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Liturgy of the Hours Vol. II:
Ordinary: 1049
Proper of Seasons: 808
Psalter: Saturday, Week IV, 1610
Christian Prayer:
Ordinary: 689
Proper of Seasons: 517
Psalter: Saturday, Week IV, 988
Morning Prayer for Saturday in Week 4 of Easter
God, come to my assistance.
— Lord, make haste to help me.
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.
HYMN
Eternal Father, strong to save,
Whose arm doth bind the restless wave,
Who biddst the mighty ocean deep
Its own appointed limits keep;
Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee,
For those in peril on the sea!
O Savior, whose almighty word
The winds and waves submissive heard,
Who walk’ed on the foaming deep,
And calm amid its rage did sleep:
O hear us when we cry to thee
For those in peril on the sea.
O Sacred Spirit, Who did brood
Upon the chaos dark and rude,
Who hast its angry tumult ceased,
And gavest light and life and peace:
O hear us when we cry to thee
For those in peril on the sea.
O Trinity of love and power,
Our brethren’s shield in danger’s hour;
From rock and tempest, fire and foe,
Protect them wheresoe’er they go:
And let the prayers there rise to thee
Glad hymns of praise from land and sea.
“Eternal Father, Strong to Save” by The Choir of St. Mary’s Episcopal Cathedral; Words: William Whiting, 1860. He wrote the lyrics as a poem for a student about to sail for America. Music: Melita, John B. Dykes, in Hymns Ancient and Modern, 1861.
Eternal Father Strong by The Choir of St. Mary’s Episcopal Cathedral is available from Amazon.com
PSALMODY
Ant. 1 How wonderful are your works, O Lord, alleluia.
Psalm 92
Praise of God the Creator
Sing in praise of Christ’s redeeming work (Saint Athanasius).
It is good to give thanks to the Lord,
to make music in your name, O Most High,
to proclaim your love in the morning
and your truth in the watches of the night,
on the ten-stringed lyre and the lute,
with the murmuring sound of the harp.
Your deeds, O Lord, have made me glad;
for the work of your hands I shout with joy.
O Lord, how great are your works!
How deep are your designs!
The foolish man cannot know this
and the fool cannot understand.
Though the wicked spring up like grass
and all who do evil thrive,
they are doomed to be eternally destroyed.
But you, Lord, are eternally on high.
See how your enemies perish;
all doers of evil are scattered.
To me you give the wild ox’s strength;
you anoint me with the purest oil.
My eyes looked in triumph on my foes;
my ears heard gladly of their fall.
The just will flourish like the palm tree
and grow like a Lebanon cedar.
Planted in the house of the Lord
they will flourish in the courts of our God,
still bearing fruit when they are old,
still full of sap, still green,
to proclaim that the Lord is just.
In him, my rock, there is no wrong.
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.
Psalm Prayer