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

Office Readings

  • Sunday 30 August 2020

    22nd Sunday in Ordinary Time 

    Office of Readings

    Introduction (without Invitatory)

    If this is the first Hour that you are reciting today, use the version with the Invitatory Psalm instead.

    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.



    This day at thy creating Word
    First o’er the earth the light was poured:
    O Lord, this day upon us shine
    And fill our souls with light divine.

    This day the Lord for sinners slain
    In might victorious rose again:
    O Jesus, may we raisèd be
    From death of sin to life in thee!

    This day the Holy Spirit came
    With fiery tongues of cloven flame:
    O Spirit, fill our hearts this day
    With grace to hear and grace to pray.

    O day of light and life and grace,
    From earthly toil a resting-place,
    The hallowed hours, blest gift of love,
    Give we again to God above.

    All praise to God the Father be,
    All praise, eternal Son, to thee,
    Whom, with the Spirit, we adore
    For ever and for evermore.


    Psalm 103 (104)
    Hymn to God the Creator

    “For everyone who is in Christ there is a new creation; the old creation has gone, and now the new one is here” (2 Cor 5:17).

    Lord God, how great you are, clothed in majesty and glory, wrapped in light as in a robe. Alleluia.

    Bless the Lord, my soul!
    Lord God, how great you are,
    clothed in majesty and glory,
    wrapped in light as in a robe!

    You stretch out the heavens like a tent.
    Above the rains you build your dwelling.
    You make the clouds your chariot,
    you walk on the wings of the wind,
    you make the winds your messengers
    and flashing fire your servant.

    You founded the earth on its base,
    to stand firm from age to age.
    You wrapped it with the ocean like a cloak:
    the waters stood higher than the mountains.

    At your threat they took to flight;
    at the voice of your thunder they fled.
    They rose over the mountains and flowed down
    to the place which you had appointed.
    You set limits they might not pass
    lest they return to cover the earth.

    You make springs gush forth in the valleys;
    they flow in between the hills.
    They give drink to all the beasts of the field;
    the wild-asses quench their thirst.
    On their banks dwell the birds of heaven;
    from the branches they sing their song.

    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.

    Lord God, how great you are, clothed in majesty and glory, wrapped in light as in a robe. Alleluia.


    Psalm 103 (104)

    The Lord brought forth bread from the earth and wine, to cheer man’s heart. Alleluia.

    From your dwelling you water the hills;
    earth drinks its fill of your gift.
    You make the grass grow for the cattle
    and the plants to serve man’s needs,

    that he may bring forth bread from the earth
    and wine to cheer man’s heart;
    oil, to make his face shine
    and bread to strengthen man’s heart.

    The trees of the Lord drink their fill,
    the cedars he planted on Lebanon;
    there the birds build their nests;
    on the tree-top the stork has her home.
    The goats find a home on the mountains
    and rabbits hide in the rocks.

    You made the moon to mark the months;
    the sun knows the time for its setting.
    When you spread the darkness it is night
    and all the beasts of the forest creep forth.
    The young lions roar for their prey
    and ask their food from God.

    At the rising of the sun they steal away
    and go to rest in their dens.
    Man goes forth to his work,
    to labour till evening falls.

    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.

    The Lord brought forth bread from the earth and wine, to cheer man’s heart. Alleluia.


    Psalm 103 (104)

    God saw all he had made, and indeed it was very good. Alleluia.

    How many are your works, O Lord!
    In wisdom you have made them all.
    The earth is full of your riches.

    There is the sea, vast and wide,
    with its moving swarms past counting,
    living things great and small.
    The ships are moving there
    and the monsters you made to play with.

    All of these look to you
    to give them their food in due season.
    You give it, they gather it up:
    you open your hand, they have their fill.

    You hide your face, they are dismayed;
    you take back your spirit, they die,
    returning to the dust from which they came.
    You send forth your spirit, they are created;
    and you renew the face of the earth.

    May the glory of the Lord last for ever!
    May the Lord rejoice in his works!
    He looks on the earth and it trembles;
    the mountains send forth smoke at his touch.

    I will sing to the Lord all my life,
    make music to my God while I live.
    May my thoughts be pleasing to him.
    I find my joy in the Lord.
    Let sinners vanish from the earth
    and the wicked exist no more.
    Bless the Lord, my soul.

