Prayer for the Evening
Let us always praise God’s name!
Glory to the Father…. Alleluia!
O God of mercy, by whose hand
Your people still are fed;
Who through this weary pilgrimage
Have all our fathers led:
Our vows, our prayers, we now present
Before your throne of grace:
God of our fathers, be the God
Of each succeeding race.
Through each perplexing path of life
Our wand’ring footsteps guide;
Give us each day our daily bread,
Your care for us provide.
O spread your shelt’ring wings around,
Till all our wand’rings cease,
And at our Father’s loved abode
Our souls arrive in peace!
Such blessings from your gracious hand
Our humble prayers implore;
And you shall be our chosen God
And portion evermore.
PSALM 61:2-6, 9
In the shadow of your wings I take refuge/ till the storms of destruction pass by. (Ps 57:2b)
The Fathers of the Church interpreted “the shadow of God’s wings” as the shadow of the cross on which are outstretched the protecting arms of the Savior. Christ, the King crucified and risen, is the shelter in whom we dwell secure.
O God, hear my cry!
Listen to my prayer!
From the end of the earth I call:
my heart is faint.
On the rock too high for me to reach
set me on high,
O you who have been my refuge,
my tower against the foe.
Let me dwell in your tent for ever
and hide in the shelter of your wings.
For you, O God, hear my prayer,
grant me the heritage of those who fear you.
So I will always praise your name
and day after day fulfill my vows.
Glory to the Father….
Word of God (Revelation 7:14b-16)
These are the ones who have survived the time of great distress; they have washed their robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb.
For this reason they stand before God’s throne/ and worship him day and night in his temple./ The one who sits on the throne will shelter them./ They will not hunger or thirst anymore,/ nor will the sun or any heat strike them.
Hide us in the shelter of your wings! (cf. Ps 91:4)
CANTICLE OF MARY
You are a refuge to the poor,/ a refuge to the needy in distress;/ Shelter from the rain,/ shade from the heat. (Is 25:4)
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…
God is our shelter and our refuge. With confidence in him, we pray:
R/O God, hear our cry!
You hear your people calling to you from the ends of the earth:
– strengthen us when our faith and love grow faint. R/
You fix us firmly upon the rock of your Word:
– teach us to build our lives upon it and not upon the uncertain sands of passing fancies. R/
You invite us to dwell in your tent:
– refresh us with your presence after the heat and burdens of the day. R/
You lengthened the life of Christ, our King, for all eternity:
– bring all our beloved dead to dwell in love in his presence. R/
May the blessing of almighty God, the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, descend upon us and remain with us for ever. Amen.
Antiphon for the Memorial of
Our Lady of Mount Carmel, July 16,
from the Extraordinary Form of the Roman Rite
Your head is like Carmel,
and the hairs of your head,
bound in tresses,
even as royal purple, alleluia.
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.