PRAYERS FOR THE DAY

MORNING PRAYER
AFTERNOON PRAYER
EVENING PRAYER

 

   

MORNING PRAYER:

God, come to my assistance.
Lord, make haste to help me.

Glory to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit:
as it was in the beginning , is now, and will be for ever.
Amen.

Hymn:

Breathe on me, breath of God,
Fill me with life anew,
That I may love the things you love,
And do what you would do.

Breathe on me, breath of God,
Until my heart is pure,
Until with you I have one will,
To live and to endure.

Breathe on me, breath of God,
My soul with grace refine,
Until this earthly part of me
Glows with your fire divine.

Breathe on me, breath of God,
So I shall never die,
But live with you the perfect life
In your eternity.

Text: Edwin Hatch, 1835-1889

 

Hymn:

From all that dwell below the skies
Let the Creator's praise arise: 
Let the Redeemer's name be sung
Through every land, by every tongue,
Hallelujah!

Eternal are thy mercies, Lord;
Eternal truth attends thy word: 
Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore,
Till suns shall rise and set no more: 
Hallelujah!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

AFTERNOON PRAYER:

 

PRAYER TO SAINT JOSEPH,
FOR PROTECTION

Gracious Saint Joseph, 
protect me and my family from all evil 
as you did the Holy Family. 
Kindly keep us ever united in the love of Christ, 
ever fervent in imitation 
of the virtue of our Blessed Lady, 
your sinless spouse, 
and always faithful in devotion to you.

Amen.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

EVENING PRAYER:

A NIGHT PRAYER TO
OUR BLESSED MOTHER

Night is falling dear Mother, long day is o'er;
Before thy image I am kneeling once more 
To thank thee for keeping me safe this day, 
To ask thee this night to keep evil away. 

Many times have I fallen Mother dear; 
Many graces neglected since last I knelt here;
Wilt thou not in pity, my own Mother Mild, 
Ask Jesus to pardon the sins of thy child? 

I am going to sleep now, day's work is done; 
Its hours and its moments have passed one by one. 
God Who will judge me, has counted them all; 
He has numbered each grace, He has counted each fall; 

In His book they are written against the last day. 
Oh! Mother Ask Jesus to wash them away.
For one drop of His Blood for sinners was spilt, 
Is sufficient to cleanse the world of its guilt. 

And if er' the dawn I should draw my last breath; 
The sleep I take be the long sleep of death;
Be near me Mother for dear Jesus' sake. 
When at eternity shore my soul shall awake.

Amen.