fridy pssion lord The misters go to ltr silence nd, fter mkg reverence to ltr, prostrte mselves or, if pproprite, kneel nd pry silence for while. All ors kneel. Then ll stnd for pryer. RESPONSORIAL PSALM Lk 23: 46 F ii A-r, -to r hnds I my com-mend spir-it, Pslm 31 (30): 2 nd 6, 12-13, 15-16, 17 nd 25 1. In, O lord, I tke refuge. Let me never be put to shme. * In r justice, set me free. Into r hnds I commend my spirit. * You will redeem me, O lord, O fithful God. 2. Becuse ll my foes * I hve become reproch, n object scorn to my neighbors * nd fer to my friends. Those who see me street * flee from me. I m forgotten, like someone ded, * nd hve become like broken vessel. 3. But s for me, I trust, O lord; * I sy, You re my God. My lot is r hnds, deliver me from hnds my enemies * nd those who pursue me.
4. Let r fce she on r servnt. * Sve me r merciful love. Be strong, let r hert tke courge, * ll who hope lord. VERSE BEFORE THE GOSPEL G v Christ. Philipps 2: 8-9 v Christ becme obedient to pot deth, * even deth on cross. Becuse this, God gretly exlted him nd bestowed on him nme * which is bove every nme. Or: Phil 2: 8-9 C v e-ven Hrist deth becme on o- cross. gret-ly ex-lt-ed him nd bestowed bove eve-ry nme. Becuse on to him this, pot nme God deth, Lo-ry nd prise to, Lord Je-sus be-di-ent which is
THE ADORATION OF THE HOLY CROSS The Showg Holy Cross wood Cross, on which hung Be-hold sl-v-tion world. r Come, let us -dore. Or: wood Cross, on which hung Be-hold sl- v-tion world. r Come, let us -dore. Or: Ecce mun-di pe-pén- li- gnum dit. cis, quo r Ve- ní- te, d- o-ré- mus. Cru- s-lus
ANTIPHON W iv E The Adortion Holy Cross -dore r Cross, O Lord, prise nd glo-ri-fy r ho-ly Resur-rection, tree joy hs come to for behold, whole Cf. Pslm 67 (66): 2 we becuse wood world. v My God hve mercy on us nd bless us; * my he let his fce shed its light upon us nd hve mercy on us. Two cntors Choir I: M Y people, wht hve I grieved lnd? THE REPROACHES I hve Answer Egypt, I me! done hve to Becuse? I prepred Or led how out Cross
for r Sv-ior. Choir 1 H - Choir 1 gi-os H-gi-os Choir 1 Choir 2 ly Choir 2 o Theos, Holy Ischyros, Choir 2 Holy Athntos, nd Immortl e- One, is God, nd Might-y, hve i-son hims. cy on us. Two cntors Choir II: B Ecuse yers nd fed plenty, I led hve with out through mnn nd prepred brought Cross for sert r forty lnd Hgi- os le- Ho- mer- de- -to Sv-ior.
Choir 1 H - Choir 1 gi-os H-gi-os Choir 1 Choir 2 ly Choir 2 o Theos, Holy Ischyros, Choir 2 Holy Athntos, nd Immortl e- One, is God, nd Might-y, hve i-son hims. cy on us. Two cntors Choir I: W Ht not sen done? more Indeed, ve nd I hve should plnted I hve s done my cho- turned ver-y bitter for most for nd beutiful me, for hve Hgi- os le- Ho- mer- my
thirst pierced r gve me Svior s v-e-gr side. to drk nd with lnce Choir 1 H - Choir 1 gi-os H-gi-os Choir 1 Choir 2 ly Choir 2 o Theos, Holy Ischyros, Choir 2 Holy Athntos, nd Immortl e- is God, nd Might-y, hve One, i-son Hgi- os le- Ho- mer- hims. cy on us.
