Good Friday

Is 52.13-53.12; Heb 4.14-16,5.7-9; Jn 18.1-19 -19.42 

The organ will be silent to encourage reflection. 

• Silence during the prostration
• Veneration of the cross: The Improperia (Victoria)*; O Bone Jesu** (Robert Parsons 1535-1571)
• Ante-Communio: Civitas sancti*** (W. Byrd)
• Hymns: O Sacred Head sore wounded (Passion chorale)

*Popule meus, quid feci tibi? Aut in quo contravisti te? Responde mihi. Quia eduxi te de terra Ægypti: parasti crucem Salvatori tuo. Agios o Theos. Sanctus Deus. Agios ischyros. Sanctus fortis. Agios athanatos, eleison imas. Sanctus et immortalis, miserere nobis.

My people, what have I done to you? How have I offended you? Answer me. I led you out of Egypt, but you have prepared a cross for the one who saved you. Holy God. Holy and Strong. Holy immortal one, have mercy on us.

**O bone Jesu. Illumina oculos meos, ne umquam obdormiam in morte, ne quando dicat inimicus: prevalui adversus eum. 
O Adonai. In manus tuas Domine commendo spiritum meum: redemisti me Domine Deus veritatis. 
O Messias. Locutus sum in lingua mea: notum fac mihi finem meum.  
O agios. Et numerum dierum meorum quis est, ut sciam quid desit mihi. 
O Heloi. Dirupisti Domine vincula mea: tibi sacrificabo hostiam laudis, et nomen Domini invocabo. 
O Emmanuel. Periit fuga a me, et non est qui requirat animam meam.  
O Christe. Clamavi ad te Domine, dixi: tu es spes mea, portio mea in terra viventium. 
O rex noster. Fac me cum signum bonum, ut videant qui oderunt me, et confundantur: quoniam tu Domine adjuvisti et consolatus es me. 
O Rabbi. Signatum est super nos lumen vultus tui Domine: dedisti laetitiam in corde meo. Amen.

O good Jesus. Give light to my eyes, or I will sleep in death, and my enemy will say, ‘I have overcome him.’ O Lord. Into your hands I commit my spirit: deliver me, Lord God of truth. O Messiah. I have spoken: Lord, make me know my end. O Holy One. And what is the number of my days: that I may know what is lacking in me. O my God. You have broken my bonds: I will offer you the sacrifice of praise and call on the name of our Lord. O Emmanuel. I have no refuge; no one cares for my life. O Christ. I have cried to you, O Lord, I have said, ‘You are my hope, my portion in the land of the living.’ O our King. Give me a sign of your goodness, that my enemies may see it and be put to shame, for you, Lord, have helped me and comforted me. O teacher. You have let the light of your face shine on us: you have filled my heart with joy. Amen.

***Civitas sancti tui facta est deserta.
Sion deserta facta est,
Jerusalem desolata est.

Your holy city has become a wilderness.
Zion has become a wilderness,
Jerusalem has been made desolate.