with an early English poet
A SHORT OFFICE
V/. O God, make speed to save us.
R/. O Lord, make haste to help us.
Glory be to the Father and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit:
as it was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be, world without end. Amen. Alleluia.
we ask you in our humility
to hear the cry of the captives,
your suppliants, O saving God –
how we are distressed by our own desires.
Accursed spirits, hostile hell-foes
have hard beset the exiles,
bound them with baleful ropes.
Remedy belongs all to you alone, eternal Lord.
Help those in trouble, so that your coming here
may comfort the miserable, even though we have made
a feud against you through our lust for iniquities.
Have mercy on your servants and consider our miseries,
how we totter with a tired spirit,
move wretchedly about. Come now, King of heroes.
Do not delay too long. We have need of mercies,
that you free us and faithfully give us
the healthful gift, that ever after we
may always thrive in the thing
that prospers among the people – your will.
The Advent Lyrics, Old English, possibly c. 800
Although intended for use in Advent
this is also a good prayer as we wait for the coming of the Spirit at Pentecost
PSALM 63 (62)
O God, thou art my God; * early will I seek thee.
My soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh also longeth after thee, * in a barren and dry land where no water is.
Thus have I looked for thee in the sanctuary, * that I might behold thy power and glory.
For thy loving-kindness is better than the life itself: * my lips shall praise thee.
As long as I live will I magnify thee in this manner, * and lift up my hands in thy Name.
My soul shall be satisfied, even as it were with marrow and fatness, * when my mouth praiseth thee with joyful lips.
Have I not remembered thee in my bed, * and thought upon thee when I was waking?
Because thou hast been my helper; * therefore under the shadow of thy wings will I rejoice.
My soul hangeth upon thee; * thy right hand hath upholden me.
These also that seek the hurt of my soul, * they shall go under the earth.
Let them fall upon the edge of the sword, * that they may be a portion for foxes.
But the King shall rejoice in God; all they also that swear by him shall be commended; * for the mouth of them that speak lies shall be stopped.
Glory be to the Father, and to the Son:* and to the Holy Spirit;
As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be:* world without end. Amen.
Our Father, who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name;
thy kingdom come;
thy will be done,
on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive them that trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation;
but deliver us from evil. Amen.
Bring us, O Holy Spirit,
into the way that leadeth to all virtues, beauties, adorations and graces,
to all praises, triumphs and thanksgivings,
to holiness and communion with thee,
and to blessedness here and hereafter;
through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen
Eric Milner-White (see day 2),
based on words of Thomas Traherne (1636 – 1674)
English poet, clergyman, theologian, and religious writer
May the souls of the faithful, through the mercy of God, rest in peace. Amen
May the Lord bless us, may he keep us from all evil and bring us to everlasting life. Amen.