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Little Office of the Passion of Our Lord by S. Bonaventure

3–11 min
Hora

Incline unto mine aid, O God.

O Lord, make haste to help me.

Glory be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Ghost,

As it was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be, world without end.

Amen.

Praise be to Thee, O Lord, King of everlasting glory.

Hymn

Jesus was hanged upon the tree, And thirsted in His agony, In hands and feet He deigned to bear The cruel nails that held Him there.

Honour and blessing ever be, O Jesus crucified, to Thee, Who, by Thy death and bitter pain, Didst bring us exiles home again.

To Christ, the Lord of Majesty, Betrayed and sold to set us free, Who suffered on the cruel tree, Be praise and honour endlessly.

Amen.

Antiphon

They put over His Head His cause, written, Jesus of Nazareth, King of the Jews.

Psalm CXV

I have believed: therefore, have I spoken; but I have been humbled exceedingly.

I said in my excess: Every man is a liar. What shall I render to the Lord: for all the things that He hath rendered to me?

I will take the chalice of salvation: and I will call upon the name of the Lord. I will pay my vows to the Lord before all His people: precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints.

O Lord, for I am Thy servant: I am Thy servant, and the son of Thy handmaid.

Thou hast broken my bonds: I will sacrifice to Thee the sacrifice of praise, and I will call upon the name of the Lord.

I will pay my vows to the Lord in the sight of all His people: in the courts of the house of the Lord, in the midst of thee, O Jerusalem.

Glory be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Ghost, As it was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be, world without end.

Amen.

Antiphon

They put over His Head His cause, written, Jesus of Nazareth, King of the Jews.

Little Chapter (I Peter 2. 23-24)

He delivered Himself to him that judged Him unjustly, Who His own Self bore our sins in His Body on the tree, that we, being dead to sins, should live to justice; by Whose stripes we were healed.

Thanks be to God.

He was offered because it was His own will.

And He Himself bore our iniquities.

Lord, have mercy.

Christ, have mercy.

Lord, have mercy.

Let us pray.

O Lord Jesus Christ, Who, at the sixth hour of the day, didst mount upon the gibbet of the cross and, thirsting for our salvation, didst suffer gall and vinegar to be given Thee to drink: we humbly beseech Thee to enkindle Thy fire in our hearts, and make us to thirst for the chalice of Thy Passion, Who livest and reignest, world without end.

Amen.

Sobre esta oração

A traditional little office in honour of Passion of Our Lord by S. Bonaventure, arranged in the canonical hours.

História

From a book of the same name published in 1920.

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