Holy Wednesday- Hymn of Kassiani
Chanted by"Choir of Vatopaidi Monastery
Mount Athos.
ΜΕΓΑΛΗ ΤΕΤΑΡΤΗ-Τροπάριο της Κασσιανής
ΨΑΛΛΕΙ ΧΟΡΟΣ ΒΑΤΟΠΑΙΔΙΝΩΝ ΠΑΤΕΡΩΝ,
ΑΓΙΟΝ ΟΡΟΣ.
TEXT IN ENGLISH:
Glory to the Father,and to the Son,
and to the Holy Spirit;
now and ever and to the Ages of Ages.Amen.
Lord, when the woman who had
fallen into many sins perceived Your
divinity, she assumed the role of a
myrrh-bearing woman, and lamenting
brought fragrant oils to anoint You
before Your burial. "Woe is me," she
says. "Night for me is a frenzy without
restraint, very dark and moonless, a
sinful love-affair. Accept the fountains
of my tears, You who draw out from
the clouds the water of the sea. Take
pity on me, and incline to the sighing of
my heart, You who bowed the heavens
by Your ineffable self-emptying. I shall
cover Your unstained feet with kisses,
and wipe them dry again with the locks
of my hair; those feet, whose sound at
twilight in Paradise echoed in Eve's
ears, and she hid in fear. Who can
reckon the multitude of my sins, or
fathom the depths of Your judgments,
O my life-saving Savior? Do not
despise me, Your servant, since without
measure is Your mercy.
Chanted by"Choir of Vatopaidi Monastery
Mount Athos.
ΜΕΓΑΛΗ ΤΕΤΑΡΤΗ-Τροπάριο της Κασσιανής
ΨΑΛΛΕΙ ΧΟΡΟΣ ΒΑΤΟΠΑΙΔΙΝΩΝ ΠΑΤΕΡΩΝ,
ΑΓΙΟΝ ΟΡΟΣ.
TEXT IN ENGLISH:
Glory to the Father,and to the Son,
and to the Holy Spirit;
now and ever and to the Ages of Ages.Amen.
Lord, when the woman who had
fallen into many sins perceived Your
divinity, she assumed the role of a
myrrh-bearing woman, and lamenting
brought fragrant oils to anoint You
before Your burial. "Woe is me," she
says. "Night for me is a frenzy without
restraint, very dark and moonless, a
sinful love-affair. Accept the fountains
of my tears, You who draw out from
the clouds the water of the sea. Take
pity on me, and incline to the sighing of
my heart, You who bowed the heavens
by Your ineffable self-emptying. I shall
cover Your unstained feet with kisses,
and wipe them dry again with the locks
of my hair; those feet, whose sound at
twilight in Paradise echoed in Eve's
ears, and she hid in fear. Who can
reckon the multitude of my sins, or
fathom the depths of Your judgments,
O my life-saving Savior? Do not
despise me, Your servant, since without
measure is Your mercy.
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