Enthok Gar (Gregorian Liturgy) | Abouna Philopateer Kamel

يقال في الساعة السادسة من الجمعة العطيمة

Ti Epestoli- لحن تي ابسطولي

End of Esmo Epchois + Aripsalin- GMU Coptic Club

In my throbbing heart I have hid Your place,
Deep in my bosom is Your dwelling place.

I have forsaken the world and its pleasures,
And abandoned all so I may live with You.

I have no desire, nor passion, nor
Have I a thought but to follow You.

And my father Jacob I know his secret,
Now I know how he chased after you.

O kind-heart O how sweet are You!
Mighty and exalted glorious above all

O mighty one with a whip in Your palm,
as Your heart overflows with love for all mankind.

The world is not enough to contain all of You,
How then could my heart compose all of You.

I have forsaken the world and all of its pleasures,
And abandoned all so I may live with You.

Lord, I have deserted all but not You,
In the sojourn of my life I have none but You.

And my thoughts I've prevented from wandering
So where ever You are there my thoughts also

I have forgotten family and my friends,
And even forgot myself for Your love.

I forgot them all in love of You.
O joy of my heart, so don't forget Your child.

You are not far from my soul that awaits
Your visiting call in the calm silence.

Truly You're in heaven, however every
Heart that lived in Your love is also Your heaven.

Here are my eyes and I have closed them
From seeing the world so that I could see You,

And likewise my ears, I have cleared them
From all idle talk, so I could hear Your voice.

In my throbbing heart I have hid Your place,
Deep in my bosom is Your dwelling place.

My Throbbing Heart

https://tasbeha.org/hymn_library/view/112

https://tasbeha.org/hymn_library/view/174

1st & 2nd Adam Sunday Psalis

Lyrics:

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 calling to me
I went, I dragged away my things
Away from their merrymakers
My heart silent, indifferent
To all they think is important

My listening 
will never yield
to loud and worldly conversing

I wander off on my own
So happy to be in vast
With my timbrel and my cymbal
In melody of praise I sing
And now comes a holy moment
In which I retreat with my King

I roam about as a spirit invisible to onlookers
The world alien I am to it a foreigner like my forefathers

My existence is a triumph 
No wealth, power to disturb me
No houses here to delay
Nor any friend or family
And with me are the sweet verses
And Proverbs to console me

The bible here my only lamp, and nothing else to concern me (2)

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
The world, in the end, I am to it
A foreigner like were my fathers (2)

A Stranger - Jam Session (Pierre Aziz and Tony Morgan)

ليلى مراد - ان كان فوادي 2

To Whom Shall I Go

My God My God - Bishop Angelos at St Abanoub Church

+ [Live] O Beloved
+ Fr. James Gendi
+ St. Mary & Archangel Michael Coptic Orthodox Church, Houston, TX
+ August 24, 2020 AD
+ Mesore 19, 1736 AM
+ ⲙⲉⲥⲟⲣⲏ ⲓ̅ⲑ̅ ⲁ̿ⲯ̅ⲗ̅ⲋ̅ ⲙ⳥

Text of the Song
+ O Beloved, O Beloved, • nailed onto the Cross for me. • O what sins have You committed, • You who calls all to be?
+ O Beloved, wish that I could • spend the rest of life with You; • worshipping Your holy Passion, • crucifying the flesh for You.
+ Daughter of Zion, behold me, • stricken and smitten for you. • Friend and kin, Me have forsaken; • there is none to comfort Me.
+ All alone I’ll tread the winepress, • all alone I’ll drink the cup. • Shedding My blood for you to ransom • and My flesh for you to sup.
+ I was bound and I was smitten • and they did spit on My face. • I was stripped and I was scourged, • I was condemned in your place.
+ Your sins became My crown of thorns, • O that you would understand. • Every time you sin anew, • it’s one more nail in My hand.
+ Like a lamb brought to the slaughter, • like a dumb sheep to be sheared. • King, Creator, Lord, and Master; • by His creatures, mocked and jeered.
+ Despised, rejected, with grief acquainted, • and of men was not esteemed. • Bruised and wounded, sore afflicted; • yet, with His stripes we were healed.
+ Lord, create in us a fountain • that, with tears, will ever flow; • and our heart, contrite and broken; • and the Spirit within, renew.
+ O that we could shed the tears • over Your feet, pierced and bruised. • O that we always remember • for our sins, You were abused.

To Whom Shall I Go

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