Syriac: msheeho natareh l’eedtokh
or msheeho natareh l’eedtokh (Abdallah)
On a Sunday Jesus rose in great majesty and might;
having conquered sin and death, he brought sinners back to him
and clothed them with his pure robe of holiness,
out of his great love.
Hosts of heaven, dressed in white, hastened to the tomb at dawn.
They cried out with joy and called people to rejoice.
Let both earth and heaven praise and honor him,
for he has redeemed the world.
On this day we worship him, Jesus Christ, our Lord and God.
He has saved us by his cross and has sealed us with his grace.
He guides us along the way with his pure light
to eternal life.
With the hosts of seraphim, and the ranks of cherubim,
and all of the saints, we join in their hymns of praise.
May the lasting peace of Christ dwell in the world;
may he fill our hearts with love.
Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit, now and for ever. Amen.
Jesus Christ our Lord, on this blessed Sunday make us worthy to praise your resurrection with pure hearts and clear consciences. With all the children of your holy Church, we glorify and thank you, your Father, and your Holy Spirit, now and forever.
Let us raise glory, honor, and praise to the good and merciful Lord, who, in his compassion, came down to us and became flesh. He chose to taste death to save us, and he descended to the realm of the dead. By his resurrection, he gave joy to his disciples and gave light to the nations with the light of his salvation. To the Good One be glory and honor, on this blessed Sunday, and all the days of our lives, and forever. Amen.
O Word of God, who can adequately praise you for the depth of your compassion, and what voice can bless you, for you are above all praise? Neither mind nor tongue can describe the wonders you accomplished on Sunday, the day of your resurrection from the dead. And so, with the Psalmist David, we cry out: "This is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice in it and be glad."
Now, O Christ our God, we ask you, with the fragrance of this incense which we offer you, to forgive our sins, give peace of mind to those in distress and comfort to those who are anxious. Bring back those who are far and watch over those who are near. Guide the shepherds, sanctify the priests, and purify the deacons. Pardon all sinners and guard the righteous. Protect orphans and help widows. Drive away conflicts and put an end to dissension.
Remember the faithful departed and grant them rest in your heavenly kingdom, that with them we may celebrate that eternal feast. We raise glory to you, to your blessed Father, and to your living Holy Spirit, forever. Amen.
Syriac: hdaow zadeeqeh
On Sunday, the day of prayer,
let us offer sacrifice like Abraham.
We pray to our Lord and God.
May we meet him when he comes in majesty.
Alleluia! We praise the Lord.
On Sunday, the day of light,
let us praise and thank our Savior and our King.
So great was his love for us
that he came to save and set his people free.
Alleluia! We praise the Lord.
On Sunday, when you will come
with the hosts of angels at the end of time
to judge nations of the world,
make us worthy to rejoice with all the saints.
Alleluia! We praise the Lord.
O Lord, accept the sweet fragrance of our incense, and make us worthy to announce your resurrection with the angels, to proclaim it with your women disciples, and to rejoice in it with your pure apostles. We raise glory to you, to your Father, and to your Holy Spirit, forever. Amen.
ܩܰܕܺܝܫܰܬ ܐܰܠܳܗܳܐ. ܩܰܕܺܝܫܰܬ ܚܰܝܶܠܬܳܢܳܐ. ܩܰܕܺܝܫܰܬ ܠܳܐ ܡܳܝܽܘܬܳܐ. ܐܶܬܪܰܚܰܡ ܥܠܰܝܢ.
Qadishat Aloho. Qadishat Hayeltono. Qadishat lo moyuto. EtraHam 3alayn.
You are holy, O God. You are holy, O Strong One. You are holy, O Imortal One. Have mercy on us.
قُدُوسٌ أَنْتَ يا الله، قُدُوسٌ أَنْتَ يا قَوِي، قُدُوسٌ أَنْتَ يا مَنْ لا يَموتْ، إِرْحَمْنا
Holy and immortal Lord, sanctify our minds and purify our consciences, that we may praise you with purity and listen to your Holy Scriptures. To you be glory forever. Amen.
