Gregorian🙏🏽💯

This psalm is one of the most powerful and illustrative of prophetic psalms. It so elegantly takes the worshipper through a journey from Great Friday to the Resurrection of Christ.

The whole essence of salvation is so powerfully transmitted in the few words of this psalm.

Furthermore, the psalm applies even more beautifully to the second coming of Christ. In this way, it demonstrates hope in Christ's resurrection in times of darkness and perversion.

In this psalm, more than others, the chanter exercised a liberty in splitting from the typical translation of the Coptic Book of Hours, when, in certain phrases, that translation was found to be less than indubitable.

Psalm 11

Anta Al Ka2en[1]

لحن جيه نيثليون - خوروس معهد الدراسات | Genethlion HICS

Gregorian Anaphora- Fr. Dawoud Bebawy & Mo3allem Ibrahim Ayad

أنت الكائن فى كل زمان - القس يسى رزق‬

Fr Philopateer Kamel- Gregorian Liturgy (ابونا فيلوباتير كمال)

Prayed on Covenant Thursday May 2, 2013 in St. Mary Coptic Orthodox Church, East Brunswick, NJ.

Agios (Gregorian) - Fr. Mikhail Tobia

Lobsh for the Second Canticle (Marenouonh) - AMST Youth

رشوا الورد - CopticOud and Daniel & Nabil Girgis

Selah V

Music

A Proud Name (Melismatic) - Chorus

Kiahk Doxologies| Anba Antonious+St. Antony Monks|الذكصولوجيات الكيهكي| للأنبا أنطونيوس ورهبان

Kiahk O Mary

Youth from St Mark Coptic Church fellowship at St Mary and St Moses Abbey singing a song they wrote in the style of "My Fathers the Monks"

"My Mothers the Nuns"

(My mothers the nuns of the desert
I wish to live a life like yours) (x2)
Life of prayer, vigils and tears (x2)
You offered unto our Savior.
My mothers, my mothers.

(Our strong mother Saint Demiana,
And her sisters the forty virgins) (x2)
To the Lord they were, a sweet perfume (x2)
And served their beloved Bridegroom.
My mothers, my mothers.

(Saint Mary was stopped at the door of the church.
Her heart was filled with great remorse.) (x2)
She cried, "My Lord, please forgive me. (x2)
I long to live in purity."
My mothers, my mothers.

(Our mother Marina fled the world,
wore the garb of a monk for our Lord.) (x2)
She persevered, for many years (x2)
And raised a child in the Lord's fear.
My mothers, my mothers.

(I am a youth struggling in the way;
God's mercies I seek every day.) (x2)
Please pray for me, Tamav Eriene,
That Christ may abide in me fully.
My mothers, my mothers.

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