God, our judge and saviour,
teach us to be open to your truth
and to trust in your love,
that we may live each day
with confidence in the salvation which is given
through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.
When the sabbath was over, Mary Magdalene, and Mary the mother of James, and Salome bought spices, so that they might go and anoint him. And very early on the first day of the week, when the sun had risen, they went to the tomb. They had been saying to one another, ‘Who will roll away the stone for us from the entrance to the tomb?’ When they looked up, they saw that the stone, which was very large, had already been rolled back. As they entered the tomb, they saw a young man, dressed in a white robe, sitting on the right side; and they were alarmed. But he said to them, ‘Do not be alarmed; you are looking for Jesus of Nazareth, who was crucified. He has been raised; he is not here. Look, there is the place they laid him. But go, tell his disciples and Peter that he is going ahead of you to Galilee; there you will see him, just as he told you.’ So they went out and fled from the tomb, for terror and amazement had seized them; and they said nothing to anyone, for they were afraid.
O Lord, hear my prayer
and let my crying come before you.
Hide not your face from me
in the day of my distress.
Incline your ear to me;
when I call, make haste to answer me,
For my days are consumed in smoke
and my bones burn away as in a furnace.
My heart is smitten down and withered like grass,
so that I forget to eat my bread.
From the sound of my groaning
my bones cleave fast to my skin.
I am become like a vulture in the wilderness,
like an owl that haunts the ruins.
I keep watch and am become like a sparrow
solitary upon the housetop.
My enemies revile me all the day long,
and those who rage at me have sworn together against me.
I have eaten ashes for bread
and mingled my drink with weeping,
Because of your indignation and wrath,
for you have taken me up and cast me down.
My days fade away like a shadow,
and I am withered like grass.
But you, O Lord, shall endure for ever
and your name through all generations.
You will arise and have pity on Zion;
it is time to have mercy upon her;
surely the time has come.
For your servants love her very stones
and feel compassion for her dust.
Then shall the nations fear your name, O Lord,
and all the kings of the earth your glory,
When the Lord has built up Zion
and shown himself in glory;
When he has turned to the prayer of the destitute
and has not despised their plea.
This shall be written for those that come after,
and a people yet unborn shall praise the Lord.
For he has looked down from his holy height;
from the heavens he beheld the earth,
That he might hear the sighings of the prisoner
and set free those condemned to die;
That the name of the Lord may be proclaimed in Zion
and his praises in Jerusalem,
When peoples are gathered together
and kingdoms also, to serve the Lord.
He has brought down my strength in my journey
and has shortened my days.
I pray, ‘O my God, do not take me in the midst of my days;
your years endure throughout all generations.
‘In the beginning you laid the foundations of the earth,
and the heavens are the work of your hands;
‘They shall perish, but you will endure;
they all shall wear out like a garment.
‘You change them like clothing, and they shall be changed;
but you are the same, and your years will not fail.
‘The children of your servants shall continue,
and their descendants shall be established in your sight.’