Friday 8 October

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Almighty God,
to whom all hearts are open,
all desires known,
and from whom no secrets are hid:
cleanse the thoughts of our hearts
by the inspiration of your Holy Spirit,
that we may perfectly love you,
and worthily magnify your holy name;
through Christ our Lord.  Amen.

Mark 16.1–8
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.

Psalms 88
  O Lord, God of my salvation,
   I have cried day and night before you.
  Let my prayer come into your presence;
   incline your ear to my cry.
  For my soul is full of troubles;
   my life draws near to the land of death.
  I am counted as one gone down to the Pit;
   I am like one that has no strength,
  Lost among the dead,
   like the slain who lie in the grave,
  Whom you remember no more,
   for they are cut off from your hand.
  You have laid me in the lowest pit,
   in a place of darkness in the abyss.
  Your anger lies heavy upon me,
   and you have afflicted me with all your waves.
  You have put my friends far from me
   and made me to be abhorred by them.
  I am so fast in prison that I cannot get free;
   my eyes fail from all my trouble.
  Lord, I have called daily upon you;
   I have stretched out my hands to you.
  Do you work wonders for the dead?
   Will the shades stand up and praise you?
  Shall your loving-kindness be declared in the grave,
   your faithfulness in the land of destruction?
  Shall your wonders be known in the dark
   or your righteous deeds in the land where all is forgotten?
  But as for me, O Lord, I will cry to you;
   early in the morning my prayer shall come before you.
  Lord, why have you rejected my soul?
   Why have you hidden your face from me?
  I have been wretched and at the point of death from my youth;
   I suffer your terrors and am no more seen.
  Your wrath sweeps over me;
   your horrors are come to destroy me;
  All day long they come about me like water;
   they close me in on every side.
  Lover and friend have you put far from me
   and hid my companions out of my sight.