Morning Prayer

A Reading from the Book of Revelation.

14 Then I looked, and there was a white cloud, and seated on the cloud was one like the Son of Man, with a golden crown on his head, and a sharp sickle in his hand! 15 Another angel came out of the temple, calling with a loud voice to the one who sat on the cloud, “Use your sickle and reap, for the hour to reap has come, because the harvest of the earth is fully ripe.” 16 So the one who sat on the cloud swung his sickle over the earth, and the earth was reaped. 17 Then another angel came out of the temple in heaven, and he too had a sharp sickle. 18 Then another angel came out from the altar, the angel who has authority over fire, and he called with a loud voice to him who had the sharp sickle, “Use your sharp sickle and gather the clusters of the vine of the earth, for its grapes are ripe.” 19 So the angel swung his sickle over the earth and gathered the vintage of the earth, and he threw it into the great wine press of the wrath of God. 20 And the wine press was trodden outside the city, and blood flowed from the wine press, as high as a horse’s bridle, for a distance of about two hundred miles. 1 Then I saw another portent in heaven, great and amazing: seven angels with seven plagues, which are the last, for with them the wrath of God is ended. 2 And I saw what appeared to be a sea of glass mixed with fire, and those who had conquered the beast and its image and the number of its name, standing beside the sea of glass with harps of God in their hands. 3 And they sing the song of Moses, the servant of God, and the song of the Lamb: “Great and amazing are your deeds, Lord God the Almighty! Just and true are your ways, King of the nations! 4 Lord, who will not fear and glorify your name? For you alone are holy. All nations will come and worship before you, for your judgments have been revealed.” 5 After this I looked, and the temple of the tent of witness in heaven was opened, 6 and out of the temple came the seven angels with the seven plagues, robed in pure bright linen, with golden sashes across their chests. 7 Then one of the four living creatures gave the seven angels seven golden bowls full of the wrath of God, who lives forever and ever; 8 and the temple was filled with smoke from the glory of God and from his power, and no one could enter the temple until the seven plagues of the seven angels were ended.

A Reading from the Wisdom of Ben Sira.

1 The pride of the higher realms is the clear vault of the sky,    as glorious to behold as the sight of the heavens. 2 The sun, when it appears, proclaims as it rises    what a marvellous instrument it is, the work of the Most High. 3 At noon it parches the land,    and who can withstand its burning heat? 4 A man tending a furnace works in burning heat,    but three times as hot is the sun scorching the mountains; it breathes out fiery vapours,    and its bright rays blind the eyes. 5 Great is the Lord who made it; at his orders it hurries on its course. 6 It is the moon that marks the changing seasons,    governing the times, their everlasting sign. 7 From the moon comes the sign for festal days,    a light that wanes when it completes its course. 8 The new moon, as its name suggests, renews itself; how marvellous it is in this change, a beacon to the hosts on high, shining in the vault of the heavens! 9 The glory of the stars is the beauty of heaven,    a glittering array in the heights of the Lord. 10 On the orders of the Holy One they stand in their appointed places;    they never relax in their watches. 11 Look at the rainbow, and praise him who made it;    it is exceedingly beautiful in its brightness. 12 It encircles the sky with its glorious arc; the hands of the Most High have stretched it out. 13 By his command he sends the driving snow    and speeds the lightnings of his judgement. 14 Therefore the storehouses are opened,    and the clouds fly out like birds. 15 In his majesty he gives the clouds their strength,    and the hailstones are broken in pieces. 0 The voice of his thunder rebukes the earth; 16    when he appears, the mountains shake. At his will the south wind blows; 0    so do the storm from the north and the whirlwind. He scatters the snow like birds flying down,    and its descent is like locusts alighting. 18 The eye is dazzled by the beauty of its whiteness,    and the mind is amazed as it falls. 19 He pours frost over the earth like salt,    and icicles form like pointed thorns. 20 The cold north wind blows,    and ice freezes on the water; it settles on every pool of water,    and the water puts it on like a breastplate. 21 He consumes the mountains and burns up the wilderness,    and withers the tender grass like fire. 22 A mist quickly heals all things; the falling dew gives refreshment from the heat.