God did not spare his own Son, but delivered him up for us all. Psalm 63:1-8Deus, Deus meus.
O God, you are my God; eagerly I seek you; *
my soul thirsts for you, my flesh faints for you,
as in a barren and dry land where there is no water.
Therefore I have gazed upon you in your holy place, *
that I might behold your power and your glory.
For your loving-kindness is better than life itself; *
my lips shall give you praise.
So will I bless you as long as I live *
and lift up my hands in your Name.
My soul is content, as with marrow and fatness, *
and my mouth praises you with joyful lips,
When I remember you upon my bed, *
and meditate on you in the night watches.
For you have been my helper, *
and under the shadow of your wings I will rejoice.
My soul clings to you; *
your right hand holds me fast.
Antiphon: God did not spare his own Son, but delivered him up for us all.
He was led like a lamb to the slaughter, and he opened not his mouth.
Psalm 90Domine, refugium
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 labor 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 loving-kindness 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 splendor to their children.
May the graciousness of the LORD our God be upon us; *
prosper the work of our hands;
prosper our handiwork.
Antiphon: He was led like a lamb to the slaughter, and he opened not his mouth.
They shall mourn for him as one mourns for an only child; for the Lord, who is without sin, is slain.
Psalm 143Domine, exaudi
LORD, hear my prayer,
and in your faithfulness heed my supplications; *
answer me in your righteousness.
Enter not into judgment with your servant, *
for in your sight shall no one living be justified.
For my enemy has sought my life;
he has crushed me to the ground; *
he has made me live in dark places like those who are long dead.
My spirit faints within me; *
my heart within me is desolate.
I remember the time past;
I muse upon all your deeds; *
I consider the works of your hands.
I spread out my hands to you; *
my soul gasps to you like a thirsty land.
O LORD, make haste to answer me; my spirit fails me; *
do not hide your face from me
or I shall be like those who go down to the Pit.
Let me hear of your loving-kindness in the morning,
for I put my trust in you; *
show me the road that I must walk,
for I lift up my soul to you.
Deliver me from my enemies, O LORD, *
for I flee to you for refuge.
Teach me to do what pleases you, for you are my God; *
let your good Spirit lead me on level ground.
Revive me, O LORD, for your Name's sake; *
for your righteousness' sake, bring me out of trouble.
Of your goodness, destroy my enemies
and bring all my foes to naught, *
for truly I am your servant.
Antiphon: They shall mourn for him as one mourns for an only child; for the Lord, who is without sin, is slain.
From the gates of hell, O Lord, deliver my soul. The Song of Hezekiah [Isaiah 38:10-20]
In my despair I said,
"In the noonday of my life I must depart; *
my unspent years are summoned to the portals of death."
And I said,
"No more shall I see the Lord in the land of the living, *
never more look on my kind among dwellers on earth.
My house is pulled down and I am uncovered, *
as when a shepherd strikes his tent.
My life is rolled up like a bolt of cloth, *
the threads cut off from the loom.
Between sunrise and sunset my life is brought to an end; *
I cower and hope for the dawn.
Like a lion he has crushed all my bones; *
like a swallow or thrush I utter plaintive cries;
I mourn like a dove.
My weary eyes look up to you; *
Lord, be my refuge in my affliction.
But what can I say? For he has spoken; *
it is he who has done this.
Slow and halting are my steps all my days, *
because of the bitterness of my spirit.
O Lord, O recounted all these things to you
and you rescued me; *
when entreated, you restored my life.
I know now that my bitterness was for my good, *
for you held me back from the pit of destruction,
you cast all my sins behind you.
The grave does not thank you nor death give you praise; *
nor do those at the brink of the grave hang on your promises.
It is the living, O Lord,
the living who give you thanks as I do this day; *
and parents speak of your faithfulness to their children.
