THE OFFICE OF Holy Week ACCORDING TO THE ROMAN RITE. 18 'All we, like sheep, have gone astray every one hath turned aside into his own way; and the dra hath laid upon Him the iniquity of us all/ AUC 1882 BODLEIANA R. WASHBOURNE, PATERNOSTER ROW, LONDON. 1882. 138.1.646. Ostende nobis &c., as before, but with Alleluia added to first V. and R. A Prayer before Mass. YRANT us, we beseech Thee, O Lord, to be present at this great Sacrifice, with becoming reverence and devotion; and to offer it up in a manner acceptable to Thee, in memory of the Passion and Death of Thine only-begotten Son; for the greater honour and glory of Thy Name; in thanksgiving for all Thy benefits; in satisfaction for our sins; and to obtain, for the living and departed, all requisite graces and blessings; especially May these intentions be pleasing to Thee, O Lord; and do Thou graciously hear our prayers: Through Christ our Lord. Amen. The Ordinary of the Mass. When, standing at the foot of the Altar, the Priest begins the Mass, say with him: IN I Nomine Patris, et Filii, Priest. Introibo ad altare Dei: Clerk. Ad Deum qui lætificat juventutem meam. the Name of the Father, Holy Ghost. Amen. I will go in to the altar of God: To God who giveth joy to my youth. Ps. 42 (omitted from Passion Sunday to Maundy Thursday inclusively, and in Masses for the Dead). JUDICA me, Deus, et discerne causam meam de gente non sancta: ab homine iniquo et doloso erue me. C. Quia tu es, Deus, for titudo mea; quare me repulisti? et quare tristis incedo, dum affligit me ini micus? P. Emitte lucem tuam et veritatem tuam ipsa me deduxerunt et adduxerunt in montem sanctum tuum, et in tabernacula tua. C. Et introibo ad altare Dei ad Deum qui lætificat Juventutem meam. P. Confitebor tibi in cithara, Deus, Deus meus quare tristis es, anima mea? et quare conturbas me? C. Spera in Deo, quoniam adhuc confitebor illi: salutare vultus mei, et Deus meus. HW B JUDGE me, O God, and distinguish my cause from the nation that is not holy: from the unjust and deceitful man deliver me. For Thou, God, art my strength; why hast Thou cast me off? and why go I sorrowful whilst the enemy afflicteth me? Send forth Thy light and Thy truth: they have led me and brought me unto Thy holy hill, and into Thy tabernacles. And I will go in to the altar of God: to God who giveth joy to my youth. I will praise Thee on the harp, O God, my God: why art thou sad, O my soul? and why disquietest thou me? Hope in God, for I will yet praise Him: the salvation of my countenance, and my God. 1 |