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Arch Bishop Micheal Ralph Vendegna S.O.S.M.A.

Office Readings

  • Office of Readings

    If this is the first Hour that you are reciting today, you should precede it with the Invitatory Psalm.


    INTRODUCTION  
    O God, come to our aid.
      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.

    Hymn  
    The martyrs living now with Christ
    In suffering were tried,
    Their anguish overcome by love
    When on his cross they died.
    Across the centuries they come,
    In constancy unmoved,
    Their loving hearts make no complaint,
    In silence they are proved.
    No man has ever measured love,
    Or weighed it in his hand,
    But God who knows the inmost heart
    Gives them the promised land.
    Praise Father, Son and Spirit blest,
    Who guides us through the night
    In ways that reach beyond the stars
    To everlasting light.
    Francis E. Mostyn (1860-1939)

    Psalm 37 (38)
    The plea of a sinner in great peril

    Do not punish me, Lord, in your rage.
    Lord, do not rebuke me in your wrath,
      do not ruin me in your anger:
    for I am pierced by your arrows
      and crushed beneath your hand.
    In the face of your anger
      there is no health in my body.
    There is no peace for my bones,
      no rest from my sins.
    My transgressions rise higher than my head:
      a heavy burden, they weigh me down.
    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.
    Do not punish me, Lord, in your rage.

    Psalm 37 (38)

    O Lord, you know all my longing.
    My wounds are corruption and decay
      because of my foolishness.
    I am bowed down and bent,
      bent under grief all day long.
    For a fire burns up my loins,
      and there is no health in my body.
    I am afflicted, utterly cast down,
      I cry out from the sadness of my heart.
    Lord, all that I desire is known to you;
      my sighs are not hidden from you.
    My heart grows weak, my strength leaves me,
      and the light of my eyes – even that has gone.
    My friends and my neighbours
      keep far from my wounds.
    Those closest to me keep far away,
      while those who would kill me set traps,
      those who would harm me make their plots:
      they plan mischief all through the day.
    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.
    O Lord, you know all my longing.

    Psalm 37 (38)

    I confess my guilt to you, Lord; do not forsake me, my saviour.
    But I, like a deaf man, do not hear;
      like one who is dumb, I do not open my mouth.
    I am like someone who cannot hear,
      in whose mouth there is no reply.
    For in you, Lord, I put my trust:
      you will listen to me, Lord, my God.
    For I have said, “Let them never triumph over me:
      if my feet stumble, they will gloat.”
    For I am ready to fall:
      my suffering is before me always.
    For I shall proclaim my wrongdoing:
      I am anxious because of my sins.
    All the time my enemies live and grow stronger;
      they are so many, those who hate me without cause.
    Returning evil for good they dragged me down,
      because I followed the way of goodness.
    Do not abandon me, Lord:
      my God, do not leave me.
    Hurry to my aid,
      O Lord, my saviour.
    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.
    I confess my guilt to you, Lord; do not forsake me, my saviour.

    ℣. Lord, let your love come upon me.
    ℟. Grant me the saving help of your promise.

    First Reading Isaiah 27:1-13 ©

    The Lord’s vine cultivated anew

    That day,
    sing of the delightful vineyard!
    I, the Lord, am its keeper;
    every moment I water it
    for fear its leaves should fall;
    night and day I watch over it.
    I am angry no longer.
    If thorns and briars come
    I will declare war on them,
    I will burn them every one.
    Or if they would shelter under my protection,
    let them make their peace with me,
    let them make their peace with me.
    In the days to come, Jacob will put out shoots,
    Israel will bud and blossom
    and fill the whole world with fruit.
    Has he beaten her as he beat those who beat her?
    Has he murdered her as he murdered those who murdered her?
    You have punished it with expulsion and exile;
    he pursued it with a blast as fierce as the wind from the east.
    Now here is how Jacob’s guilt will be atoned for,
    here is the ransom for its sin:
    he treats all the altar stones
    like lumps of chalk that are ground to powder.
    Sacred poles and solar pillars stand no longer,
    for the fortified city is abandoned now,
    it lies deserted,
    forsaken as a wilderness.
    There the herd grazes,
    there it rests and browses on the branches.
    The boughs are dry and broken,
    women come and use them for firewood;
    for this is a nation without understanding
    and so its Maker will have no pity for it,
    he that shaped it will show it no favour.
    That day, the Lord will start his threshing
    from the course of the River to the wadi of Egypt,
    and you will be gathered one by one,
    sons of Israel.
    That day, the great trumpet will be sounded,
    and those lost in the land of Assyria will come,
    and those exiled to the land of Egypt,
    and they will worship the Lord
    on the holy mountain, in Jerusalem.
    Responsory Cf. Mt 24:31; Is 27:13
    ℟. The Lord will send out his angels with a loud trumpet call,* and the angels will gather his elect from the four winds, from one end of heaven to the other.
    ℣. They will come and worship the Lord on the holy mountain at Jerusalem,* and the angels will gather his elect from the four winds, from one end of heaven to the other.

