I’m reading through the “deliverance” section of The Oxford Book of Prayer this week and came across this prayer by the Venerable Bede. Join Bede and I in praying this for our world:
O God that art the only hope of the world,
The only refuge for unhappy men,
Abiding in the faithfulness of heaven.
Give me strong succor in this testing place.
O King, project thy man from utter ruin
Lest the weak faith surrender to the tyranny,
Facing innumerable blow alone.
Remember I am dust, and wind, and shadow,
And life as fleeting as the flower of grass.
But may the enteral mercy which hath shone
From time of old
Rescue they servant from the jaws of the lion.
Thou who didst come from on high in the cloak of flesh,
Strike down the dragon with that two-edged sword,
Whereby our mortal flesh can war with the winds
And beat down strongholds, with our Captain God.