II Two cntors Choir II: v I scourged hve Egypt scourged for me r nd ske with hnded me its firstborn o- ver. sons, nd r My people. Both Choirs: M Y people, wht hve I grieved? hve Answer I me! done to? Or how Two cntors Choir I: v I led priests. Red out nd Se, r My people. from Egypt hnded s me Phroh o-ver ly to sunk chief
Two cntors Choir II: v I opened with up lnce. r My Two cntors Choir I: v I went -to Pilte s before Two cntors Choir II: v I fed blows nd pl- ce. with Two cntors Choir I: v I gve drk se people. mnn before, lsh- es. r My gve svg me pillr r My people. gll wter people. nd from nd opened cloud, nd de- sert, nd on v-egr. rock to me r My people. my led side me red drk, nd for
Two cntors Choir II: v I struck struck my down hed for with kgs reed. r My C people. nnites, nd Two cntors Choir I: v I put hed crown r hnd royl thorns. r My scep- ter, nd people. put on my Two cntors Choir II: v I ex- scffold lt-ed with gret Cross. r My pow- er nd people. hung me on
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All: i F Aithful compre! Never so rre. Cross ws re Sts such No on, scion, ble Nev er tree lef or beyond flower Cntors: when F OR, fruit, tree Not root: nd ll Broken shoot. Adm first fended, hopes nture re-ly glo-ry would Etg tht forbidden ended With be mended By serpent t second All: i S Weet timber, sweet i-ron, Sweet burden tht
y ber! Cntors: T Hus tempter ws outwitted still: Reme- dy nd ilment to his kill; Tht fr s will. world might By fitted, Mens be cquitted, to wisdom deeper cure Christ nd would mens do All: i F Aithful compre! Never so rre. Cross ws re Sts such re-ly No on, scion, ble Nev er tree lef or beyond flower
Cntors: S O Sent come: Mry s him He, from womb. Son nd For Fr, out pit- y heven-ly cit-y When our self-flicted doom, Almighty, Took our flesh hd All: i S y Weet ber! timber, sweet i-ron, Sweet burden tht Cntors: ho-ly time H Er ti-ny strnds; See his bby cryg, virg Mor Founder tyg Cloth round ses his nd feet
nd hnds; Fd swddlg-bnds! him mnger Tightly lyg wrpped All: i F Aithful compre! Never so rre. Cross ws re Sts such No on, scion, ble Nev er tree lef or beyond flower Cntors: S O reign; nd he p, Till cme, born to be glo-ry, On-ly re-ject-ed, Not e g And re-ly long-ex-pect-ed, not to toil Choos- hun-ger, scf-fold ws rect-ed Ps-chl
Lmb ws sl. All: S i Weet tim ber, sweet i- ron, Sweet bur den tht y ber! Cntors: N O dis grce ws too b hor rent: Niled nd mocked nd prched he died; Blood nd w ter, dou ble wr rnt, Is sue from his wound ed side, Wsh g might- y tor rent Erth nd strs nd o cen tide.
All: i F Aithful compre! Never so rre. Cross ws re Sts such No on, scion, ble Nev er tree lef or beyond flower Cntors: L Ofty timber, smooth r roughness, Flex r boughs for blossomg; Let our fibers lose r tendrils re-ly bod- y r clg; Kg! ir Ly - side r ntive thoughness, Gently let gruffness, Clsp All: i S Weet timber, sweet i-ron, Sweet burden tht
y ber! Cntors: N Oblest bossed: Post by tree ll world hs cost! which, Spr jeweled tht Cr nd sves ries wht All: i F Aithful compre! Never so rre. Cross ws re Sts such cre- -ted, Richly em- Lmb s blood conse-crted; tempesttossed; Scffold-bem el- e-vted, re-ly No on, scion, ble Nev er tree lef or beyond flower
The followg conclusion is never to be omitted. All: i W ty For My- ster-y, A- men. Isdom, Now, power, nd every nd blessed Tri ni- re- demption sl- vtion To Through And for dor- -tion Pschl Durg Communion, Pslm 22 (21) or nor pproprite chnt my be sung. M ii Y God, my God, why hve Cf. Ps 22 (21): 1 gener- tion, ll e-ter-ni-ty. for-sk-en me? Pslm 22 (21) 1. My God, my God, why hve forsken me? Why re fr from svg me, * so fr from my words nguish? O my God, I cll by dy nd do not nswer; * I cll by night nd I fd no reprieve.
2. Yet, O God, re holy, * enthroned on prises Isrel. In our forebers put ir trust; * y trusted nd set m free. When y cried to, y escped; * y trusted nd were not put to shme. 3. But I m worm nd no mn, * scorned by everyone, despised by people. All who see me deride me; * y curl ir lips, y toss ir heds: He trusted lord, let him sve him; * let him relese him, for him he delights. 4. Yes, it ws who took me from womb, * entrusted me to my mor s brest. To I ws committed from birth; * from my mor s womb, hve been my God. Sty not fr from me; * trouble is ner, nd re is no one to help. 5. Mny bulls hve surrounded me, * fierce bulls Bshn close me. Agst me y open wide ir mouths, * like lion, rendg nd rorg. 6. Like wter I m poured out, * disjoted re ll my bones. My hert hs become like wx, * it is melted with my brest. 7. Prched s burnt cly is my throt, my tongue cleves to my jws. * You ly me dust deth. For dogs hve surrounded me; bnd wicked besets me. * They ter holes my hnds nd my feet;
8. I cn count every one my bones. * They stre t me nd glot. They divide my clothg mong m, * y cst lots for my robe. 9. But, O lord, do not sty fr f; * my strength, mke hste to help me! Rescue my soul from sword, * my life from grip dog. Sve my life from jws lion, * my poor soul from horns wild bulls. 10. I will tell r nme to my k, * nd prise midst ssembly; You who fer lord, give him prise; ll descendnts Jcob, give him glory; * revere him, ll descendnts Isrel. 11. For he hs never despised * nor scorned poverty poor. From him he hs not hidden his fce, * but he herd him whenever he cried. 12. You re my prise gret ssembly. * My vows I will py before those who fer him. The poor shll et nd shll hve ir fill. They shll prise lord, those who seek him. * My ir herts live on forever nd ever! 13. All erth shll remember nd return to lord, ll fmilies ntions worship before him, * for kgdom is lord s, he is ruler ntions. They shll worship him, ll mighty erth; * before him shll bow ll who go down to dust.
14. And my soul shll live for him, my descendnts serve him. * They shll tell lord to genertions yet to come, declre his svg justice to peoples yet unborn: * These re thgs lord hs done. All, fter genuflectg to Cross, deprt silence. www.illumrepublictions.com