OREMUS: 18 September 2011
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Sat Sep 17 17:00:00 GMT 2011
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OREMUS for September 18
Ninian, Bishop of Galloway, Apostle to the Picts
O Lord, open our lips.
And our mouth shall proclaim your praise.
Blessed are you, God, living and true,
dwelling in light inaccessible
from before time and forever.
Fountain of life and source of all goodness,
you made all things and fill them with your blessing;
you created them to rejoice
in the splendor of your radiance.
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.
Lord, you have been our refuge*
from one generation to another.
Before the mountains were brought forth,
or the land and the earth were born,*
from age to age you are God.
You turn us back to the dust and say,*
'Go back, O child of earth.'
For a thousand years in your sight
are like yesterday when it is past*
and like a watch in the night.
You sweep us away like a dream;*
we fade away suddenly like the grass.
In the morning it is green and flourishes;*
in the evening it is dried up and withered.
For we consume away in your displeasure;*
we are afraid because of your wrathful indignation.
Our iniquities you have set before you,*
and our secret sins in the light of your countenance.
When you are angry, all our days are gone;*
we bring our years to an end like a sigh.
The span of our life is seventy years,
perhaps in strength even eighty;*
yet the sum of them is but labour and sorrow,
for they pass away quickly and we are gone.
Who regards the power of your wrath?*
who rightly fears your indignation?
So teach us to number our days*
that we may apply our hearts to wisdom.
Return, O Lord; how long will you tarry?*
be gracious to your servants.
Satisfy us by your lovingkindness in the morning;*
so shall we rejoice and be glad all the days of our life.
Make us glad by the measure of the days
that you afflicted us*
and the years in which we suffered adversity.
Show your servants your works*
and your splendour to their children.
May the graciousness of the Lord our God be upon us;*
prosper the work of our hands;
prosper our handiwork.
He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High,*
abides under the shadow of the Almighty.
He shall say to the Lord,
'You are my refuge and my stronghold,*
my God in whom I put my trust.'
He shall deliver you from the snare of the hunter*
and from the deadly pestilence.
He shall cover you with his pinions,
and you shall find refuge under his wings;*
his faithfulness shall be a shield and buckler.
You shall not be afraid of any terror by night,*
nor of the arrow that flies by day;
Of the plague that stalks in the darkness,*
nor of the sickness that lays waste at midday.
A thousand shall fall at your side
and ten thousand at your right hand,*
but it shall not come near you.
Your eyes have only to behold*
to see the reward of the wicked.
Because you have made the Lord your refuge,*
and the Most High your habitation.
There shall no evil happen to you,*
neither shall any plague come near your dwelling.
For he shall give his angels charge over you,*
to keep you in all your ways.
They shall bear you in their hands,*
lest you dash your foot against a stone.
You shall tread upon the lion and adder;*
you shall trample the young lion and the serpent
under your feet.
Because he is bound to me in love,
therefore will I deliver him;*
I will protect him, because he knows my name.
He shall call upon me and I will answer him;*
I am with him in trouble,
I will rescue him and bring him to honour.
With long life will I satisfy him,*
and show him my salvation.
It is a good thing to give thanks to the Lord,*
and to sing praises to your name, O Most High;
To tell of your lovingkindness early in the morning*
and of your faithfulness in the night season;
On the psaltery and on the lyre*
and to the melody of the harp.
For you have made me glad by your acts, O Lord;*
and I shout for joy because of the works of your hands.
Lord, how great are your works!*
your thoughts are very deep.
The dullard does not know,
nor does the fool understand,*
that though the wicked grow like weeds,
and all the workers of iniquity flourish,
They flourish only to be destroyed for ever;*
but you, O Lord, are exalted for evermore.
For lo, your enemies, O Lord,
lo, your enemies shall perish,*
and all the workers of iniquity shall be scattered.
But my horn you have exalted
like the horns of wild bulls;*
I am anointed with fresh oil.
My eyes also gloat over my enemies,*
and my ears rejoice to hear the doom of the wicked
who rise up against me.
The righteous shall flourish like a palm tree,*
and shall spread abroad like a cedar of Lebanon.
Those who are planted in the house of the Lord*
shall flourish in the courts of our God;
They shall still bear fruit in old age;*
they shall be green and succulent;
That they may show how upright the Lord is,*
my rock, in whom there is no fault.
FIRST READING [Ecclus 24.23end]:
All this is the book of the covenant of the Most High God,
the law that Moses commanded us
as an inheritance for the congregations of Jacob.
It overflows, like the Pishon, with wisdom,
and like the Tigris at the time of the first fruits.
It runs over, like the Euphrates, with understanding,
and like the Jordan at harvest time.
It pours forth instruction like the Nile,
like the Gihon at the time of vintage.
The first man did not know wisdom fully,
nor will the last one fathom her.
For her thoughts are more abundant than the sea,
and her counsel deeper than the great abyss.
As for me, I was like a canal from a river,
like a water channel into a garden.
I said, I will water my garden
and drench my flower-beds.
And lo, my canal became a river,
and my river a sea.
I will again make instruction shine forth like the dawn,
and I will make it clear from far away.
I will again pour out teaching like prophecy,
and leave it to all future generations.
