Syriac: bkhoolhoon safreh
Alleluia! Let us praise the Lord.
Early Sunday morning heaven sings with joy
and the earth is glad,
for the Lord is truly risen from the dead.
On his Father’s right, he sits upon his throne;
angels worship him.
Alleluia! Let us praise the Lord.
Women went on Sunday morning with perfume
to anoint the Lord.
At the tomb an angel clothed in light proclaimed:
"Christ is truly risen from among the dead
in great majesty!"
Alleluia! Let us praise the Lord.
Holy God, the saints in heaven sing your praise
with the Church on earth.
Sanctify us, Holy Lord, and dwell in us,
that we may exalt your name, from age to age,
with the purest love.
Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit, now and for ever. Amen.
Lord Jesus, you are the living Light who transformed darkness into light. Through the blessings of this glorious Sunday, make us worthy to praise you with all those who saw the radiant light of your resurrection. We worship and thank you, your Father, and your Holy Spirit, now and forever.
Let us raise glory, honor, and praise to the Living One, who by his death gave life to his creation. By his resurrection, he saved his Church, gave joy to his flock, brought us back to his Father, and enriched us with the gifts of his Spirit. To the Good One be glory and honor, on this blessed Sunday, and all the days of our lives, and forever. Amen.
Only-begotten Son, you were born of the Father before all ages, and by your creative will you separated light from darkness on this the first day of the week. You fashioned all creation to honor Adam, the image of your majesty.
We praise and thank you and celebrate proclaiming:
Blessed are you, for you appeared in the flesh on earth like us and you lived among us.
Blessed are you, for you were buried and counted among the dead, and you shined your light in the sadness of the tomb.
Blessed are you, for you rose to life, giving good hope to all, and you filled the angels with radiance, and they appeared at your tomb like flashes of lightning.
Now, O Christ, we ask you, with the fragrance of this incense, to make us worthy to rejoice in the glory of your radiant resurrection. Breathe life into our departed, and make them worthy to stand at your right hand in your eternal light that you have prepared for those who love you. With them we praise and thank you for your graces, and glorify you, your Father, and your Holy Spirit, forever. Amen.
Syriac: ehnono noohro shareero
God began to create all things
when he said: "Let there be light,"
and he saw that the light was good.
On this greatest day of days,
God created ranks of fire,
thousands of angelic hosts,
and the seraphim who cried:
"Holy, holy, holy Lord!
Blest are you, O Hidden One!"
Christ our King, at the end of time,
will return triumphantly
with his life-giving cross raised high
as the faithful sing his praise.
Those who crucified the Lord
will be put to shame that day,
and those who did not believe
will be pierced with bitter pain
when they hear the shouts of joy.
God has blessed and has glorified
Sunday as a holy day,
as the first day of all the days,
made for worship and for prayer.
Through it may our minds find joy
and our bodies be refreshed.
May the Spirit fill our souls
with the grace to strengthen us,
so that we may live in Christ.
O Lord, accept the fragrance of our incense and our prayers, and may we become a sweet fragrance through our good works and actions. Hear our petitions, and grant rest to our departed in your dwelling place of joy. O Lord our God, to you be glory, 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.