    Second Reading A book on virginity, by St Ambrose

    You light up your grace of body with the radiance of your mind

    You are one of God’s people, of God’s family, a virgin among virgins; you light up your grace of body with your splendour of soul. More than others you can be compared to the Church. When you are in your room, then, at night, think always on Christ, and wait for his coming at every moment.
      This is the person Christ has loved in loving you, the person he has chosen in choosing you. He enters by the open door; he has promised to come in, and he cannot deceive. Embrace him, the one you have sought; turn to him, and be enlightened; hold him fast, ask him not to go in haste, beg him not to leave you. The Word of God moves swiftly; he is not won by the lukewarm, nor held fast by the negligent. Let your soul be attentive to his word; follow carefully the path God tells you to take, for he is swift in his passing.
      What does his bride say? I sought him, and did not find him; I called him, and he did not hear me. Do not imagine that you are displeasing to him despite having called him, asked him in, and opened the door to him; and that this is the reason why he has gone so quickly – no, for he allows us to be constantly tested. When the crowds pressed him to stay, what does he say in the Gospel? I must preach the word of God to other cities, because for that I have been sent. But even if it seems to you that he has left you, go out and seek him once more.
      Who but holy Church is to teach you how to hold Christ fast? Indeed, she has already taught you, if you only understood her words in Scripture: How short a time it was when I left them before I found him whom my soul has loved. I held him fast, and I will not let him go.
      How do we hold him fast? Not by restraining chains or knotted ropes but by bonds of love, by spiritual reins, by the longing of the soul.
      If you also, like the bride, wish to hold him fast, seek him and be fearless of suffering. It is often easier to find him in the midst of bodily torments, in the very hands of persecutors.
      His bride says: How short a time it was after I left them. In a little space, after a brief moment, when you have escaped from the hands of your persecutors without yielding to the powers of this world, Christ will come to you, and he will not allow you to be tested for long.
      Whoever seeks Christ in this way, and finds him, can say: I held him fast, and I will not let him go before I bring him into my mother’s house, into the room of her who conceived me. What is this “house,” this “room,” but the deep and secret places of your heart?
      Maintain this house, sweep out its secret recesses until it becomes immaculate and rises as a spiritual temple for a holy priesthood, firmly secured by Christ, the cornerstone, so that the Holy Spirit may dwell in it.
      Whoever seeks Christ in this way, whoever prays to Christ in this way, is not abandoned by him; on the contrary, Christ comes again and again to visit such a person, for he is with us until the end of the world.
    Responsory  
    ℟. The Lord strengthened her for the combat with his grace, and she was glorified before God and men, speaking words of wisdom in the presence of the prince,* and the Lord of all loved her.
    ℣. This virgin prepared a pleasant dwelling-place for God in her heart,* and the Lord of all loved her.

    Let us pray.
    Let the prayer of the virgin martyr Lucy support us, Lord,
      so that with each passing year we may celebrate her entry into life,
      and finally see you face to face in heaven.
    Through our Lord Jesus Christ, your Son,
      who lives and reigns with you in the unity of the Holy Spirit,
      one God, for ever and ever.
    Amen.

    Let us praise the Lord.
    – Thanks be to God.