Observe that I have not laboured for myself alone,
but for all who seek wisdom.
Words: Joseph Addison (1672-1719), 1712
Tune: Contemplation, Belgrave, St. Stephen, St. Fulbert, Durham
When all thy mercies, O my God,
my rising soul surveys,
transported with the view, I'm lost
in wonder, love and praise.
Thy Providence my life sustained,
and all my wants redressed,
while in the silent womb I lay,
and hung upon the breast.
To all my weak complaints and cries
thy mercy lent an ear,
ere yet my feeble thoughts had learned
to form themselves in prayer.
Unnumbered comforts to my soul
thy tender care bestowed,
before my infant heart conceived
from whom those comforts flowed.
When in the slippery paths of youth
with heedless steps I ran,
thine arm unseen conveyed me safe,
and led me up to man.
Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths,
it gently cleared my way;
and through the pleasing snares of vice,
more to be feared than they.
O how shall words with equal warmth
the gratitude declare,
that glows within my ravished heart?
but thou canst read it there.
Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss
hath made my cup run o'er;
and, in a kind and faithful Friend,
hath doubled all my store.
Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
my daily thanks employ;
nor is the last a cheerful heart
that tastes those gifts with joy.
When worn with sickness, oft hast thou
with health renewed my face;
and, when in sins and sorrows sunk,
revived my soul with grace.
Through every period of my life
thy goodness I'll pursue
and after death, in distant worlds,
the glorious theme renew.
When nature fails, and day and night
divide thy works no more,
my ever grateful heart, O Lord,
thy mercy shall adore.
Through all eternity to thee
a joyful song I'll raise;
for, oh, eternity's too short
to utter all thy praise!
SECOND READING [Mark 14.2642]:
When they had sung the hymn, they went out to the Mount of Olives. And Jesus said to them, 'You will all become deserters; for it is written,
"I will strike the shepherd,
and the sheep will be scattered."
But after I am raised up, I will go before you to Galilee.' Peter said to him, 'Even though all become deserters, I will not.' Jesus said to him, 'Truly I tell you, this day, this very night, before the cock crows twice, you will deny me three times.' But he said vehemently, 'Even though I must die with you, I will not deny you.' And all of them said the same.
They went to a place called Gethsemane; and he said to his disciples, 'Sit here while I pray.' He took with him Peter and James and John, and began to be distressed and agitated. And he said to them, 'I am deeply grieved, even to death; remain here, and keep awake.' And going a little farther, he threw himself on the ground and prayed that, if it were possible, the hour might pass from him. He said, 'Abba, Father, for you all things are possible; remove this cup from me; yet, not what I want, but what you want.' He came and found them sleeping; and he said to Peter, 'Simon, are you asleep? Could you not keep awake one hour? Keep awake and pray that you may not come into the time of trial; the spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak.' And again he went away and prayed, saying the same words. And once more he came and found them sleeping, for their eyes were very heavy; and they did not know what to say to him. He came a third time and said to them, 'Are you still sleeping and taking your rest? Enough! The hour has come; the Son of Man is betrayed into the hands of sinners. Get up, let us be going. See, my betrayer is at hand.'
The Benedictus (Morning),
the Magnificat (Evening), or Nunc dimittis (Night) may follow.
Blessed are you, eternal God,
to be praised and glorified for ever.
Hear us as we pray for your holy Catholic Church:
make us all one, that the world may believe.
Grant that every member of the Church
may truly and humbly serve you:
that the life of Christ may be revealed in us.
Strengthen all who minister in Christ(s name:
give them courage to proclaim your Gospel.
Inspire and lead those who hold authority
in the nations of the world:
guide them in the ways of justice and peace.
Make us alive to the needs of our community:
help us to share each other(s joys and burdens.
Look with kindness on our homes and families:
grant that your love may grow in our hearts.
Deepen our compassion for all who suffer
from sickness, grief or trouble:
in your presence may they find their strength.
We remember those who have died:
may they rest in your peace.
We praise you for all your saints
who have entered your eternal glory:
bring us all to share in your heavenly kingdom.
Almighty and eternal God,
you show perpetual lovingkindness to us your servants.
Because we cannot rely on our own abilities,
grant us your merciful judgment,
and train us to embody the generosity of your Son,
Jesus Christ, our Savior and Lord. Amen.
Almighty and everlasting God,
who called your servant Ninian to preach the gospel
to the people of northern Britain:
raise up in this and every land
heralds and evangelists of your kingdom,
that your Church may make know the immeasurable riches
of your Son our Savior Jesus Christ,
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
Open our hearts, O Lord,
to give heed to what is said by your Son. 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 from The Book of Common Prayer According to the Use of The Episcopal Church_. The first collect and closing sentence are from _Evangelical Lutheran Worship_, (c) 2006 Evangelical Lutheran Church in America.
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.
Ninian was born in about the year 360 and was the son of a Cumbrian chieftain who had himself converted to Christianity. It seems he visited Rome in his youth, where he received training in the faith. He was consecrated bishop in the year 394 and returned to Britain, where he set up a community of monks at Candida Casa from where they went out on missionary journeys as far as Perth and Sterling. Ninian died in about the year 432. [Exciting Holiness]
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