OREMUS: 30 September 2011
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Thu Sep 29 17:00:00 GMT 2011
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OREMUS for September 30
Jerome, Translator of the Scriptures, Teacher of the Faith, 420
O Lord, open our lips.
And our mouth shall proclaim your praise.
Blessed are you, gracious God,
for revealing yourself to us as one
who created all things,
who called us into a covenant relationship with you,
who has given us the privilege
of being your ambassadors in our world,
who loves us as your children
through Jesus Christ our Lord;
for these and all your mercies, we give you thanks:
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit,
Blessed be God for ever!
An opening canticle may be sung.
Blessed be the Lord my rock!*
who trains my hands to fight and my fingers to battle;
My help and my fortress,
my stronghold and my deliverer,*
my shield in whom I trust,
who subdues the peoples under me.
O Lord, what are we that you should care for us?*
mere mortals that you should think of us?
We are like a puff of wind;*
our days are like a passing shadow.
Bow your heavens, O Lord, and come down;*
touch the mountains and they shall smoke.
Hurl the lightning and scatter them;*
shoot out your arrows and rout them.
Stretch out your hand from on high;*
rescue me and deliver me from the great waters,
from the hand of foreign peoples,
Whose mouths speak deceitfully*
and whose right hand is raised in falsehood.
O God, I will sing to you a new song;*
I will play to you on a tenstringed lyre.
You give victory to kings*
and have rescued David your servant.
Rescue me from the hurtful sword*
and deliver me from the hand of foreign peoples,
Whose mouths speak deceitfully*
and whose right hand is raised in falsehood.
May our sons be like plants
well nurtured from their youth,*
and our daughters like sculptured corners of a palace.
May our barns be filled to overflowing*
with all manner of crops;
May the flocks in our pastures
increase by thousands and tens of thousands;*
may our cattle be fat and sleek.
May there be no breaching of the walls,
no going into exile,*
no wailing in the public squares.
Happy are the people of whom this is so!*
happy are the people whose God is the Lord!
I will exalt you, O God my King,*
and bless your name for ever and ever.
Every day will I bless you*
and praise your name for ever and ever.
Great is the Lord and greatly to be praised;*
there is no end to his greatness.
One generation shall praise your works to another*
and shall declare your power.
I will ponder the glorious splendour of your majesty*
and all your marvellous works.
They shall speak of the might of your wondrous acts,*
and I will tell of your greatness.
They shall publish the remembrance
of your great goodness;*
they shall sing of your righteous deeds.
The Lord is gracious and full of compassion,*
slow to anger and of great kindness.
The Lord is loving to everyone*
and his compassion is over all his works.
All your works praise you, O Lord,*
and your faithful servants bless you.
They make known the glory of your kingdom*
and speak of your power;
That the peoples may know of your power*
and the glorious splendour of your kingdom.
Your kingdom is an everlasting kingdom;*
your dominion endures throughout all ages.
The Lord is faithful in all his words*
and merciful in all his deeds.
The Lord upholds all those who fall;*
he lifts up those who are bowed down.
The eyes of all wait upon you, O Lord,*
and you give them their food in due season.
You open wide your hand*
and satisfy the needs of every living creature.
The Lord is righteous in all his ways*
and loving in all his works.
The Lord is near to those who call upon him,*
to all who call upon him faithfully.
He fulfils the desire of those who fear him,*
he hears their cry and helps them.
The Lord preserves all those who love him,*
but he destroys all the wicked.
My mouth shall speak the praise of the Lord;*
let all flesh bless his holy name for ever and ever.
Praise the Lord, O my soul!*
I will praise the Lord as long as I live;
I will sing praises to my God while I have my being.
Put not your trust in rulers,
nor in any child of earth,*
for there is no help in them.
When they breathe their last, they return to earth,*
and in that day their thoughts perish.
Happy are they who have the God of Jacob
for their help!*
whose hope is in the Lord their God;
Who made heaven and earth, the seas,
and all that is in them;*
who keeps his promise for ever;
Who gives justice to those who are oppressed,*
and food to those who hunger.
