Текст песни Хор Московского Сретенского Монастыря - Песнопения Великой Субботы. Канон Волною морскою

Canon
And we sing the canon, the irmos twice, the troparia at 12: and the packs follow the irmos both faces together. There is a canon, from the first song to the sixth, the creation of Mark the monk, bishop of Idruntskogo: irmosy is the creation of the wife of Nekiy, Cassia named. From the 6th song to the end, the creation of Mr. Cosmas. The edge of the canon: Cai Simeron de Savvaton Melpo Mega. Siesta: And now I sing Great Saturday. Voice 6.

Canto 1.

Irmos: In a wave of the sea hiding more ancient than the persecutor of the tormentor, under the earth hid the saved youths: but we, like the ladies, Lord’s understood: gloriously glorified.

{?} Oh my God! I will sing the original singing and the tombstone, through Your burial of my life, by the burial of my entrances to the one who has opened, and through death, death and hell that have killed.

{?} Woe Ty on the Throne and share in the tomb, premium and underground, thinking, My Savior, I sway by Your mortification: more than my mind I could see if you were dead, Life-giving leader.

{?} Yes, Thou didst fulfill all your glories, come down to the lower earth: my structure, even in Adam, was not hid from Thee, and was buried, decaying, renewing me, Humane.

Song 3.

Irmos: You, on the waters hanging the whole earth, are empty, the creature, seen on the front of the visim, shudders with horror: to be holy, except you, Lord, calling out.

{?} The images of Thy burial were shown by Yes, multiplying visions. But now Your hidden things are revealed to God and those who exist in hell, Lord: to be holy, except you, Lord, who calls.

{?} Stretch out your hand and unite if you are an old parting one. By the robe, the Savior, the hedgehog in the shroud and in the tomb, the fetter permitted him to be holy: except you, Lord, calling out.

{?} The grave and the seals, Incompatible, were the contents of desire: for you showed your strength to God, singing divinely: to be holy, except to you, O Lord Humane.

Sedalen, voice 1:

Your sepulcher, Savior, warriors striving to die from the flaming of a manifesting angel of the body, preaching to the wives of the Resurrection. We praise you, aphids of the consumer! We give you, Risen from the sepulcher and Our One God!

Glory, and now, the same.

Canto 4.

Irmos: On the cross, having seen your Divine exhaustion, Habakkuk, was horrified, shouting: You thou shalt suppress the mighty ones, Claire, communing with those in hell, as Almighty.

{?} The seventh day has been sanctified by you, and even more anciently blessed by you by the repose of works: transcend all and every renewal, on the Sabbath, my Savior, and edifying.

{?} By your best power, having conquered you, your soul was divided from the flesh, tearing apart the bonds of death and hell, to the Word that is your power.

{?} Hell, to the Word, deceives Thee, upset, the man was vainly adored, wounded by the wounds of the Almighty Child, and perished by a terrible sight.

Song 5.

Irmos: Thy Epiphany, Christ, graciously to us formerly, Isaiah, Having seen the Light of the Non-Evening, having morningened from the night, crying out: the dead will resurrect and the creatures will rest in the tomb, and all earth-born will rejoice.

{?} The new creatures of the earth, to the Creator, were the ring, and the shroud and coffin reveal a hedgehog in You, the Word, the sacrament. The noble Bo Counselor to You Rozhdshago will form a council, in You a great newcomer.

{?} Death - mortal, burial - perishable prelagaeshi: imperishable make bo, magnificently immortal immortal acceptance, flesh bo Thy extermination is not seen, Lord, below Thy soul in hell is strangely left behind speed.

{?} From the Unlucky past and perforated into the ribs, To my sister-in-law, I made Evino update from Ney, Adam being, having fallen asleep more naturally than a natural sleep and having lifted up life from sleep and decay, as Almighty.

Canto 6.

{?} Irmos: Iat is quicker, but not kept in the Persian whale Jonah: Wearing your image, Suffering and burial afterwards, like from a chamber, from a beast coming out: but to the invitation of the Custodian: keeping vain and false, this mercy was left natural.

{?} Bien was thou, but not divided thou, the Word, even thou communed thou thou flesh: even more Thou shalt ruin the temple in the midst of passion, but so is the same composition of the Divine and Thine flesh. In both, there is one Son, the Word of God, God and Man.

{?} It is man-killing, but not destructive, the transgression of Adam: swiftly and thy affliction of the flesh exist