Christ the Bridegroom

Behold, the Bridegroom cometh in the middle of the night, and blessed is that servant whom He shall find watching, unworthy however, is he whom He shall find slothful. Thus beware, O my Soul, be not overcome by sleep, lest thou be given over to death and find the door of the Kingdom shut against thee. But rouse thyself and cry aloud: Holy, Holy, Holy art Thou, O God, by the power of Your Cross save us.

I see Your Bridal Chamber adorned, O my Saviour, and I have no wedding garment, that I may enter therein; O Giver of Light, make radiant the vesture of my Soul, and save me.

“They stripped Me of My garments, and put on Me a scarlet robe; they set upon My Head a crown of thorns, and gave a reed into My right Hand, that I may shatter them in pieces like a potter’s vessels.”

I gave My back to scourgings, and turned not away My face from spittings; I stood before the judgment-seat of Pilate, and endured the Cross, for the Salvation of the world.”

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