The Lord sets the prisoners free;
the Lord opens the eyes of the blind;*
the Lord lifts up those who are bowed down;
The Lord loves the righteous;
the Lord cares for the stranger;*
he sustains the orphan and widow,
but frustrates the way of the wicked.
The Lord shall reign for ever,*
your God, O Zion, throughout all generations.
FIRST READING [Ecclus 42.15end]:
I will now call to mind the works of the Lord,
and will declare what I have seen.
By the word of the Lord his works are made;
and all his creatures do his will.
The sun looks down on everything with its light,
and the work of the Lord is full of his glory.
The Lord has not empowered even his holy ones
to recount all his marvellous works,
which the Lord the Almighty has established
so that the universe may stand firm in his glory.
He searches out the abyss and the human heart;
he understands their innermost secrets.
For the Most High knows all that may be known;
he sees from of old the things that are to come.
He discloses what has been and what is to be,
and he reveals the traces of hidden things.
No thought escapes him,
and nothing is hidden from him.
He has set in order the splendours of his wisdom;
he is from all eternity one and the same.
Nothing can be added or taken away,
and he needs no one to be his counsellor.
How desirable are all his works,
and how sparkling they are to see!
All these things live and remain for ever;
each creature is preserved to meet a particular need.
All things come in pairs, one opposite to the other,
and he has made nothing incomplete.
Each supplements the virtues of the other.
Who could ever tire of seeing his glory?
Words: William Cowper (1731-1800)
Tune: Belgrave, St Fulbert, St James, Song 67, Stroudwater
The Spirit breathes upon the word,
And brings the truth to sight;
Precepts and promises afford
A sanctifying light.
A glory gilds the sacred page,
Majestic, like the sun:
It gives a light to every age;
It gives, but borrows none.
The hand that gave it still supplies
The gracious light and heat;
His truths upon the nations rise;
They rise, but never set.
Let everlasting thanks be Thine
For such a bright display
As makes a world of darkness shine
With beams of heavenly day.
My soul rejoices to pursue
The steps of Him I love,
Till glory breaks upon my view
In brighter worlds above.
SECOND READING [John 13.111]:
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.'
The Benedictus (Morning),
the Magnificat (Evening), or Nunc dimittis (Night) may follow.
In your glory, Lord, protect us by the power of your name,
that we may be one as you are one.
We are in the world but not of it.
Protect us from the evil one.
Give us your word and the full measure of your joy.
Sanctify us by your truth.
May your Spirit unite us in the love and glory of Father and Son.
May we be one that the world may believe.
As you sent your Son into the world
so send us, to make your glory known.
O Lord, how manifold are all your works
and the earth is full of your creatures.
Send forth your Spirit again this day
to renew the face of the earth,
that the whole creation may reflect
the majesty of your glory;
through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.
O Lord, O God of truth,
your Word is a lantern to our feet
and a light upon our path:
We give you thanks for your servant Jerome,
and those who, following in his steps,
have labored to render the Holy Scriptures
in the language of the people;
and we pray that your Holy Spirit
will overshadow us as we read the written Word,
and that Christ, the living Word,
will transform us according to your righteous will;
for he lives and reigns with you and 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
Guide us in the deep things of your heavenly wisdom,
and lead us by your Word to everlasting life. 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 Moravian Book of Worship.
The closing prayer is by Brooke Foss Westcott.
Jerome was born at Strido near Aquileia on the Adriatic coast of Dalmatia, in about the year 342. He studied at Rome, where he was baptised. He tried the life of a monk for a time, but unsuccessfully. Following a dream in which he stood before the judgement seat of God and was condemned for his faith in classics rather than Christ, he learned Hebrew the better to study the Scriptures. This, with his polished skills in rhetoric and mastery of Greek, enabled him to begin his life's work of translating the newly-canonised Bible into Latin. He eventually settled at Bethlehem, where he founded a monastery and devoted the rest of his life to study. He died on this day in the year 420. [Exciting Holiness]
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