Wake up, wake up, put on vigour,
Yahweh’s arm.
Wake up as in days of old,
generations long ago.
You’re the one who split Rahab,
pierced the dragon, aren’t you?
You’re the one who dried up the sea,
the water of the great deep,
Who made the depths of the sea
a way for the restored people to pass, aren’t you?
The people redeemed by Yahweh will go back,
they will come to Tsiyyon with resounding.
With eternal rejoicing on their head,
as joy and rejoicing overtake them,
and sorrow and sighing flee.

I, I am the one who’s comforting you all
– who are you (Zion) to be afraid
Of a mortal who dies,
of a human being who is treated like grass?
You’ve put Yahweh your maker out of mind,
the one who stretched out the heavens and founded the earth.
You’re fearful constantly, all day,
of the fury of the oppressor,
as he is preparing to devastate.
But where is the fury of the oppressor? –

the one stooping is hastening to be released.
He won’t die in the pit,
he won’t lack his bread.
I am Yahweh your God,
one who stills the sea when its waves roar –
Yahweh of Armies is his name.

I’ve put my words in your mouth,
and covered you with the shade of my hand,
In planting the heavens and founding the earth,
in saying to Tsiyyon ‘You’re my people.’

Goldingay, John; Goldingay, John; Wright, Tom; Wright, Tom. The Bible for Everyone . SPCK. Kindle Edition.

Teach us, good Lord,
to serve thee as thou deservest;
to give and not to count the cost;
to fight and not to heed the wounds;
to toil and not to seek for rest;
to labour and not to ask for any reward,
save that of knowing that we do thy will,
through Jesus Christ our Lord.
Amen

St Ignatius