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Liturgy of the Hours Vol. I:
Ordinary: 653
Psalter: Friday, Week II, 893
Proper of Saints: 1245
Common of Martyrs: 1411
Christian Prayer:
Ordinary: 689
Psalter: Friday, Week II, 835
Proper of Saints: 1341
Common of One Martyr: 1414
Morning Prayer for Friday in Advent, the Memorial of Saint Lucy, Virgin and Martyr
God, come to my assistance.
— Lord, make haste to help me.
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. Alleluia.
HYMN
God's holy martyr, who disdained
And overcame all pains and death,
Your faithful following of Christ
Has led you to the Father's home.
By your incessant prayer for us,
Obtain forgiveness for our sins;
Protect us from the pow'rs of ill,
Relieve us in our daily cares.
For you are free from every bond
That bound you once to things of earth,
By your own ardent love for Christ,
Free us from all that drags us down.
All honor to our Father, God,
Who with the Spirit and the Son
Awarded you a deathless crown
In heaven's court of glory blest. Amen.
𝄞"God's Holy Martyr, Who Disdained" by Kathleen Lundquist ([ Ссылка ]) • Available for Purchase ([ Ссылка ]) • Title: God's Holy Martyr, Who Disdained; Text: Martyr Dei, qui unicum, 9th c.; Tr. the Benedictines of Saint Cecilia’s Abbey, Ryde, UK; Tune: Chant, Mode VI; Liber Hymnarius; Artist: Kathleen Lundquist; Recording copyright 2016 by Surgeworks, Inc. • Albums that contain this Hymn: Hymns and Chants of Divine Office, Vol. 1
PSALMODY
Ant. 1 A humble, contrite heart, O God, you will not spurn.
Psalm 51
O God, have mercy on me
Your inmost being must be renewed, and you must put on the new man. (Ephesians 4:23-24).
Have mercy on me, God, in your kindness.
In your compassion blot out my offense.
O wash me more and more from my guilt
and cleanse me from my sin.
My offenses truly I know them;
my sin is always before me
Against you, you alone, have I sinned;
what is evil in your sight I have done.
That you may be justified when you give sentence
and be without reproach when you judge,
O see, in guilt I was born,
a sinner was I conceived.
Indeed you love truth in the heart;
then in the secret of my heart teach me wisdom.
O purify me, then I shall be clean;
O wash me, I shall be whiter than snow.
Make me hear rejoicing and gladness,
that the bones you have crushed may revive.
From my sins turn away your face
and blot out all my guilt.
A pure heart create for me, O God,
put a steadfast spirit within me.
Do not cast me away from your presence,
nor deprive me of your holy spirit.
Give me again the joy of your help;
with a spirit of fervor sustain me,
that I may teach transgressors your ways
and sinners may return to you.
O rescue me, God, my helper,
and my tongue shall ring out your goodness.
O Lord, open my lips
and my mouth shall declare your praise.
For in sacrifice you take no delight,
burnt offering from me you would refuse,
my sacrifice, a contrite spirit,
a humbled, contrite heart you will not spurn.
In your goodness, show favor to Zion:
rebuild the walls of Jerusalem.
Then you will be pleased with lawful sacrifice,
holocausts offered on your altar.
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.
Psalm-prayer
Father, he who knew no sin was made sin for us, to save us and restore us to your friendship. Look upon our contrite heart and afflicted spirit and heal our troubled conscience, so that in the joy and strength of the Holy Spirit we may proclaim your praise and glory before all the nations.
Ant. A humble, contrite heart, O God, you will not spurn.
Ant.2 Even in your anger, Lord, you will remember compassion.
Canticle – Habakkuk 3:2-4, 13a, 15-19
God comes to judge
Lift up your heads, for your redemption is at hand. (Luke 21:28)
O Lord, I have heard your renown,
and feared, O Lord, your work.
In the course of the years revive it,
in the course of the years make it known;
in your wrath remember compassion!
God comes from Teman,
the Holy One from Mount Paran.
Covered are the heavens with his glory,
and with his praise the earth is filled.
His splendor spreads like the light;
rays shine forth from beside him,
where his power is concealed.
You come forth to save your people,
to save your anointed one.
You tread the sea with your steeds
amid the churning of the deep waters.
I hear, and my body trembles;
at the sound, my lips quiver.
Decay invades my bones,
my legs tremble beneath me.
I await the day of distress
that will come upon the people who attack us.
For though the fig tree blossom not
nor fruit be on the vines,
though the yield of the olive fail
and the terraces produce no nourishment,
though the flocks disappear from...
