Easter 49

Lord and God,

You who scatter eternal mountains and everlasting hills, whose arrows cause the stars to hold their breath, who opens the sealed judgment upon the world itself, have mercy. Hear the prayers of your people, smell the incense of the heavenly altar and show mercy in the days of your wrath.

As in the days of David who danced with joy before your ark, make us to stand in whose presence none can prevail. At the outpouring of your wrath we tremble, yet though the fig tree should not blossom, nor fruit be on the vines, the produce of the olive fail and the fields yield no food, the flock be cut off from the fold and there be no herd in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the LORD; we will take joy in the God of my salvation. Your wrath must come upon this world, yet count as as not of it. Count us as the Lamb whose blood ransoms for God a people for his own possession.