Angelic Chant of Nuns from Camarzani Monastery in Romania. The Song is called "Din Cer Senin" (From the Clear Blue Sky). The Song is enriched by an insight in a men's Monastery in Abkhazia: https://youtu.be/H8N6-QxhEDsLyrics:
From the Clear Blue Sky
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From the clear blue sky, a divine choir
Can be heard sweetly singing.
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Gifted shepherds appear on the hill
Bringing white lambs as gifts.
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A star on the horizon watching over the paths,
Shining in the distance
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Leads the magi with their precious gifts
Carried in white bags.
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And a frail infant with a holy face
Sits quietly smiling.
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And His Mother was cradling Him
And everbody was joyous.
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And the holy sky and this earth
Were illuminated by the Infant.
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And they became holy and they received God’s grace
Those who let Him in.
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And us, having seen this, we pray
And we kiss His face.
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Yearning to devote our lives to Him
And to praise Him forever.
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From the clear blue sky, a divine choir
Can be heard sweetly singing.
English Translation:
Amen.
Bless the Lord, O my soul, blessed art Thou, O Lord.
O Lord my God, Thou art very great.
Blessed art Thou, O Lord.
Thou are clothed with honor and majesty.
Blessed art Thou, O Lord.
The waters stand upon the mountains.
Marvelous are Thy works, O Lord
The waters flow between the hills.
Marvelous are Thy works, O Lord.
In wisdom hast Thou made all things.
Glory to Thee, O Lord, who hast created all!
http://www.stnickbyz.com - The Akathist of Thanksgiving, which is also called Glory to God for All Things, is a treasure left to us by the martyrs of the great persecution of the Russian Church under Soviet Communism. It was found in the personal effects of Father Gregory Petrov who died in the Gulag in 1940. It has been traced back to Metropolitan Tryphon, a prominent spiritual father of the Russian Church at the height of that persecution.
St. Nicholas Byzantine Catholic Church Barberton, OH - Read by Charles Williams - Charles Williams is a member of St. Nicholas Byzantine Catholic Church.He sings in the choir and is one of our cantors. Charles is a convert to the Catholic faith in the Latin Rite and joined our parish 7 years ago attracted by the Byzantine liturgy and Eastern Christian spirituality. Charles is married with three adult children and teaches mathematics at the University of Akron.
Let us represent the cherubim in mystic harmony, mystic harmony,
praise the Father, Son and Spirit,
raise our three-fold song, raise our three-fold song,
praise the Trinity, praise the Trinity, raise our three-fold song to the Trinity,
Let us now cast aside, cast aside, let us cast aside all this earthly life,
cast aside, cast aside, cast aside, all this earthly life.
Amen.
King of all, we may receive God the King, we may receive Him!
He who in glory enters in with mighty hosts of angels,
with mighty hosts of angels. Alleluia!
I found this music very moving and beautiful . In the comments on youtube someone put a basic translation:
In the dark night, over Bethlehem,The clear dawn was gone, the earth covered with light.Holy Virgin, Holy Bride,In the den of the poor Son gave birth.Refrain:Sleep, Jesus, Sleep, Little,Sleep, you, star, mine.Your fate, my dear,I sing to you.Gently kissed, covered with a cloth,She put to bed, quietly started the song:You grow up, You, Son, You will become an adult,In the world you will go, My baby.Chorus: Sleep, Jesus ...The love of the Lord and the truth of GodYou, in a world of faith, will bring your people,The truth will live, the shackles of sin will breakBut on Calvary, My child will die.Refrain:Sleep Jesus Jesus sleep little babySleep, you, my starYour fate, my dearI sing to you...Sleep Jesus Jesus sleep little babySleep, you, my pink blossomAnd with hope in YouThe whole world is watching!
Hymn for Corpus Christi written by St. Thomas Aquinas... Translation:
Of the glorious Body telling,
O my tongue, its mysteries sing,
And the Blood, all price excelling,
Which the world's eternal King,
In a noble womb once dwelling
Shed for the world's ransoming.
Given for us, descending,
Of a Virgin to proceed,
Man with man in converse blending,
Scattered he the Gospel seed,
Till his sojourn drew to ending,
Which he closed in wondrous deed.
At the last great Supper lying
Circled by his brethren's band,
Meekly with the law complying,
First he finished its command
Then, immortal Food supplying,
Gave himself with his own hand.
Word made Flesh, by word he maketh
Very bread his Flesh to be;
Man in wine Christ's Blood partaketh:
And if senses fail to see,
Faith alone the true heart waketh
To behold the mystery.
Therefore we, before him bending,
This great Sacrament revere;
Types and shadows have their ending,
For the newer rite is here;
Faith, our outward sense befriending,
Makes the inward vision clear.
Glory let us give, and blessing
To the Father and the Son;
Honour, might, and praise addressing,
While eternal ages run;
Ever too his love confessing,
Who, from both, with both is one.
Amen.