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31st July 2022 Morning Prayer

Church of the Holy Ghost, Genoa

Opening Hymn

1 Christ, whose glory fills the skies,
Christ, the true, the only light,
Sun of Righteousness, arise,
triumph o’er the shades of night;
Dayspring from on high, be near;
Daystar, in my heart appear.

2 Dark and cheerless is the morn
unaccompanied by thee;
joyless is the day’s return,
till thy mercy’s beams I see,
till they inward light impart,
glad my eyes, and warm my heart.

3 Visit then this soul of mine,
pierce the gloom of sin and grief;
fill me, radiancy divine,
scatter all my unbelief;
more and more thyself display,
shining to the perfect day. 

Psalm 49:1-12 The response is: 

Blessed is the one who trusts in the Lord.

Blessed is the one who trusts in the Lord.

1 Hear this, all you peoples; ♦

listen, all you that dwell in the world,

2 You of low or high degree, ♦ 

both rich and poor together.

3 My mouth shall speak of wisdom ♦

and my heart shall meditate on understanding.

4 I will incline my ear to a parable; ♦

I will unfold my riddle with the lyre. 

Blessed is the one who trusts in the Lord.

5 Why should I fear in evil days, ♦

when the malice of my foes surrounds me,

6 Such as trust in their goods ♦

and glory in the abundance of their riches?

7 For no one can indeed ransom another ♦

or pay to God the price of deliverance.

8 To ransom a soul is too costly; ♦

there is no price one could pay for it,

9 So that they might live for ever, ♦

and never see the grave.

10 For we see that the wise die also;

with the foolish and ignorant they perish ♦

and leave their riches to others.

11 Their tomb is their home for ever,

their dwelling through all generations, ♦

though they call their lands after their own names.

12 Those who have honour, but lack understanding, ♦

are like the beasts that perish. 

Blessed is the one who trusts in the Lord.

First Reading Hosea 11.1-11

When Israel was a child, I loved him, and out of Egypt I called my son. The more I called them, the more they went from me; they kept sacrificing to the Baals, and offering incense to idols. Yet it was I who taught Ephraim to walk, I took them up in my arms; but they did not know that I healed them. I led them with cords of human kindness, with bands of love. I was to them like those who lift infants to their cheeks. I bent down to them and fed them.  They shall return to the land of Egypt, and Assyria shall be their king, because they have refused to return to me. The sword rages in their cities, it consumes their oracle-priests, and devours because of their schemes. My people are bent on turning away from me. To the Most High they call, but he does not raise them up at all. How can I give you up, Ephraim? How can I hand you over, O Israel? How can I make you like Admah? How can I treat you like Zeboiim? My heart recoils within me; my compassion grows warm and tender. I will not execute my fierce anger; I will not again destroy Ephraim; for I am God and no mortal, the Holy One in your midst, and I will not come in wrath. They shall go after the Lord, who roars like a lion; when he roars, his children shall come trembling from the west. They shall come trembling like birds from Egypt, and like doves from the land of Assyria; and I will return them to their homes, says the Lord.

Hymn between the Readings

1 Be thou my vision, O Lord of my heart,

naught be all else to me save that thou art;

thou my best thought in the day and the


waking or sleeping, thy presence my light.

2 Be thou my wisdom, be thou my true word,

I ever with thee and thou with me Lord;

thou my great Father, and I thy true heir;

thou in me dwelling, and I in thy care.

3 Be thou my breastplate, my sword for the


be thou my armour, and be thou my might,

thou my soul’s shelter, and thou my strong


raise thou me heav’nward, O Pow’r of my


4 Riches I need not, nor all the world’s praise,

thou mine inheritance through all my days;

thou, and thou only, the first in my heart,

high King of heaven, my treasure thou art!

5 High King of heaven, when battle is done,

grant heaven’s joy to me, O bright heav’n’s


Christ of my own heart, whatever befall,

still be thou my vision, O Ruler of all.

Gospel Reading Luke 12.13-21

Someone in the crowd said to Jesus, ‘Teacher, tell my brother to divide the family inheritance with me.’ But he said to him, ‘Friend, who set me to be a judge or arbitrator over you?’ And he said to them, ‘Take care! Be on your guard against all kinds of greed; for one’s life does not consist in the abundance of possessions.’ Then he told them a parable: ‘The land of a rich man produced abundantly. And he thought to himself, “What should I do, for I have no place to store my crops?” Then he said, “I will do this: I will pull down my barns and build larger ones, and there I will store all my grain and my goods. And I will say to my soul, Soul, you have ample goods laid up for many years; relax, eat, drink, be merry.” But God said to him, “You fool! This very night your life is being demanded of you. And the things you have prepared, whose will they be?” So it is with those who store up treasures for themselves but are not rich towards God.’   

The Collect

Lord of all power and might, the author and giver of all good things: graft in our hearts the love of your name, increase in us true religion, nourish us with all goodness, and of your great mercy keep us in the same; through Jesus Christ your Son our Lord, who is alive and reigns with you, in the unity of the Holy Spirit, one God, now and for ever.. Amen.

Closing Hymn

1 Take my life and let it be
consecrated, Lord, to thee;
take my moments and my days,
let them flow in ceaseless praise.

2 Take my hands and let them move
at the impulse of thy love;
take my feet and let them be
swift and beautiful for thee.

3 Take my voice and let me sing
always, only, for my King;
take my lips and let them be
filled with messages from thee.

4 Take my silver and my gold,
not a mite would I withhold;
take my intellect and use
ev’ry pow’r as thou shalt choose.

5 Take my will and make it thine,
it shall be no longer mine;
take my heart, it is thine own,
it shall be thy royal throne.

6 Take my love, my Lord, I pour
at thy feet its treasure store;
take myself, and I will be
ever, only, all for thee. 

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