    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.

    God saw all he had made, and indeed it was very good. Alleluia.


    Father, as you made springs in valleys to form streams between mountains, so you made living streams of grace flow from the apostles that their teaching may bring salvation to all nations. May we have a practical knowledge of their doctrine, be obedient to their commands, obtain remission of sins through their prayers, and finally receive the reward of eternal happiness.


    God of all life, light, and love, through the visible things of this world you raise our thoughts to things unseen, and you show us your power and your love. From your dwelling place refresh our hearts and renew the face of the earth with the life-giving water of your word, until the new heaven and new earth resound with the song of resurrection.


    ℣. Blessed are your eyes, for they see.
    ℟. Blessed are your ears, for they hear.


    Readings (official one-year cycle)

    First Reading
    Jeremiah 11:18-20,12:1-13
    The prophet pours out his soul

    The Lord revealed it to me; I was warned. O Lord, that was when you opened my eyes to their scheming. I for my part was like a trustful lamb being led to the slaughter-house, not knowing the schemes they were plotting against me, ‘Let us destroy the tree in its strength, let us cut him off from the land of the living, so that his name may be quickly forgotten!’

    But you, the Lord of Hosts, who pronounce a just sentence,
    who probe the loins and heart,
    let me see the vengeance you will take on them,
    for I have committed my cause to you.

    You have right on your side, O Lord,
    when I complain about you.
    But I would like to debate a point of justice with you.
    Why is it that the wicked live so prosperously?
    Why do scoundrels enjoy peace?
    You plant them, they take root,
    and flourish, and even bear fruit.
    You are always on their lips,
    yet so far from their hearts.
    You know me, O Lord, you see me,
    you probe my heart, it is in your hands.
    Drag them off like sheep for the slaughter-house,
    reserve them for the day of butchery.
    How long will the land be in mourning,
    and the grass wither all over the countryside?
    The animals and birds are dying
    as a result of the wickedness of the inhabitants.
    For they say,
    ‘God does not see our behaviour.’

    If you find it exhausting to race against men on foot,
    how will you compete against horses?
    If you are not secure in a peaceful country,
    how will you manage in the thickets along the Jordan?
    Yes, even your own brothers and your own family play you false.
    Behind your back, they too criticise you openly.
    Put no reliance on them when they seem to be friendly.

    I have abandoned my house,
    left my heritage,
    I have delivered what I dearly loved
    into the hands of its enemies.
    For me my heritage has become
    a lion in the forest,
    it roars at me ferociously:
    so I now hate it.
    Or is my heritage a speckled bird
    for the birds to flock on her thus from all directions?
    Come on, all you wild beasts, gather round,
    fall on the quarry!
    Many shepherds have laid my vineyard waste,
    have trampled down my inheritance,
    reducing my pleasant inheritance
    to a deserted wilderness.
    They have made it a mournful, desolate place,
    desolate before me.
    The whole land has been devastated
    and no one takes it to heart.

    The devastators have arrived
    on all the bare heights of the desert
    (for the Lord wields a sword that devours):
    from end to end of the land
    there is no peace for any living thing.
    Wheat they have sown, thorns they reap:
    they have worn themselves out, to no profit.
    They are disappointed in their harvests,
    through the fury of the Lord.

    Jn 16:20; cf. Mt 9:15

    ℟. Now my soul is troubled. And what shall I say? Father, save me from this hour? No: for this purpose I have come to this hour.* Father, glorify your name.
    ℣. Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you disquieted within me?* Father, glorify your name.


    Second Reading
    From a sermon by Saint Augustine
    The Lord has had pity on us

