Protector noster. [Psalm 84]
Behold, O God, our defender, and look upon the face of thine Anointed: for one day in thy courts is better than a thousand. O how amiable are thy dwellings, thou Lord of hosts; my soul hath a desire, and longing to enter into the courts of the Lord. 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. Behold. O God . . .
Almighty and everlasting God, give unto us the increase of faith, hope, and charity; and, that we may obtain that which thou dost promise, make us to love that which thou dost command; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.
Brethren: I say then, Walk in the Spirit, and ye shall not fulfil the lust of the flesh. For the flesh lusteth against the Spirit, and the Spirit against the flesh: and these are contrary the one to the other: so that ye cannot do the things that ye would. But if ye be led of the Spirit, ye are not under the law. Now the works of the flesh are manifest, which are these; Adultery, fornication, uncleanness, lasciviousness, idolatry, witchcraft, hatred, variance, emulations, wrath, strife, seditions, heresies, envyings, murders, drunkenness, revellings, and such like: of the which I tell you before, as I have also told you in time past, that they which do such things shall not inherit the kingdom of God. But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, temperance: against such there is no law. And they that are Christ’s have crucified the flesh with the affections and lusts.
[Psalm 118] It is better to trust in the Lord, than to put any confidence in man. It is better to trust in the Lord, than to put any confidence in princes.
Alleluia, alleluia. [Psalm 95] O come, let us sing unto the Lord: let us heartily rejoice in the strength of our salvation. Alleluia.
St. Luke 17:11–19
At that time: And it came to pass, as he went to Jerusalem, that he passed through the midst of Samaria and Galilee. And as he entered into a certain village, there met him ten men that were lepers, which stood afar off: And they lifted up their voices, and said, Jesus, Master, have mercy on us. And when he saw them, he said unto them, Go show yourselves unto the priests. And it came to pass, that, as they went, they were cleansed. And one of them, when he saw that he was healed, turned back, and with a loud voice glorified God, And fell down on his face at his feet, giving him thanks: and he was a Samaritan. And Jesus answering said, Were there not ten cleansed? but where are the nine? There are not found that returned to give glory to God, save this stranger. And he said unto him, Arise, go thy way: thy faith hath made thee whole.
[Psalm 34] The Angel of the Lord tarrieth round about them that fear him, and delivereth them: O taste, and see, how gracious is the Lord.
St. Matthew 6. Seek ye first the kingdom of God: and all these things shall be added unto you, saith the Lord.
The following poem is from John Keble’s The Christian Year (1827).
And Jesus answering said, Were there not ten cleansed?
but where are the nine?
There are not found that returned
to give glory to God, save this stranger.
St. Luke xvii. 17, 18.
Ten cleansed, and only one remain!
Who would have thought our nature’s stain
Was dyed so foul, so deep in grain?
E’en He who reads the heart—
Knows what He gave and what we lost,
Sin’s forfeit, and redemption’s cost,—
By a short pang of wonder crossed
Seems at the sight to start:
Yet ’twas not wonder, but His love
Our wavering spirits would reprove,
That heavenward seem so free to move
When earth can yield no more
Then from afar on God we cry,
But should the mist of woe roll by,
Not showers across an April sky
Drift, when the storm is o’er,
Faster than those false drops and few
Fleet from the heart, a worthless dew.
What sadder scene can angels view
Than self-deceiving tears,
Poured idly over some dark page
Of earlier life, though pride or rage,
The record of to-day engage,
A woe for future years?
Spirits, that round the sick man’s bed
Watched, noting down each prayer he made,
Were your unerring roll displayed,
His pride of health to abase;
Or, when, soft showers in season fall
Answering a famished nation’s call,
Should unseen fingers on the wall
Our vows forgotten trace:
How should we gaze in trance of fear!
Yet shines the light as thrilling clear
From Heaven upon that scroll severe,
“Ten cleansed and one remain!”
Nor surer would the blessing prove
Of humbled hearts, that own Thy love,
Should choral welcome from above
Visit our senses plain:
Than by Thy placid voice and brow,
With healing first, with comfort now,
Turned upon him, who hastes to bow
Before Thee, heart and knee;
“Oh! thou, who only wouldst be blest,
On thee alone My blessing rest!
Rise, go thy way in peace, possessed
For evermore of Me.”
The following hymn is from Bp. Christopher Wordsworth’s The Holy Year; or Hymns for Sundays and Holy Days throughout the Year (1862).
FOURTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY
The thankful Samaritan and the unthankful nine lepers in the Gospel of the Week.
“Go, show yourselves unto the Priests,”
Christ to Ten Lepers said;
The Nine, who went, unthankful were,
One, who turn’d back, obey’d.
By turning back he gain’d from Christ
A blessing for his soul;
“Arise, and go thy way in peace.
Thy faith hath made thee whole.”
Lord, once afar remov’d from Thee
The race of Adam stood,
Tainted by Sin’s foul Leprosy,
A wretched brotherhood.
But Thou hast come from heaven to earth,
O gracious, loving Lord;
And by Thy sanctifying blood
We are to health restor’d.
Thy mercies on our weary souls
Fall like refreshing dews,
And ev’ry day and ev’ry hour
Thy gifts of grace renews.
We go unto the Priests, but first
Our Great High Priest we praise;
Turn back to Christ ; for he who is
Most thankful, best obeys.
He who most thankful is to Christ,
He best in Christ believes;
And greater mercies. Lord, from Thee
By Thankfulness receives.
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
One God and Persons Three,
From whom all good comes down to men.
Be praise eternally.