The Lord be with you.
And with your spirit.
Lift up your hearts.
We lift them up to the Lord.
Let us give thanks to the Lord our God.
It is right and just.
It is indeed right and just,
it is our duty and leads to our salvation
to give you thanks always and everywhere,
almighty and merciful God.
How wonderfully you created man
and still more wonderfully remade him.
You do not abandon the sinner,
but seek him out with a Father’s love.
You sent your Son into the world
to destroy death and sin by his Passion
and to restore life and joy by his Resurrection.
You sent the Holy Spirit into our hearts
to make us your children and heirs of your Kingdom.
You constantly renew our spirit
in the sacraments of your redeeming love,
freeing us from slavery to sin
and transforming us
into the likeness of your beloved Son.
Freeing us from slavery to sin
and transforming us
into the likeness of your beloved Son.
We thank you and bless you, O Lord,
for the wonders of your mercy;
and we join with the whole Church
in a new song of praise.
Holy, holy …

The voices of the prophets
announce the coming of the Lord
who brings to all men
the gift of his peace.
Behold a new light
rises in the morning,
a voice resounds:
the king of glory comes.
At his first coming
Christ came to save us,
to heal our wounds
of body and spirit.
At the end of time
he will return as judge;
he will give the promised kingdom
to his faithful servants.
Today, on our path
his light shines for us;
Jesus, the sun of grace,
calls us to new life.
It is you, O Christ, we seek;
it is you we want to know,
to praise you forever
in your eternal kingdom.
To you be praise, O Lord,
born of the Virgin Mary,
to the Father and the Holy Spirit
for ever and ever. Amen.

On the eighth day dawns
the age of the new world,
consecrated by Christ,
first fruits of the risen.
O Jesus, king of glory,
unite your faithful people
to the paschal triumph
over evil and death.
Grant that one day we may come
to meet you, O Lord,
on the clouds of heaven
in the Kingdom of the blessed.
Transformed into your image,
we shall see your face
and there will be fullness of joy,
for ever and ever. Amen.

Abba, Abba, Father!
Our Father who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy Name;
thy kingdom come;
thy will be done
on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread,
and forgive us our trespasses
as we forgive those who trespass against us
and lead us not into temptation
but deliver us from evil.

We praise you, O God,
we proclaim you as Lord,
O Eternal Father,
all the earth adores you.
To you sing the angels
and all the powers of heaven,
holy, holy, holy,
holy, holy, holy,
Lord God of the Universe!
Heaven and earth
are full of your glory.
The choir of apostles acclaims you
and the white-robed army of martyrs.
The voices of the prophets unite in your praise,
the holy Church proclaims your glory,
adoring your only Son,
and the Holy Spirit, the Paraclete.
O Christ, king of glory,
eternal Son of the Father,
you were born of the Virgin Mother
for the salvation of man.
Victorious over death,
you opened to the faithful the kingdom of Heaven.
You sit at the right hand of God, in the glory of the Father.
You will come to judge the world at the end of time.
Help your servants, O Lord,
redeemed by your precious blood.
May we be numbered with your saints
in everlasting glory.
Save your people, O Lord,
guide and protect your children.
Day by day we bless you,
we praise your name for ever.
Grant today, O Lord,
to keep us free from sin.
May your mercy be ever with us:
in you have we hoped.
Have mercy on us, O Lord,
have mercy on us.
You are our hope,
may we never be confounded.

He rose from death, he rose from death,
he rose from death, alleluia!
Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, he rose from death!
Death,
where is death?
Where is my death?
Where is its victory?
He rose from death…
Rejoice!
O brothers, rejoice!
For if today we love each other,
it is because he rose from death.
He rose from death…
Thanks
be given to the Father,
who brings us to his kingdom,
where we live through his love!
He rose from death…
If with him we die,
with him we live,
with him we sing:
alleluia!
Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, he rose from death!
He rose from death, he rose from death,
he rose from death, alleluia!

You are blessed,
Lord, God of our Fathers.
To you, glory and praise,
glory and praise for ever!
You are blessed,
and blessed is your glorious, holy Name.
To you, glory and praise,
glory and praise for ever!
You are blessed
in the Temple of your glory.
To you, glory and praise,
glory and praise for ever!
You are blessed
on the throne of your Kingdom.
To you, glory and praise,
glory and praise for ever!
You are blessed,
who gaze into the depths.
To you, glory and praise,
glory and praise for ever!
You are blessed,
enthroned on the cherubim.
To you, glory and praise,
glory and praise for ever!
You are blessed,
in the firmament of heaven.
To you, glory and praise,
glory and praise for ever!
All you works of the Lord,
O bless the Lord!
To him glory and praise!
Glory and praise for ever!

Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia!
Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia!
Here comes the Kingdom
of the Lord and his Christ.
Here comes the Kingdom,
of the Lord our God.
Alleluia...
Let’s give him glory;
it is time for the wedding.
Let’s give him glory
for the wedding of our Lord.
Alleluia...
Happy are those
invited to the wedding,
to the wedding
of the Lamb.
Alleluia...
Happy are those
invited to the wedding,
to the wedding
with the Lord.
Alleluia…

They were poor men, like you, like me;
they'd been casting their nets in the lake
or collecting taxes at the gates of the city.
I remember that amongst them all
there was not even a learned man,
and the one whom they called Master
was dead and buried in a tomb.
If you feel a breeze from heaven,
a wind shaking the doors,
listen, it's a voice that is calling you,
inviting you to travel afar.
There's a fire arising
in him who is waiting,
in him who cherishes
hopes of love.
They had a heart in their breast, like you, like me,
gripped by a fear cold as ice,
eyes that were dry, unable to cry anymore
and faces pale with fever and fear.
They surely were thinking about their lost friend,
about the woman left at the door of the house,
about the cross standing at the top of the hill.
If you feel a breeze from heaven…
And the wind shook the door of the house,
it entered wildly into the room,
and they had eyes and voices of fire;
they rushed out to sing their joy in the street.
Man, you who wait hidden in shadow,
the voice that is calling is really for you;
it brings you joy, it brings you good news:
the Kingdom of God has already come!
If you feel a breeze from heaven…

The Lord is coming with majesty enrobed,
girded with power, he clothes himself in splendour.
He keeps the world firm, it will never be shaken,
your throne stands firm, you are from all eternity.
Holiness is fitting to your house,
Holiness is fitting to your house!
The Lord is coming with majesty enrobed…
To the one who loves us and frees us from our sins,
and has made of us a kingdom of priests,
to him be glory and power for ever and ever,
to him be glory and power for ever and ever!
The Lord is coming with majesty enrobed…
Behold! He is coming, he is coming on the clouds,
Behold! He is coming and everyone will see him.
Even those, even those who pierced him,
all the nations of the earth.
The Lord is coming with majesty enrobed,
girded with power, he clothes himself in splendour.

Elí, Elí, lamá sabachtháni?
My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
How far I feel you from my lamentation;
I call on you by day and you do not answer,
I call by night and there is no rest for me.
Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?…
Yet you are the Holy One,
you dwell in the praises of my people;
in you my fathers have hoped,
they hoped in you and you have freed them;
they cried to you and they were saved,
they hoped in you and did not remain disappointed.
Then me? Why don’t you help me?
Perhaps I am not a man? Look, I am a worm!
Disgraced among men! Rejection of my people!
All those who see me curl their lips,
they mock me, shake their heads and say:
"He trusted in the Lord,
let him rescue him if he loves him so much."
Yes, you love me, yes, you cherish me!
You drew me out of my mother’s womb,
at my birth you picked me up,
from my mother’s womb you have been my God,
when I was being born I entrusted myself to you.
Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?…
Do not be far from me;
look! anguish is near and no one helps me.
Many bullocks surround me,
bulls of Bashan besiege me,
against me they open wide their mouths,
like a lion raging and roaring.
I am dirty water which is thrown away,
all my bones are racked;
my heart is like wax,
melting away within my bosom;
dry as a pot-shard is my palate,
my tongue is stuck to my throat,
you have thrown me in the dust of death.
Eli…
A pack of dogs surrounds me,
a gang of evildoers besieges me;
they have pierced my hands and my feet,
I can count all my bones.
They stare at me, they observe me,
they divide my garments among them,
and for my clothes they cast lots.
But you, Lord, do not stay far away! –
my strength, my strength, run to my help!
Save me from the sword,
from the claws of the dogs, save my life,
save me, save me from the mouth of the lion,
and from the horns of the bulls!
Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?…
I will announce your name to my brothers,
I will praise you in the midst of the assembly:
I will say: Praise the Lord you who fear him,
sing to the Lord, descendants of Jacob!
let the race of Israel give him glory;
because he was not disgusted with this poor man,
the only one who was not scandalised at me.
He did not despise this wretched man,
he did not hide his face from him,
but at his cry for help he answered him,
at his cry he heard him.
Eli…
Now I know that the poor will be saved,
that everyone who looks for you will find you,
that their hearts, their hearts will live,
will live forever, will live eternally.
All the ends of the earth will return to the Lord,
all the families of nations shall bow down before him.
Because the kingdom, the kingdom is the Lord’s;
he is the ruler of all the nations,
all those who prosper on the earth will bow down before him,
to him will bow all those who go down to the dust.
And I, I will live, will live for him,
my descendants shall serve him.
The Lord will be spoken of to the coming generations,
they will announce to them what he has done for me;
to the people yet to be born they will say: "Behold the work of the Lord."

