29C - Good Friday — 31C - Easter Day
Be gracious, O LORD, for I am in distress;
my eye is wasting with anger,
together with my inner being and my stomach.
For my life is consumed by grief
and my years in groaning;
My strength fails because of my distress
and my bones become weak.
Because of my oppressors I am a disgrace;
to my neighbours, I’m a disaster,
to my acquaintances, a cause for trembling.
seeing me in the street they flee from me.
I am forgotten like one who is dead,
and have become like a broken pot.
For I have heard the whispering of the crowd – terror all around –
in scheming together against me they plot to take my life.
But I trust in you, O LORD;
I say, ‘You are my God.’
My days are in your hands;
snatch me from the hand of my enemies and pursuers.
Let your face shine on your servant;
save me in your steadfast love.
A CREATIVE MOMENT
Click here for some ideas for worship in Lent and Easter gleaned from the pages of “On the Move” (now out of print), published by the Joint Board of Christian Education, Melbourne, Australia.
Looking for contemporary music and song resources?
Try David MacGregor’s Together to Celebrate
Or metrical psalms? Try Dale A. Schoening’s Sing the Psalms
|HYMN SUGGESTIONS – HOLY SATURDAY|
|Psalm 31:1-4, 15-16|
|Great God, we sing that mighty hand||TIS 124|
|Have faith in God, my heart||TIS 619|
|Put all your trust in God||TIS 555|
|Sing of the Lord’s goodness||TIS 183|
|We praise, we worship you, O God||TIS 98|
|1 Peter 4:1-8|
|All hail the power of Jesus’ name||TIS 224|
|Filled with the Spirit’s power, with one||TIS 411|
|O Lord of every shining constellation||TIS 157|
|O dearest Lord, thy sacred head||TIS 352|
|Soldiers of Christ, arise||TIS 570|
|Where there is charity and love||TIS 434|
|My song is love unknown||TIS 341|
|Myrrh-bearing Mary from Magdala came||TIS 660|
|Now the green blade rises from the buried grain||TIS 382|
|Pull back the veil on the dawn of creation||TIS 326|
|Were you there when they crucified my Lord||TIS 345|
|Man more than man||TIS 355|
|Soul of my Saviour, sanctify my breast||TIS 502|