Proemial Psalm 104 (103)

Bless the LORD, O my soul! O LORD my God, thou art very great! Thou art clothed with honor and majesty, who coverest thyself with light as with a garment, who hast stretched out the heavens like a tent, who hast laid the beams of thy chambers on the waters, who makest the clouds thy chariot, who ridest on the wings of the wind, who makest thine angels spirits, and thy ministers a flaming fire.

Thou didst set the earth on its foundations, so that it should never be shaken. Thou didst cover it with the deep as with a garment; the waters stood above the mountains. At thy rebuke they fled; at the sound of thy thunder they took to flight.

The mountains rose, the valleys sank down to the place which thou didst appoint for them. Thou didst set a bound which they should not pass, so that they might not again cover the earth.

Thou makest springs gush forth in the valleys; they flow between the hills, they give drink to every beast of the field; the wild asses quench their thirst. By them the birds of the air have their habitation; they sing among the branches. From thy lofty abode thou waterest the mountains; the earth is satisfied with the fruit of thy work.

Thou dost cause the grass to grow for the cattle, fodder for the animals that serve man, that he may bring forth food from the earth, and wine to gladden the heart of man, oil to make his face shine, and bread to strengthen man’s heart.

The trees of the LORD are watered abundantly, the cedars of Lebanon which he planted. In them the birds build their nests; the stork has her home in the fir trees. The high mountains are for the wild goats; the rocks are a refuge for the badgers.

Thou hast made the moon to mark the seasons; the sun knows its time for setting. Thou makest darkness, and it is night, when all the beasts of the forest creep forth. The young lions roar for their prey, seeking their food from God. When the sun rises, they get them away and lie down in their dens. Man goes forth to his work and to his labor until the evening.

O LORD, how manifold are thy works! In wisdom hast thou made them all; the earth is full of thy creatures. Yonder is the sea, great and wide, which teems with things innumerable, living things both small and great. There go the ships, and which thou didst form to sport in it.

These all look to thee, to give them their food in due season. When thou givest to them, they gather it up; when thou openest thy hand, they are filled with good things. When thou hidest thy face, they are dismayed; when thou takest away their breath, they die and return to their dust. When thou sendest forth thy Spirit, they are created; and thou renewest the face of the earth.

May the glory of the LORD endure forever, may the LORD rejoice in his works, who looks on the earth and it trembles, who touches the mountains and they smoke! I will sing to the LORD as long as I live; I will sing praise to my God while I have being. May my meditation be pleasing to him, for I rejoice in the LORD. Let sinners be consumed from the earth, and let the wicked be no more! Bless the LORD, O my soul!

The sun knows its time for setting. Thou makest darkness, and it is night.

O LORD, how manifold are thy works! In wisdom hast thou made them all!

Glory to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit, now and ever and unto ages of ages. Amen.

Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia, Glory to Thee, O God! 2x

Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia, Glory to Thee, O God! (sung)

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Fourth Sunday in - St. John oF the Laddar

on Lord t calt...Resurre ction and the foltowing from the Tiodion.

Tone 8 Prosomian "O Most G/onous Wonder,, \/ O holy-N father John, truly hast thou evdr ms the iraises 6fiEEL#d, and with grdat wisdom

hast thou studied the words of Holy Scripture that tggh us how to practice the ascetic life. , So hast thou gained the riches of grace,- and thou hast become blessed, // ,a! overthrowing all the purposes of the ungo$ly.

O Most gloriols father John, with the fountain of thy tears thou trist cleansed' / thy soul, and by keepi),e ht thou hast gained Gdd's ryqrcy. ./ Thou wast @ed on wingS, O blessed one, to the love of Him and of His bJguty; and as is right thou dwellesf now in His ungqyling joy, with thy fellow soldiers in the iitual fight, /l O holy saint of God. ' / 0 holy father John, N on the wings of faith, IV thou hast liftedup thy mind to God; /V 7 hating the restless confusionof this world, / thou- hast taken up- thy Cross; and following- Him who sees all,.... things, thou hast subjected thy rebellious body to His guidance"' through ascetic discipline,// ,v by the e£W�r of the Holy �irit.

Glory... Tone 3

Glory... Tone 5

0 1!2ly futher, hearing the voice of the Gospel- of the Lord, thou- hast forsaken- the world, counting as nothing- its riches and its glory;- and so thou hast cried out to all: 'Love God, and ye shall findet�al grace. Set t!Q!hing1!!.gher than His love, that, when He comes in g!_ory, ye may findrgt with fillthe saints.' // At their prayers, 0 Christ, guard and save our souls. - ,...... __ !

Fourth Sunday in Lent Matins Praises: GLORY:TONE ONE

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And the Lord� of the vineyard,/� pleased by our labor,/,,,..... will provi,g.e the �yment,/ whereby He redeems our souls from the debt of sin,/// for He alone is rich in mercy... 3 :i ._i

Fourth sunday of Lent- st. John cl imacus

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Resurrectional Evlogitaria

Blessed art Thou, O Lord, Teach me Thy Statutes.

1. The company of angels was amazed, beholding Thee, O Savior, numbered among the dead, Who hast destroyed the power of death, and raised up with Thyself, setting all men free from Hell. Refrain: Blessed art Thou, O Lord, Teach me Thy Statutes. 2. “Why mingle ye sweet-smelling ointment with tears of pity, O ye women Disciples?” cried the angel who shone as lightning within the tomb to the myrrh-bearing women. “Behold the tomb and understand that the Savior is risen from the grave.” Refrain: Blessed art Thou, O Lord, Teach me Thy Statutes. 3. The women hastened early in the morning, bearing sweet-smelling ointment to Thy tomb, lamenting, but the angel arose before them and said, “Thy time for lamentation has ceased, weep not, but tell the Apostles of the Resurrection.” Refrain: Blessed art Thou, O Lord, Teach me Thy Statutes. 4. The women came lamenting to Thy tomb, bearing sweet-smelling ointment O Savior, But they heard an angel say to them: “Why count ye the living among the dead? For as God, from the tomb He has risen.”

Glory to the Father, and to the Son and to the Holy Spirit. We worship the Father, together with His Son and the Holy Spirit. The Holy Trinity, One in Essence; and we cry with the Seraphim: “Holy, Holy, Holy art Thou, O Lord.”

Both now and ever, and unto ages of ages. Amen.

O Virgin who hast borne the Giver of Life, thou hast delivered Adam from sin. And to Eve thou hast brought joy in place of sorrow. He who took flesh from thee, He who is both God and man, has raised up once more those who had fallen from Life.

Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia, Glory to Thee, O God. (3x) S

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