Thursday Theotokia -- St. Mary & St. Moses Abbey

Kiahk Melody for the Three Saintly Youth- Matthew & Benjamin Youssef

Elahy Elahy- Fr. John Ibrahim

You call to me, I silence You
From all my sin Your path for me
For my eyes is hard to see

You come to me, I run from you, 
Oh Lord the fire of Your love
Inside of me has been quenched

You call to me, I silence You
From all my sin Your path for me
For my eyes is hard to see

You come to me, I run from you, 
Oh Lord the fire of Your love
Inside of me has been quenched

Tend to me, O Lord
Lay Your hands on me
And open for me my eyes
Bring me back to You, back to You

(The day I left You my joy left me,
I was burdened from all my worry)x2
I rest in You alone, I rest in You

All of my habits and my lusts have multiplied
My many prayers and requests are no more

When I repent, my sins do not cease to return
Oh Lord correct me from my ways, please stay with me
(Give me Your hand, and I’ll hold Yours)x2

Tend to me, O Lord
Lay Your hands on me
And open for me my eyes
Bring me back to You, back to You

(The day I left You my joy left me,
I was burdened from all my worry)x2
I rest in You alone, I rest in You

You know my life from its beginning to the end
You see the troubles of my heart, and what I’ve hidden

I have revealed myself to You, O my healer
I am with you in times of fear, giving you comfort
(No one but You has known me)x2

Tend to me, O Lord
Lay Your hands on me
And open for me my eyes
Bring me back to You, back to You

(The day I left You my joy left me,
I was burdened from all my worry)x2
I rest in You alone, I rest in You

You Call to Me - St. Mark DC (led by Marina Boshra)

Coptic Smörgåsbord by Paul Mankarious, Adam Rizkalla, and John Andrews

When I Feel Worried- Paul Mankarious

ⲯⲁⲗⲓ ⲁⲇⲁⲙ (ϯⲛⲁⲟⲩⲱϣⲧ ⲙⲙⲟⲕ) - Psali Adam (I Will Worship You) Festal Tune

You're my protector
From all that is evil
You hold me by the right hand
My heart with You rejoices 

(R) You're the true Shepherd 
You carry me on Your shoulders
You take me to green pastures
Your love is overwhelming

You're always with me
You will never leave me
Your voice is within me
"Do not fear, My Child"

You will elevate me
In the midst of my suffering
You strengthen my weakness
You are my true fortress 

You will support me
In times of tribulations
Your hand guides me
Doing good for me

You're The True Shepherd

Hold my hand, O Lord,
Like You held Peter's hand.
When he started to drown,
You gently held his hand.

[Lifted him over the waves
And made him feel safe.] (2)
[And me too, O Lord,
hold my hand.] (2)

The waves are strong for me;
Makes my heart tremble,
And the winds, O Lord, are strong.
I´m not able to stand.

[When the ship goes up and down,
And rocks are in the way,] (2)
[Tell the waves to be calm,
And hold me in you arms.] (2)

Enter my ship o lord 
And also in my life
Cast my fear away
And heal all my pain

[And dwell in my heart
And fill it with your peace] (2)
[Never leave me alone
To walk in my path] (2)

My faith o lord is weak
Strengthen my faith 
And If I ever doubt you
Or get lost in the way

[Bring me back to live
With you all my life] (2)
[You are my father lord
Your heart is full of love] (2)

Hold My Hand, O Lord

OMARY & I Praise the Virgin - St. Mary & St. Moses Abbey - Dec 2012

A stranger I lived in the world - غريبا عشت في الدنيا

*From the Poems of H.H Pope Shenouda III

A stranger I lived in the world
A foreigner like my forefathers
A pilgrim in my attitude
In my thoughts and my desires
A Stranger, I have no one to
Unload on him, my thoughts so true

The people do not like my roots
Nor do they understand my end
In craze arise the multitude
In maddening noise without an end
And I remain in solitude
Serenity in my heart felt
A stranger, I can find no home
Nor a corner to rest alone

I cast away the world's pleasures
Ignoring her callings to me
I went, I dragged away my things
Away from their merry-makings
My heart silent, indifferent
To all they think is important
My listening will never yield
To loud and worldly conversing

I wander off all on my own
So happy to be in the vast
With my timbrel and my cymbal
And melodies of praise I sing
And now comes the holy moment
In which I Retreat with my King
I roam about as a spirit
Invisible to on-lookers
The world alien I am to it
A foreigner like my forefathers

My existence is a triumph
No wealth, power to disturb me
No house is here to delay me
Nor any friend or family
And with me are the sweet verses
And great proverbs to console me
The Bible here my only lamp
And nothing else to concern me

I do not know of any fear
Nor any bonds that hinder me
No longer does the world rule me
Against me and at times for me
No longer does the world rule me
Against me and at times for me
I say to every enemy
Who only wants to seduce me
Beware that now I am alive
A stranger as were my fathers.

Coptic Smörgåsbord by Paul Mankarious, Adam Rizkalla, and John Andrews

John Henaen