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Psalm 62
For God alone my soul waits in silence;
from him comes my salvation.
He only is my rock and my salvation, my fortress;
I shall not be greatly moved.

How long will you set upon a man to shatter him, all of you,
like a leaning wall, a tottering fence?
They only plan to thrust him down from his eminence.
They take pleasure in falsehood.
They bless with their mouths, but inwardly they curse.

For God alone my soul waits in silence,
for my hope is from him.
He only is my rock and my salvation, my fortress;
I shall not be shaken.
On God rests my deliverance and my honour;
my mighty rock, my refuge is God.

Trust in him at all times, O people,
pour out your heart before him;
God is a refuge for us.

Men of low estate are but a breath,
men of high estate are a delusion;
in the balances they go up;
they are together lighter than a breath.
Put no confidence in extortion,
set no vain hopes on robbery;
if riches increase, set not your heart on them.

Once God has spoken; twice have I heard this:
that power belongs to God;
and that to you, O Lord, belongs steadfast love.
For you requite a man according to his work.

Glory to Father and Son and Holy Spirit,
* as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be. Amen

Let us pray

Silent prayer

Collect of the day
Let us bless the Lord.Thanks be to God.

Hymn as on Sunday

Psalm 65

Praise is due to you, O God, in Zion;
and to you shall vows be performed,
O you who hear prayer!
To you shall all flesh come on account of sins.
When our transgressions prevail over us, you forgive them.
Blessed is he whom you choose and bring near,
to dwell in your courts!
We shall be satisfied with the goodness of your house,
your holy temple!

By dread deeds you answer us with deliverance,
O God of our salvation,
who are the hope of all the ends of the earth,
and of the farthest seas;
who by your strength have established the mountains,
being girded with might;
who still the roaring of the seas,
the roaring of their waves, the tumult of the peoples;
so that those who dwell at earth's farthest bounds
are afraid at your signs;
you make the outgoings of the morning
and the evening to shout for joy.

You visit the earth and water it,
you greatly enrich it; the river of God is full of water;
you provide their grain, for so you have prepared it.
You water its furrows abundantly, settling its ridges,
softening it with showers, and blessing its growth.
You crown the year with your bounty;
the tracks of your chariot drip with fatness.
The pastures of the wilderness drip,
the hills gird themselves with joy,
the meadows clothe themselves with flocks,
the valleys deck themselves with grain,
they shout and sing together for joy.

Silent prayer, collect and concluding prayers as on Sunday

Hymn as on Sunday

Psalm 84

I am eaten up with the love of your house,
O God of all the powers.
I am longing heart and soul
for the forecourts of the Lord,
my whole body is crying and yearning
for the living God.

Every bird will find a home -
even the swallow builds a nest
in the shadow of your altar,
where she may lay down her young
close to you, Lord of all the powers,
to you, my king, my God.

And happy is the man
who may live under your roof -
he will praise you day by day.
Happy are those people,
who will find their strength in you -
your ways are in their hearts.

Are they to pass through a barren valley,
they will make it a valley of springs.
Spring showers will bless the land.
And so they go on as if they had wings,
to find you in your holy city.

Lord of the powers, hear my prayer,
God of Jacob, listen to me:
protect the people whom you have called,
bless us - we are here before you.

One day in your courts is better
than a thousand days outside.
And to wait upon the threshold
of the house of our Lord God,
is far better than to waste away
my life in the tents of sin.

The Lord is a sun, the Lord is a shield.
He makes us respected, he makes us loved.
The man who goes on the path of life
upright, without lies, will find mercy in the eyes of God.

Happy is the man
who will put his trust in you,
O Lord God of all the powers.

Silent prayer, collect and concluding prayers as on Sunday

Hymn as on Sunday

Psalm 85

Again and again you have favoured your land,
O God, and changed our lives for the better.
You have covered all our sins,
taken away all guilt from your people;
again and again revoked your threats
and quenched the burning fire of your anger.

Now be merciful to us again and no longer
embittered, or would you be angry for ever
with us, throughout all generations?
Would you not rather see us alive
so that we might be glad in you?
Give us a sign of your covenant, then,
God of love, restore us to honour.

I want to hear the word of the Lord.
Peace - that is the word of the Lord.
For his people, for his followers,
for whoever turns back to him,
the Lord holds out a word of peace.
Yes, his rescue is close for them,
his glory will be at home in their land.