    Happy are we if we do the deeds of which we have heard and sung. Our hearing of them means having them planted in us, while our doing them shows that the seed has borne fruit. By saying this, I wish to caution you, dearly beloved, not to enter the Church fruitlessly, satisfied with mere hearing of such mighty blessings and failing to do good works. For we have been saved by his grace, says the Apostle, and not by our works, lest anyone may boast; for it is by his grace that we have been saved. It is not as if a good life of some sort came first, and that thereupon God showed his love and esteem for it from on high, saying: “Let us come to the aid of these men and assist them quickly because they are living a good life.” No, our life was displeasing to him. He will, therefore, condemn what we have done but he will save what he himself has done in us.
    We were not good, but God had pity on us and sent his Son to die, not for good men but for bad ones, not for the just but for the wicked. Yes, Christ died for the ungodly. Notice what is written next: One will hardly die for a righteous man, though perhaps for a good man one will dare even to die. Perhaps someone can be found who will dare to die for a good man; but for the unjust man, for the wicked one, the sinner, who would be willing to die except Christ alone who is so just that he justifies even the unjust?
    And so, my brothers, we had no good works, for all our works were evil. Yet although men’s actions were such, God in his mercy did not abandon men. He sent his Son to redeem us, not with gold or silver but at the price of his blood poured out for us. Christ, the spotless lamb, became the sacrificial victim, led to the slaughter for the sheep that were blemished – if indeed one can say that they were blemished and not entirely corrupt. Such is the grace we have received! Let us live so as to be worthy of that great grace, and not do injury to it. So mighty is the physician who has come to us that he has healed all our sins! If we choose to be sick once again, we will not only harm ourselves, but show ingratitude to the physician as well.
    Let us then follow Christ’s paths which he has revealed to us, above all the path of humility, which he himself became for us. He showed us that path by his precepts, and he himself followed it by his suffering on our behalf. In order to die for us – because as God he could not die – the Word became flesh and dwelt among us. The immortal One took on mortality that he might die for us, and by dying put to death our death. This is what the Lord did, this the gift he granted to us. The mighty one was brought low, the lowly one was slain, and after he was slain, he rose again and was exalted. For he did not intend to leave us dead in hell, but to exalt in himself at the resurrection of the dead those whom he had already exalted and made just by the faith and praise they gave him. Yes, he gave us the path of humility. If we keep to it we shall confess our belief in the Lord and have good reason to sing: We shall praise you, God, we shall praise you and call upon your name.


    ℟. I give thanks to you, O Lord my God, with my whole heart, and I will glorify your name for ever,* for great is your steadfast love towards me.
    ℣. You are my God, and I will give thanks to you; you are my God, I will extol you,* for great is your steadfast love towards me.



    If time allows, those who celebrate the Office of Readings of a Sunday (or solemnity, or feast of the Lord) on the evening before, or at the crack of dawn on the day itself, may enrich the celebration with three Old Testament canticles and a Gospel reading.


    Te Deum

    We praise you, O God:
    we acclaim you as the Lord.

    Everlasting Father,
    all the world bows down before you.

    All the angels sing your praise,
    the hosts of heaven and all the angelic powers,

    all the cherubim and seraphim
    call out to you in unending song:

    Holy, Holy, Holy,
    is the Lord God of angel hosts!

    The heavens and the earth are filled
    with your majesty and glory.

    The glorious band of apostles,
    the noble company of prophets,

    the white-robed army who shed their blood for Christ,
    all sing your praise.

    And to the ends of the earth
    your holy Church proclaims her faith in you:

    Father, whose majesty is boundless,
    your true and only Son, who is to be adored,
    the Holy Spirit sent to be our Advocate.

    You, Christ, are the king of glory,
    Son of the eternal Father.

    When you took our nature to save mankind
    you did not shrink from birth in the Virgin’s womb.

    You overcame the power of death
    opening the Father’s kingdom to all who believe in you.

    Enthroned at God’s right hand in the glory of the Father,
    you will come in judgement according to your promise.

    You redeemed your people by your precious blood.
    Come, we implore you, to our aid.

    Grant us with the saints
    a place in eternal glory.

    The final part of the hymn may be omitted:

    Lord, save your people
    and bless your inheritance.

    Rule them and uphold them
    for ever and ever.

    Day by day we praise you:
    we acclaim you now and to all eternity.

    In your goodness, Lord, keep us free from sin.
    Have mercy on us, Lord, have mercy.

    May your mercy always be with us, Lord,
    for we have hoped in you.

    In you, Lord, we put our trust:
    we shall not be put to shame.


    Let us pray.

    Father of might and power,
    every good and perfect gift
    comes down to us from you.
    Implant in our hearts the love of your name,
    increase our zeal for your service,
    nourish what is good in us
    and tend it with watchful care.
    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.


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

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