Dom Guéranger; The Liturgical Year: St. Matthias

Let's celebrate today his triumph by borrowing some of the stanzas by which the Greek Church, in the Menées, celebrates his Apostolate.

Blessed Matthias, spiritual Eden, you flowed from the divine fountain, like a flooding river; thou hast sprinkled the earth with thy mystical streams, and thou hast made it fruitful: pray therefore unto the Lord to grant peace to our souls and his great mercy.

Apostle Matthias, you completed the divine college after the fall of Judas; the heavenly splendor of your wise speeches has dissipated the darkness of idolatry, by the virtue of the Holy Spirit; pray now to the Lord to grant peace to our souls and his great mercy.

He who is the true Vine has looked after you like a fruitful branch intended to carry the bunch which pours the wine of salvation. Those who retained the bonds of ignorance drank this wine, and rejected the intoxication of error.

Become the chariot of the Word of God, O glorious Matthias, you have forever broken the wheels of error, the chariots of iniquity; by divine virtue, you have destroyed the idolaters, the columns and the temples from top to bottom; but you have raised temples to the Trinity which make this cry heard: Peoples, celebrate Christ forever!

Venerable Matthias! You seemed like a spiritual heaven that tells of the ineffable glory of the Son of God. Let us celebrate with joy in a unanimous voice this Apostle, lightning of the Holy Spirit, fisherman of lost souls, reflection of divine clarity, doctor of mysteries.

Blessed Apostle, the Savior called you his friend, because you obeyed his precepts; you are the heir to his kingdom; you will be seated with him on a throne on the terrible day of future judgment, oh very wise Matthias, you who complete the duodenary college of the Apostles.

Armed with the Cross like a sail, O blessed, you crossed the rough sea of ​​life, and you arrived at the quiet port; now, joyful and mixed with the choir of the Apostles, deign to present yourself to the sublime Judge, and beg mercy for us from the Lord.

Your tongue seemed like a flashing lamp of golden reflections, in which the flame of the Holy Spirit burns; it has consumed foreign dogmas, and it has extinguished the profane fire, oh wise Matthias, you who cast your light on those who sat in the darkness of ignorance.