You, Lord, are my Savior; *
I will praise you with stringed instruments
all the days of my life, in the house of the Lord. Antiphon: From the gates of hell, O Lord, deliver my soul.
O Death, I will be your death; O Grave, I will be your destruction. Psalm 150 Laudate Domi Praise God in his holy temple; *
praise him in the firmament of his power.
Praise him for his mighty acts; *
praise him for his excellent greatness.
Praise him with the blast of the ram's-horn; *
Praise him with lyre and harp.
Praise him with timbrel and dance; *
praise him with strings and pipe.
Praise him with resounding cymbals; *
praise him with loud-clanging cymbals.
Let everything that has breath *
praise the Lord. Antiphon: O Death, I will be your death; O Grave, I will be your destruction.
V. My flesh also shall rest in hope:
R. You will not let your holy one see corruption.
Now the women sitting at the tomb made lamentation, weeping for the Lord. The Song of ZechariahBenedictus Dominus Deus (Luke 1:68-79)
Blessed be the Lord, the God of Israel; *
he has come to his people and set them free.
He has raised up for us a mighty savior, *
born of the house of his servant David.
Through his holy prophets he promised of old,
that he would save us from our enemies, *
from the hands of all who hate us.
He promised to show mercy to our fathers *
and to remember his holy covenant.
This was the oath he swore to our father Abraham, *
to set us free from the hands of our enemies,
Free to worship him without fear, *
holy and righteous in his sight
all the days of our life.
You, my child, shall be called the prophet of the Most High, *
for you will go before the Lord to prepare his way,
To give his people knowledge of salvation *
by the forgiveness of their sins.
In the tender compassion of our God *
the dawn from on high shall break upon us,
To shine on those who dwell in darkness and the shadow of death, *
and to guide our feet into the way of peace.
Glory to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit: *
as it was in the beginning, is now, and will be for ever. Amen.
Antiphon: Now the women sitting at the tomb made lamentation, weeping for the Lord. Christus factus est
Christ for us became obedient unto death,
even death on a cross;
therefore God has highly exalted him
and bestowed on him the Name
which is above every name.
A brief silence is observed. Psalm 51 Miserere mei, Deus
Have mercy on me, O God, according to your loving-kindness; *
in your great compassion blot out my offenses.
Wash me through and through from my wickedness *
and cleanse me from my sin.
For I know my transgressions, *
and my sin is ever before me.
Against you only have I sinned *
and done what is evil in your sight.
And so you are justified when you speak *
and upright in your judgment.
Indeed, I have been wicked from my birth, *
a sinner from my mother's womb.
For behold, you look for truth deep within me, *
and will make me understand wisdom secretly.
Purge me from my sin, and I shall be pure; *
wash me, and I shall be clean indeed.
Make me hear of joy and gladness, *
that the body you have broken may rejoice.
Hide your face from my sins *
and blot out all my iniquities.
Create in me a clean heart, O God, *
and renew a right spirit within me.
Cast me not away from your presence *
and take not your holy Spirit from me.
Give me the joy of your saving help again *
and sustain me with your bountiful Spirit.
I shall teach your ways to the wicked, *
and sinners shall return to you.
Deliver me from death, O God, *
and my tongue shall sing of your righteousness,
O God of my salvation.
Open my lips, O Lord, *
and my mouth shall proclaim your praise.
Had you desired it, I would have offered sacrifice, *
but you take no delight in burnt-offerings.
The sacrifice of God is a troubled spirit; *
a broken and contrite heart, O God, you will not despise.
Be favorable and gracious to Zion, *
and rebuild the walls of Jerusalem.
Then you will be pleased with the appointed sacrifices,
with burnt-offerings and oblations; *
then shall they offer young bullocks upon your altar.
The officiant says the Collect without the chant, and without the usual conclusion.
Almighty God, we pray you graciously to behold this your family, for whom our Lord Jesus Christ was willing to be betrayed, and given into the hands of sinners, and to suffer death upon the cross.