For those who celebrate the Ascension of Our Lord on Sunday, please follow this link to the ferial Office of Readings for Friday in the Sixth Week of Easter.
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Liturgy of the Hours Vol. II:
Ordinary: 1045
Proper of Seasons: 935
Psalter: Friday, Week II, 1321
Office of Readings for Friday in Week 6 of Easter after Ascension
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
Praise the Lord: ye heav’ns, adore Him;
Praise Him, angels in the height.
Sun and moon, bow down before Him;
Praise Him, all ye stars of light.
Praise the Lord, for He hath spoken;
Worlds His mighty voice obeyed.
Laws which never shall be broken
For their guidance hath He made.
Praise the Lord ye highest mountains
As the moon enlightened each
With this praise all in Thee mourn
A church, as sinners we have strayed.
Praise the Lord all hosts and with Him
Praise the Lord all great high earth
All we faithful, all creation
Glad upon us hangs the earth.
Praise the Lord, for He is glorious;
Never shall His promise fail.
God hath made His saints victorious;
Sin and death shall not prevail.
Praise the God of our salvation;
Hosts on high, His pow’r proclaim.
Heav’n and earth and all creation,
Laud and magnify His Name.
Praise the Lord! Ye Heavens Adore Him by the Choirs of Cathedral of St. Philip in Atlanta; Words: Foundling Hospital Collection, 1801 St. 3 Edward Osler; Music: Austria, Daniel’s Tune, Praise, Rex Gloriae Meter: 87 87 D
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PSALMODY
Ant. 1 Lord, in your anger, do not punish me, alleluia.
Psalm 38
A sinner in extreme danger prays earnestly to God
All his friends were standing at a distance. (Luke 23:49)
I
O Lord, do not rebuke me in your anger;
do not punish me, Lord, in your rage.
Your arrows have sunk deep in me;
your hand has come down upon me.
Through your anger all my body is sick:
through my sin, there is no health in my limbs.
My guilt towers higher than my head;
it is a weight too heavy to bear.
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.
Ant. Lord, in your anger, do not punish me, alleluia.
Ant. 2 Lord, you know all my longings, alleluia.
II
My wounds are foul and festering,
the result of my own folly.
I am bowed and brought to my knees.
I go mourning all the day long.
All my frame burns with fever;
all my body is sick.
Spent and utterly crushed,
I cry aloud in anguish of heart.
O Lord, you know all my longing:
my groans are not hidden from you.
My heart throbs, my strength is spent;
the very light has gone from my eyes.
My friends avoid me like a leper;
those closest to me stand afar off.
Those who plot against my life lay snares;
those who seek my ruin speak of harm,