he measured one thousand, and led me through the water; and it was knee-deep. Again he measured one thousand, and led me through the water; and it was up to the waist. Again he measured one thousand, and it was a river that I could not cross, for the water had risen; it was deep enough to swim in, a river that could not be crossed. He said to me, 'Mortal, have you seen this?'
Then he led me back along the bank of the river. As I came back, I saw on the bank of the river a great many trees on one side and on the other. He said to me, 'This water flows towards the eastern region and goes down into the Arabah; and when it enters the sea, the sea of stagnant waters, the water will become fresh. Wherever the river goes, every living creature that swarms will live, and there will be very many fish, once these waters reach there. It will become fresh; and everything will live where the river goes. People will stand fishing beside the sea from En-gedi to En-eglaim; it will be a place for the spreading of nets; its fish will be of a great many kinds, like the fish of the Great Sea. But its swamps and marshes will not become fresh; they are to be left for salt. On the banks, on both sides of the river, there will grow all kinds of trees for food. Their leaves will not wither nor their fruit fail, but they will bear fresh fruit every month, because the water for them flows from the sanctuary. Their fruit will be for food, and their leaves for healing.'
Words: vv 1-4 Anonymous v 5 Henry W Baker (1821-1877)
I wake this morn, and all my life
Is freshly mine to live;
The future, with sweet promise rife,
Has crowns of joy to give;
New words to speak, new thoughts to hear,
New love to give and take;
Perchance new burdens I may bear
Today, for love's sweet sake;
New hopes to open in the sun;
New efforts worth the will;
New tasks, with yesterday begun,
More bravely to fulfil.
Fresh seeds for all the time to be
Are in my hand to sow,
Whereby for others and for me
Undreamed-of fruit may grow.
So with the new-born day I give
Myself anew to Thee,
That as Thou willest I may live,
and what Thou willest, be.
SECOND READING [Matthew 6.19end]:
Jesus said, 'Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust consume and where thieves break in and steal; but store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust consumes and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.
'The eye is the lamp of the body. So, if your eye is healthy, your whole body will be full of light; but if your eye is unhealthy, your whole body will be full of darkness. If then the light in you is darkness, how great is the darkness!
'No one can serve two masters; for a slave will either hate the one and love the other, or be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve God and wealth.
'Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing? Look at the birds of the air; they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? And can any of you by worrying add a single hour to your span of life? And why do you worry about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not clothed like one of these. But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which is alive today and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will he not much more clothe youyou of little faith? Therefore do not worry, saying, "What will we eat?" or "What will we drink?" or "What will we wear?" For it is the Gentiles who strive for all these things; and indeed your heavenly Father knows that you need all these things. But strive first for the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.
'So do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will bring worries of its own. Today's trouble is enough for today. '
The Benedictus (Morning),
the Magnificat (Evening), or Nunc dimittis (Night) may follow.
Eternal God, we praise you for your mighty love given in
Christ(s sacrifice on the cross, and the new life we have
received by his resurrection. Especially we thank you for
the presence of Christ in our weakness and suffering...
(We thank you, Lord.)
the ministry of Word and Sacrament...
all who work to help and heal...
sacrifices made to our benefit...
opportunities for our generous giving...
God of grace, let our concern for others reflect Christ's
selfgiving love, not only in our prayers, but also in
our practice. Especially we pray for
those subjected to tyranny and oppression...
(Lord, hear our prayer.)
wounded and injured people...
those who face death...
those who may be our enemies...
the church in Latin America...
O Lord our God,
from whom neither life nor death nor death
can separate those who trust in your love,
and whose love holds in its remembrance
your children in this world and the next;
so unite us to you that in your fellowship
we may always be united to our loved ones,
whether here or there;
give us courage, constancy, and hope;
through him who died and was buried and rose again for us,
Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.
O God, the King of righteousness,
lead us, we pray you, in the ways of justice and peace;
Inspire us by the example of your servant William Temple
to break down all tyranny and oppression,
to gain for all persons their due reward
and to ask from all persons their due service;
that each may live for all,
and all may care for each,
in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.
Gathering our prayers and praises into one,
let us pray as our Savior has taught us.
- The Lord's Prayer
May the God of love
who is the source of all our affection for each other
formed here on earth take our friendships into his keeping,
that they may continue and increase throughout life and beyond it,
in Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.
The psalms are from _Celebrating Common Prayer_ (Mowbray), (c) The Society of Saint Francis 1992, which is used with permission.
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 is adapted from a prayer by Lancelot Andrewes. The first collect and closing sentence are by William Temple. The second collect is also by Temple, slightly adapted.
William Temple was born in 1881 and baptised on this day in Exeter Cathedral. His father was Bishop of Exeter and later Archbishop of Canterbury. William excelled in academic studies and developed into a philosopher and theologian of significance. After ordination, he quickly made a mark in the Church and at forty became a bishop. Within a decade he was Archbishop of York. He is especially remembered for his ecumenical efforts and also for his concern with social issues, contributing notably to the debate which led to the creation of state welfare provision after the Second World War. He died in 1944, two years after his translation to the See of Canterbury.
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