Prayer for the Evening
What marvels the Lord has worked for us!
Let us give thanks and praise!
Glory to the Father, and to the Son,
and to the Holy Spirit, as it was in the beginning,
is now, and will be for ever. Amen. Alleluia!
In royal robes of splendor,
Before the great King’s feet,
The princes of his kingdom,
The crowned Apostles, meet;
To him their songs adoring
With heart and tongue they bring,
Pure hearts and mighty voices—
E’en as the angels sing.
Christ’s burden light they proffer,
His easy yoke proclaim;
The seed of life they scatter,
That all may own his name.
The earth brought forth and budded,
Where’er their ploughshare ran,
And fruits of increase followed
The faith of God-made-Man.
Once more will he fill your mouth with laughter,/ and your lips with rejoicing. (Jb 8:21)
Christ sends his disciples out to sow the seed of the Gospel in a world still governed by sin, pain, exile, and death. When the burden seems too great to bear, let us put our hope in his promise that joy awaits those who follow the road faithfully to the end and bring home the harvest of life.
When the Lord delivered Zion from bondage,
it seemed like a dream.
Then was our mouth filled with laughter,
on our lips there were songs.
The heathens themselves said: “What marvels
the Lord worked for them!”
What marvels the Lord worked for us!
Indeed we were glad.
Deliver us, O Lord, from our bondage
as streams in dry land.
Those who are sowing in tears
will sing when they reap.
They go out, they go out, full of tears,
carrying seed for the sowing:
they come back, they come back, full of song,
carrying their sheaves.
Glory to the Father….
Word of God (Baruch 4:22-23)
I have trusted in the Eternal God for your welfare,/ and joy has come to me from the Holy One/ Because of the mercy that will swiftly reach you/ from your eternal savior./ With mourning and lament I sent you forth,/ but God will give you back to me/ with enduring gladness and joy.
My word shall not return to me void/
but shall do my will,/ achieving the end
for which I sent it. (cf. Is 55:11)
CANTICLE OF MARY
I will rejoice in Jerusalem/ and exult in my people./ No longer shall the sound of weeping be heard there,/ or the sound of crying. (Is 65:19)
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…
Let us pray especially for those who have grown discouraged in bearing the heat and burden of the day:
R/Deliver your people, O Lord, from bondage.
For all those whose faith has led them into places of exile and sorrow:
– be their deliverance and their joy. R/
For all those who labor in hopelessness:
– be their hope and their courage. R/
For all those who have abandoned pastoral ministry in discouragement:
– be their reconciliation and guide. R/
May the Lord of peace himself give us peace at all times and in every way. Amen. (cf. 2 Thes 3:16)
Antiphon for the Memorial of
Our Lady of the Rosary,
The daughters of Zion saw her flourishing
in blossoms of roses,
and pronounced her most blessed.
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.