{"id":136599,"date":"2025-04-19T14:00:00","date_gmt":"2025-04-19T18:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kendallharmon.net\/?p=136599"},"modified":"2025-04-19T11:55:26","modified_gmt":"2025-04-19T15:55:26","slug":"a-canticle-from-the-holy-saturday-liturgy-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kendallharmon.net\/?p=136599","title":{"rendered":"A Canticle from the Holy Saturday liturgy"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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In the midst of life we are in death.
We grow and wither as quickly as flowers;
we disappear like shadows.
To whom can we go for help, but to you, Lord God,
though you are rightly displeased because of our sins?
And yet, Lord God Almighty,
most holy and most merciful Saviour,
deliver us from the bitterness of eternal death.
You know the secrets of our hearts;
mercifully hear us, most worthy judge eternal;
keep us, at our last hour,
in the consolation of your love.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You, O Lord, are gracious and compassionate,
slow to anger and rich in love.
As kind as a father is to his children,
so kind is the Lord to those who honour him.
For you know what we are made of;
you remember that we are dust.
As for us, our life is like grass.
We grow and flourish like a wildflower;
then the wind blows on it, and it is gone
no-one sees it again.
But for those who honour the Lord, his love lasts forever,
and his goodness endures for all generations.<\/p>

Burial of Christ by Carl Heinrich Bloch pic.twitter.com\/5WUdDb66Hi<\/a><\/p>— Paige Carpenter (@roguedoe) April 19, 2025<\/a><\/blockquote>