Christ our God, set our hearts on fire with love, that in its flame we may love you with all our heart, mind, soul, and strength, and that we may love our neighbors as ourselves.
At this very hour, O God, you permit us, sinful as we are, to approach you with our evening hymns of praise and glory. In your love for us, direct our prayers as incense in your sight, and accept them as a delightful fragrance.
By the prayers of the Theotokos and all your saints, Lord, let us pass this night, and indeed the rest of our life, in peace and without sin, to the glory of your name.
Grant us, Father, to pass through the night of this present life with watchful heart and sober thoughts, awaiting the radiant day of your Only-begotten Son. May we not be found fallen and idle, but watching and upright, ready to accompany him into the divine palace of his glory.
How many times with your own hand have you held out to me your Body and your Blood, and I, though a miserable sinner, have received this Sacrament, and have tasted your love, so ineffable, so heavenly. Glory to you, O God, from age to age!
Remember, my God, the fall of Lucifer, full of pride; keep me safe with the power of your grace. Save me from falling away from you; save me from doubt. Incline my heart to call upon you, present in everything. Glory to You, O God, from age to age!
“Like a flash of lightning, you unexpectedly light up my heart with flashes of intense joy. After your blinding light, how drab, how colorless, how illusory all else seems. Glory to You, O God, from age to age!”
God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. The Lord of hosts is with us; the God of Jacob is our refuge.
When the sun is setting and the silence of the spent day reigns, in the splendor of its declining rays I see your dwelling-place–fiery and purple, gold and blue. They speak prophet-like of the ineffable beauty of your presence. Glory to you, O God, from age to age!
How glorious you are in the springtime, O God, as creatures awaken to new life and joyfully sing your praises! If the grass of the field is like this, how glorious shall we be at the resurrection! How splendid our bodies, how spotless our souls!