Antiphon: He heals the broken-hearted, and binds up their wounds.

"The harvest is plentiful' (Matthew 9.27). Vincent van Gogh. "Harvest at La Crau, with Montmajour in the Background". (1888)

Isaiah 30.19-26
Truly, O people in Zion, inhabitants of Jerusalem, you shall weep no more. He will surely be gracious to you at the sound of your cry; when he hears it, he will answer you. Though the Lord may give you the bread of adversity and the water of affliction, yet your Teacher will not hide himself any more, but your eyes shall see your Teacher. And when you turn to the right or when you turn to the left, your ears shall hear a word behind you, saying, ‘This is the way; walk in it.’ Then you will defile your silver-covered idols and your gold-plated images. You will scatter them like filthy rags; you will say to them, ‘Away with you!’
He will give rain for the seed with which you sow the ground, and grain, the produce of the ground, which will be rich and plenteous. On that day your cattle will graze in broad pastures; and the oxen and donkeys that till the ground will eat silage, which has been winnowed with shovel and fork. On every lofty mountain and every high hill there will be brooks running with water—on a day of the great slaughter, when the towers fall. Moreover, the light of the moon will be like the light of the sun, and the light of the sun will be sevenfold, like the light of seven days, on the day when the Lord binds up the injuries of his people, and heals the wounds inflicted by his blow.
Psalm 147.1-6
Praise the Lord! How good it is to sing praises to our God; for he is gracious, and a song of praise is fitting.
The Lord builds up Jerusalem; he gathers the outcasts of Israel.
He heals the broken-hearted, and binds up their wounds.
He determines the number of the stars; he gives to all of them their names.
Great is our Lord, and abundant in power; his understanding is beyond measure.
The Lord lifts up the downtrodden; he casts the wicked to the ground.
Matthew 9.35-10.1, 5-8
Then Jesus went about all the cities and villages, teaching in their synagogues, and proclaiming the good news of the kingdom, and curing every disease and every sickness. When he saw the crowds, he had compassion for them, because they were harassed and helpless, like sheep without a shepherd. Then he said to his disciples, ‘The harvest is plentiful, but the labourers are few; therefore ask the Lord of the harvest to send out labourers into his harvest.’
Then Jesus summoned his twelve disciples and gave them authority over unclean spirits, to cast them out, and to cure every disease and every sickness. . . . These twelve Jesus sent out with the following instructions: ‘Go nowhere among the Gentiles, and enter no town of the Samaritans, but go rather to the lost sheep of the house of Israel. As you go, proclaim the good news, “The kingdom of heaven has come near.” Cure the sick, raise the dead, cleanse the lepers, cast out demons. You received without payment; give without payment.
Eternal God,
in your great love you gave your servant Nicholas a perpetual name for deeds of kindness on land and sea.
Grant that your Church may never cease to work for the happiness of children,
the safety of sailors, the relief of the poor
and the help of those who are tossed by tempests of doubt or grief;
through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.
"Lasst uns froh und munter sein", ("Let us be happy and cheerful") German Christmas carol from the Hunsrück/Taunus region, traditionally sung on St Nicholas Eve.
Lasst uns froh und munter sein
und uns recht von Herzen freun!
Lustig, lustig, tralera-lera,
bald ist Nikolausabend da,
bald ist Nikolausabend da!
Bald ist uns're Schule aus;
dann zieh'n wir vergnügt nach Haus.
Lustig, lustig, …
Dann stell ich den Teller auf,
Nikolaus legt gewiß was drauf.
Lustig, lustig, …
Wenn ich schlaf, dann träume ich:
Jetzt bringt Nikolaus was fü mich.
Lustig, lustig, …
Wenn ich aufgestanden bin,
lauf ich schnell zum Teller hin.
Lustig, lustig, …
Nikolaus ist ein guter Mann,
dem man nicht g'nug danken kann.
Lustig, lustig, …
Let us be happy and cheerful
And really be happy in our hearts!
Jolly, jolly, tralala-lala,
Soon Nicholas Eve is here!
Soon Nicholas Eve is here!
Soon our school day ends,
Home I'll go with all my friends.
Jolly, jolly, …
Then I put the plate out
Nick'll surely put somethin' on it.
Jolly, jolly, …
When I sleep, then I dream:
Now Nicholas brings me something.
Jolly, jolly, …
When I am woken up,
I run quickly to the plate.
Jolly, jolly, …
Nicholas is a good man
Whom we can't thank enough.
Jolly, jolly, …
Origin of Species,
Phyllis McGinley
Nicholas, Bishop of Myra's See,
Was holy a saint
As a saint could be;
Saved not a bit
Of his worldly wealth
And loved to commit
Good deeds by stealth.
Was there a poor man,
Wanting a roof?
Nicholas sheltered him weatherproof.
Who lacked a morsel
Had but to ask it
And at his doorsill
Was Nicholas' basket.
O, many a basket did he carry.
Penniless girls
Whom none would marry
Used to discover to their delight,
Into their windows
Tossed at night
(When the moon was old
And the dark was showry),
Bags of gold
Enough for a dowry.
People, I read,
Grew slightly lyrical,
Calling each deed
He did, a miracle.
Told how he calmed the sea for sailors
And rescued children
From awful jailers
Who, drawing lots
For the foul design,
Liked pickling tots
In pickle brine.
Nicholas, circa
Fourth cent. A.D.,
Died in the odor of sanctity.
But fortune changes,
Blessings pass,
And look what's happened to Nicholas.
He who had feared
The world's applause,
Now, with a beard,
Is Santa Claus.
A multiplied elf, he struts and poses,
Ringing up sales
In putty noses;
With Comet and Cupid
His constant partners,
Telling tall tales to kindergart'ners,
His halo fickle as
Wind and wave.
While dizzily Nicholas
Spins in his grave.
"Origin of Species", from Times Three: Selected Verse from Three Decades with Seventy New Poems by Phyllis McGinley. (1961)
May the Lord, when he comes, find us watching and waiting. Amen.