Prayer for the Evening
Your love, Lord, reaches to heaven;/
your truth to the skies: to you we pray. (cf. Ps 36:6)
Glory to the Father…. Alleluia!
Close beside the heart that loves me
Would I rest in sorrow’s hour,
With a Father’s smile above me,
And beneath—an arm of power.
Weak and worthless, worn and weary,
Welcome bids my faith be strong;
Sorrow’s hour is short, if dreary,
Joy shall last through ages long.
Dark the hour, but comes the morrow,
Dawn shall waken by and by;
Light shall gild the clouds of sorrow
When the sun is in the sky.
Rest, my soul: that love unfailing
Strengthens in the hour of woe—
For the pain your life assailing
Found him when he dwelt below.
Psalm 18:2-7, 14, 17-20
Hope does not disappoint, because the love of God has been poured out into our hearts through the holy Spirit. (Rom 5:5)
In the evening, when our strength is worn low by the day behind us and the darkness of night awaits us, it is easy to grow downcast. Let us put our hope in Christ our Savior, our strength and our joy.
I love you, Lord, my strength,
my rock, my fortress, my savior.
My God is the rock where I take refuge;
my shield, my mighty help, my stronghold.
The Lord is worthy of all praise:
when I call I am saved from my foes.
The waves of death rose about me;
the torrents of destruction assailed me;
the snares of the grave entangled me;
the traps of death confronted me.
In my anguish I called to the Lord;
I cried to my God for help.
From his temple he heard my voice;
my cry came to his ears.
The Lord thundered in the heavens;
the Most High let his voice be heard.
From on high he reached down and seized me;
he drew me forth from the mighty waters.
He snatched me from my powerful foe,
from my enemies whose strength I could not match.
They assailed me in the day of my misfortune,
but the Lord was my support.
He brought me forth into freedom,
he saved me because he loved me.
Glory to the Father….
Word of God. 1 Peter 3:18
For Christ also suffered for sins once, the righteous for the sake of the unrighteous, that he might lead you to God. Put to death in the flesh, he was brought to life in the spirit.
My savior and my God! (Ps 42:6)
Canticle of Mary
He leads me in right paths/ for his name’s sake. (cf. Ps 23:3)
My soul proclaims the greatness of the Lord,
my spirit rejoices in God my Savior
for he has looked with favor on his lowly servant.
From this day all generations will call me blessed:
the Almighty has done great things for me,
and holy is his Name.
He has mercy on those who fear him
in every generation.
He has shown the strength of his arm,
he has scattered the proud in their conceit.
He has cast down the mighty from their thrones,
and has lifted up the lowly.
He has filled the hungry with good things,
and the rich he has sent away empty.
He has come to the help of his servant Israel
for he has remembered his promise of mercy,
the promise he made to our fathers,
to Abraham and his children for ever.
Glory to the Father…
As evening comes upon the world, we ask on behalf of all in need:
R/We hope in you, O God.
For those who have been deceived, cheated, and betrayed:
– restore their trust in others and in you. R/
For the weak and weary:
– strengthen them with the light and fidelity of Christ. R/
For those who are tempted to take their own lives:
– renew them in hope and in courage. R/
For those who live in places where no one is permitted to go before your altar:
– grant them the freedom to worship in their hearts until they can worship you in public. R/
May the God of peace himself make us perfect in holiness. May he preserve us whole and entire, spirit, soul, and body, irreproachable at the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ. Amen. (cf. 1 Thes 5:23)
Your praise, O Virgin Mary, shall not recede
from the mouths of men,
who have ever been mindful of the power of the Lord,
for whom you did not spare your life.
Salve, Regina, mater misericordiae;
vita, dulcedo, et spes nostra, salve.
Ad te clamamus, exsules filii Evae.
Ad te suspiramus, gementes et flentes
in hac lacrimarum valle.
Eia ergo, advocata nostra,
illos tuos misericordes oculos
ad nos converte.
Et Iesum, benedictum fructum ventris tui,
nobis post hoc exsilium ostende.
O clemens, O pia, O dulcis Virgo Maria.
Hail, holy Queen, mother of mercy,
our life, our sweetness, and our hope.
To you do we cry,
poor banished children of Eve.
To you do we send up our sighs,
mourning and weeping in this valley of tears.
Turn then, O most gracious advocate,
your eyes of mercy toward us,
and after this our exile
show unto us the blessed fruit of your womb, Jesus.
O clement, O loving, O sweet Virgin Mary.
V/ Pray for us, O holy Mother of God,
R/ That we may be made worthy of the promises of Christ.