Prayer for the Evening
He suffered under Pontius Pilate, was crucified,
died, and was buried. Come, let us adore.
Glory to the Father…. Alleluia!
O God of earth and altar,
Bow down and hear our cry,
Our earthly rulers falter,
Our people drift and die;
The walls of gold entomb us,
The swords of scorn divide,
Take not thy thunder from us,
But take away our pride.
From all that terror teaches,
From lies of tongue and pen,
From all the easy speeches
That comfort cruel men,
From sale and profanation
Of honor, and the sword,
From sleep and from damnation,
Deliver us, good Lord!
Tie in a living tether
The prince and priest and thrall,
Bind all our lives together,
Smite us and save us all;
In ire and exultation
Aflame with faith, and free,
Lift up a living nation,
A single sword to thee.
PSALM 12:2-3, 6-9
Terror on every side! (Jer 20:10)
Blindness of judgment is one of the effects of sin. Are we among those who prize worthless things and lying people rather than the cross of the righteous Christ? He continues to call upon the Father’s help, not for his own deliverance but for ours.
Help, O Lord, for good men have vanished:
truth has gone from the sons of men.
Falsehood they speak one to another,
with lying lips, with a false heart.
“For the poor who are oppressed and the needy
I myself will arise,” says the Lord.
“I will grant them the salvation for which they thirst.”
The words of the Lord are words without alloy,
silver from the furnace, seven times refined.
It is you, O Lord, who will take us in your care
and protect us for ever from this generation.
See how the wicked prowl on every side,
while the worthless are prized highly by the sons
Glory to the Father….
Word of God (Sirach 51:7-10)
I turned every way, but there was no one to help me,/ I looked for one to sustain me, but could find no one./ But then I remembered the mercies of the Lord,/ his kindness through ages past;/ For he saves those who take refuge in him,/ and rescues them from every evil./ So I raised my voice from the very earth,/ from the gates of the nether world, my cry./ I called out: O Lord, you are my father,/ you are my champion and my savior;/ Do not abandon me in time of trouble,/ in the midst of storms and dangers.
To you, O Lord, I lift up my soul./ I trust you,
let me not be disappointed. (Ps 25:1-2)
CANTICLE OF MARY
Many good deeds have I shown you from the Father. For which of these do you stone me? (cf. Jn 10:32)
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…
Suffering takes many forms and, in all of them, the suffering of Christ offers redemption. For all sufferers, we pray:
R/Deliver your people, O Lord.
For those who live in fear under the menace of political brutality: R/
For those who are deprived of the Gospel’s comfort by an atheistic or agnostic environment: R/
For those who chase uselessly after length of days because they see no hope of life beyond the grave: R/
Grace, mercy, and peace be with us from God the Father and from Jesus Christ the Father’s Son in truth and love. Amen. (cf. 2 Jn 3)
Mary is the immaculate lily,
who brought forth Christ the imperishable rose.
O holy Mother of God,
who gave birth to Christ the Lamb,
the Word incarnate from you;
O most holy Virgin,
who have astonished the hosts of angels;
stupendous is the miracle in heaven:
a woman clothed with the sun
carrying in her arms the Light.
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.