Come in peace, blessèd Sunday!
Come in glory, feast so great!
With the angels of heaven
let us sing and celebrate.
Shout with joy from the mountains:
"Sunday is a feast so great!"
Offer praise to the Lord God,
and with angels celebrate.
Blest be God who exalted
Sunday far above all days.
Let the priests read the Gospel;
let us sing our hymns of praise.
A reading from the First Letter of Saint Paul to the Corinthians. Your blessing, Father.
Glory to the Lord of Paul and the apostles! May the mercy of God descend upon the reader and the listeners and upon this parish and her children forever. Amen.
Brothers and Sisters:
And so, brothers and sisters, I could not speak to you as spiritual people, but rather as people of the flesh, as infants in Christ. I fed you with milk, not solid food, for you were not ready for solid food. Even now you are still not ready, for you are still of the flesh. For as long as there is jealousy and quarreling among you, are you not of the flesh, and behaving according to human inclinations? For when one says, "I belong to Paul," and another, "I belong to Apollos," are you not merely human? What then is Apollos? What is Paul? Servants through whom you came to believe, as the Lord assigned to each. I planted, Apollos watered, but God gave the growth. So neither the one who plants nor the one who waters is anything, but only God who gives the growth. The one who plants and the one who waters have a common purpose, and each will receive wages according to the labor of each. For we are God’s servants, working together; you are God’s field, God’s building. According to the grace of God given to me, like a skilled master builder I laid a foundation, and someone else is building on it. Each builder must choose with care how to build on it. For no one can lay any foundation other than the one that has been laid; that foundation is Jesus Christ.
(1 Corinthians 3:1-11)
Praise be to God always!
"This is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice in it and be glad."
Before the proclamation of the Gospel of our Savior, announcing life for our souls, we offer this incense and ask for your mercy, O Lord.
Peace be with you.
And with your spirit.
From the Gospel of our Lord Jesus Christ according to Saint Luke, who proclaimed life to the world.
Let us listen to the proclalation of life and salvation for our souls.
Remain silent, O listeners, for the Holy Gospel is about to be proclaimed to you.
Listen and give glory and thanks to the Word of the living God.
The Evangelist wrote:
Soon afterwards he went on through cities and villages, proclaiming and bringing the good news of the kingdom of God. The twelve were with him, as well as some women who had been cured of evil spirits and infirmities: Mary, called Magdalene, from whom seven demons had gone out, and Joanna, the wife of Herod’s steward Chuza, and Susanna, and many others, who provided for them out of their resources. When a great crowd gathered and people from town after town came to him, he said in a parable: "A sower went out to sow his seed; and as he sowed, some fell on the path and was trampled on, and the birds of the air ate it up. Some fell on the rock; and as it grew up, it withered for lack of moisture. Some fell among thorns, and the thorns grew with it and choked it. Some fell into good soil, and when it grew, it produced a hundredfold." As he said this, he called out, "Let anyone with ears to hear listen!" Then his disciples asked him what this parable meant. He said, "To you it has been given to know the secrets of the kingdom of God; but to others I speak in parables, so that ‘looking they may not perceive, and listening they may not understand.’ "Now the parable is this: The seed is the word of God. The ones on the path are those who have heard; then the devil comes and takes away the word from their hearts, so that they may not believe and be saved. The ones on the rock are those who, when they hear the word, receive it with joy. But these have no root; they believe only for a while and in a time of testing fall away. As for what fell among the thorns, these are the ones who hear; but as they go on their way, they are choked by the cares and riches and pleasures of life, and their fruit does not mature. But as for that in the good soil, these are the ones who, when they hear the word, hold it fast in an honest and good heart, and bear fruit with patient endurance.
This is the truth! Peace be with you!
Praise and blessings to Jesus Christ, our Lord and God, for giving us his words of life.