Little Office of The Passion/Compline

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COMPLINE

P. Convert us, O God our Savior.

F. And turn away thine anger from us.

P. Incline unto mine aid, O God.

F. O Lord, make haste to help me.

P. Glory be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Ghost.

F. As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be world without end. Amen. Praise be to thee, O Lord, King of eternal glory.


Antiphon

P. They shall mourn for him as for an only son; because the innocent Lord is slain.


Psalm LXXXVII

O Lord, the God of my salvation:* I have cried in the day, and in the night before thee.

Let my prayer come in before thee: * incline thy ear to my petition.

For my soul is filled with evils: * and my life hath drawn nigh to hell.

I am counted among them that go down to the pit: * I am become as a man without help, free among the dead.

Like the slain sleeping in the sepulchres, whom thou rememberest no more: * and they are cast off from thy land.

They have laid me in the lower pit: * in the dark places, and in the shadow of death.

Thy wrath is strong over me: * and all thy waves thou hast brought in upon me.

Thou has put away my acquaintance far from me: * they have set me an abomination to themselves.

I was delivered up, and came not forth: * my eyes languished through poverty.

All the day I cried to thee, O Lord: * I stretched out my hands to thee.

Wilt thou show wonders to the dead: * or shall physicians raise to life, and give praise to thee?

Shall any one in the sepulchre declare thy mercy: * and thy truth in destruction?

Shall thy wonders be known in the dark: * and thy justice in the land of forgetfulness?

But I, O Lord, have cried to thee: * and in the morning my prayer shall prevent thee.

Lord, why castest thou off my prayer: * why turnest thou away thy face from me?

I am poor, and in labors from my youth: * and being exalted have been humbled and troubled.

Thy wrath hath come upon me: * and thy terrors have troubled me.

They have come round about me like water all the day: * they have compassed me about together.

Friend and neighbor thou hast put far from me: * and my acquaintance, because of misery.

Glory be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Ghost.

As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be world without end. Amen.

Antiphon

P. They shall mourn for him as for an only son; because the innocent Lord is slain.

Hymn

O sinless King, who at the close
Of day didst in the rock repose,
Do thou our restless passions still
And win our hearts to do thy will.

Lord, succor in the conflict dread
The soul for whom thy Blood was shed,
And bring us when life's trials cease
To rest in thine eternal peace.

To Christ, the Lord of Majesty,
Betrayed and sold to set us free,
Who suffered on the cruel tree,
Be praise and honor endlessly. Amen.

Little Chapter
(I Peter IV, 1)

P. Christ having suffered in the flesh, be you also armed with the same thought.

F. Thanks be to God.

P. And his place is in peace.

F. And his abode in Sion.

P. Savior of the world, save us; thou who didst redeem us by thy Cross and Blood, succor us; we beseech thee, O Lord our God.

Now thou dost dismiss thy servant, O Lord, * according to thy word in peace:

Because my eyes have seen * thy salvation,

Which thou hast prepared * before the face of all peoples:

A light to the revelation of the Gentiles, * and the glory of thy people Israel.

Glory be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Ghost.

As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be world without end. Amen.


Antiphon

P. Savior of the world, save us; thou who didst redeem us by thy Cross and Blood, succor us; we beseech thee, O Lord our God.

P. Lord, have mercy on us.

F. Christ, have mercy on us.

P. Lord, have mercy on us.

LET US PRAY

P. O Lord Jesus Christ, who at the last hour of the day, didst repose in the tomb, and wast lamented by thy sorrowful Mother and the other holy women; grant, we beseech thee, that we may mourn for thee with all the devotion of our hearts, and, abounding with tears of compunction, we may with ardent desire ever meditate upon thy most glorious Passion. Who livest and reignest world without end.

F. Amen.