No one can serve two masters,
because loving the one, he despises the other;
you cannot serve God and money.
That’s why I tell you:
do not be anxious about your life,
what you’ll eat, what you’ll drink,
what you’ll wear;
is not life worth more than food
and your body, more than clothing?
Look at the birds of the air:
they don’t sow, they don’t reap,
yet your Father feeds them!
Look at the birds of the air:
they don’t sow, they don’t reap,
yet your Father feeds them!
And which of you, by being anxious,
can add one hour to his life?
And about clothing, why do you worry?
Look at the lilies of the field,
they don’t toil, they don’t spin;
Solomon was not dressed like them!
Look at the lilies of the field,
they don’t toil, they don’t spin;
Solomon was not dressed like them!
Seek first the Kingdom of God
and all other things will be given you as well;
you cannot serve God and money!
Seek the Kingdom of God
and all other things will be given you as well;
you cannot serve two masters!
No one can serve two masters,
because loving the one, he despises the other;
you cannot serve God and money.

Jesus went around all the towns,
passing from village to village;
he proclaimed the Kingdom.
When he saw the crowds following him, he had compassion
because they were tired,
because they were dejected,
like sheep without a shepherd.
Then Jesus said to his disciples:
"The harvest is large, is large indeed
but the workers are few.
Pray, then, to the Lord of the harvest
to send workers to his harvest.
And now, I am sending you out
like sheep among wolves:
so be cunning as serpents
and simple as doves,
simple as doves.
Do not carry purse or money,
knapsack or sandals,
but proclaim: the Kingdom is at hand,
Jesus is risen, he comes with us,
he comes with us.
Whoever loves his father or his mother more than me,
is not worthy of me, is not worthy of me.
Whoever loves his son or his daughter more than me,
is not worthy of me, is not worthy of me.
Whoever does not take his cross and follow me,
is not worthy of me, is not worthy of me.
And whoever seeks his life in this world,
he will lose it, he will lose it.
But whoever loses his life for my sake,
he will find it, he will find it.
He who listens to you,
listens to me.
He who welcomes you,
welcomes me.
He who welcomes me, welcomes God,
welcomes God!"

You who dwell in the gardens,
where my companions are listening,
let me hear your voice,
let me hear your voice.
Flee, my beloved,
like a gazelle,
like a young stag,
on the sweet scented mountains.
I am in his eyes
as one who has found peace,
my vineyard is here in front of me,
my vineyard is here in front of me,
Flee, my beloved,
like a gazelle,
like a young stag,
on the sweet scented mountains.
You who dwell in the gardens…
The Church through Baptism has been introduced into the gardens of the Kingdom "where the
companions are listening."
There, as she has been made mother and teacher of all nations because of the experience of
love she has received and because of the suffering, the joys, the failures, the recoveries and – we
could say – because of the history of salvation that the Song of Songs expresses, the Church is
invited by the Bridegroom to let her voice be heard in a final yearning.
The Church answers with an eschatological paschal cry: what she has come to know and
experienced of the Bridegroom makes her desire to flee with him in a final exodus "to the sweet
scented mountains," which is Heaven, forever free.

Worthy are you to take the scroll
and to open its seals,
for you have been slain
and you have ransomed with your blood
men from every people,
tongue, tribe and nation.
And you have made of them for our God
a kingdom, a kingdom of priests.
And they reign, and they reign
over the earth.
Worthy are you, slain Lamb,
to take the scroll
and to open its seals,
for you have ransomed with your blood
men from every people,
tongue, tribe and nation.
And you have made of them for our God
a kingdom, a kingdom of priests.
And they reign, and they reign
over the earth.

My bonds are broken,
my debts are paid,
my doors wide open,
I go everywhere!
They crouch in their corner
and keep weaving the pale web of their hours,
or go back to sit in the dust
to count all their coins,
and they call me, and they call me
to turn back.
But my sword is already forged,
I have put on my armour,
my horse is impatient
and I shall gain my kingdom,
and I shall gain my kingdom!
I shall gain my kingdom,
I shall gain my kingdom,
I go everywhere.
I shall gain my kingdom,
I shall gain my kingdom,
I go everywhere!
My bonds are broken…
I shall gain my kingdom…

Lifting up his eyes to his disciples, Jesus said:
Happy are you poor
for yours is the Kingdom of God.
Happy are you that now are hungry
for you shall be filled.
Happy are you that now are weeping
for you shall laugh.
Happy are you when men hate you and insult you
on account of the Son of Man,
rejoice on that day,
for your reward shall be great in heaven.
But woe to you that now are rich
for you already have your consolation.
Woe to you that now are full
for you shall go hungry.
Woe to you that now are laughing
for you shall mourn and weep.
Woe to you when all men speak well of you,
so they spoke of the false prophets.
But to you who are listening I say:
love your enemies,
do good to those who hate you.
Bless those who curse you,
pray for those who ill-treat you.
To him who slaps you on one cheek
offer the other one as well.
To him who takes away your cloak,
do not refuse your tunic.
Give to every one who asks you
and from him who takes your goods do not ask for their return.
Do not judge.
Do not condemn.
Forgive.
And you will be forgiven.
Love your enemies…
Do not judge…