Mercy and faithful love will meet,
truth and peace will embrace one another.
Faithfulness sprouts like a seed in the earth,
truth is like a sun in the sky.
Our Lord God will lavish blessing,
and the land will bear its fruit.
Truth like a messenger, runs on ahead of him,
peace follows him wherever he goes.

Silent prayer, collect and concluding prayers as on Sunday

Hymn as on Sunday

Psalm 90

You have been a safe place to live in,
for us, O Lord, throughout all generations.
Even before the mountains were born
and the whole of this world was brought forth,
within living memory you are God,
and in all ages to come.

You make people crumble into dust,
You say: its all over, ah children of Adam.
In your sight, a thousand years
are like yesterday, a day that has passed,
are like an hour of watching by night.
You sweep us out like a dream in the morning,
we are like the vigorous grass that grows -
it comes up at daybreak and flourishes,
at dusk it is mown down and dead.

Yes, we are perishing with your rage,
eaten up with anxiety when you are angry.
For you remember all our sins,
our innermost secrets are before your eyes -
that is why our days are so trivial,
our years as fleeting as a sigh.

The life of a man lasts seventy years,
or eighty, if we are strong.
Most of that is hardship and sorrow -
all at once it is over and we are gone.
Who can fathom the power of your rage,
and who is aware how fearful you are?
Teach us, then, so to value our days
that we may learn to cherish wisdom.

How long must we still wait for you?
O God, come back, and make peace with us.
Do not hold back your grace any longer
and we will from now on be glad in you.
And give us as many happy days
as we have suffered days of misery.

Show us that you are at work for us,
and let our children see your glory.
Be all around us with your mildness, O Lord,
and let the work of our hands be lasting,
let the work of our hands be lasting.

Silent prayer, collect and concluding prayers as on Sunday

Hymn as on Sunday

Psalm 91

Whoever lives in the shelter of the most high God
and spends the night in the shadow of God almighty -
he says to the Lord: my refuge, my stronghold,
my God, in you I put all my trust.

He sets you free from the net of the bird-catcher,
he keeps the plague of evil from you,
he will cover you with his feathers,
under his wings you will find safety.

In the dead of night you have nothing to fear;
neither dread in the daytime a stab in the back,
nor fear the plague that stalks in the darkness -
no fever will ruin you in the heat of day.

Although a thousand fall at your side,
ten thousand go down before your eyes,
it will not touch you, your God is faithful,
he is a shield, a wall round about you.

You have only to lift up your eyes
to see how wickedness is avenged.
Then you say:"The Most High is my refuge",
and you will be at home with him.

No disasters will happen to you,
no pestilence will come close to your tent.
He has sent his angels out,
to guard you at every step you take.

They will bear you up on their hands -
no stone will hurt your feet on your way.
You plant your foot on the head of the lion,
you will trample on the snake,
you will kill the dragon.

"Yes, if he clings to me I will rescue him,
I will make him great, for he holds on to my Name.
If he calls, I will answer. In anguish and need:
I with him, I will make him free
and clothe him with glory.

He shall live to be full of years.
He shall live to see my rescue."

Silent prayer, collect and concluding prayers as on Sunday

Hymn as on Sunday

Psalm 92

It is good to give thanks to the Lord,
to sing praises to your name, O Most High;
to declare your steadfast love in the morning,
and your faithfulness by night,
to the music of the lute and the harp,
to the melody of the lyre.
For you, O Lord, have made me glad by your work;
at the works of your hands I sing for joy.

How great are your works, O Lord!
Your thoughts are very deep!
The dull man cannot know,
the stupid cannot understand this:
that, though the wicked sprout like grass
and all evildoers flourish,
they are doomed to destruction for ever,
but you, O Lord, are on high for ever.
For lo, your enemies shall perish,
all evildoers shall be scattered.

But you have exalted my horn
like that of the wild ox;
you have poured over me fresh oil.
My eyes have seen the downfall of my enemies,
my ears have heard the doom of my evil assailants.

The righteous flourish like the palm tree,
and grow like a cedar in Lebanon.
They are planted in the house of the Lord,
they flourish in the courts of our God.
They still bring forth fruit in old age,
they are ever full of sap and green,
to show that the Lord is upright;
he is my rock and there is no unrighteousness in him.

Silent prayer, collect and concluding prayers as on Sunday