Let everything that has bream praise the Lord
Praise the Lord from the Heavens; praise Him in the heights
To You, O God, praise is befitting. Praise Him, all His Angels
Praise Him all His Hosts. To You, O God, praise is befitting
Praise Him for His sovereignty
Praise Him according to the fullness of His Majesty
The harlot recognizing You, the Son of the Virgin
As God, and weeping besought You with tears
Equal to her past deeds, and said: 'Loose my debt
As I unloose my tresses; show love to the one
Justly hated, who loves You, and who with the publicans hails You
O Benefactor, Lover of mankind'
Praise Him in the sound of the trumpet
Praise Him with the lute and harp
With the precious myrrh the harlot mixed her tears
And poured it over Your sacred feet, as she kissed them
Immediately You justified her; grant also forgiveness to us
You, Who suffered for us, and save us
Praise Him with cymbals and chorus
Praise Him with strings and pipe
While the sinful woman was offering the myrrh
The Disciple was making terms with the lawless
She rejoiced in emptying out that which was precious
He hastened to sell Him, Who was above all price
She acknowledged the Master, he severed himself from the Master
She was set free, and Judas became a slave to the enemy
Monstrous was his callousness! Great was her repentance!
Grant me this also, O Saviour, Who suffered for us, and save us
Praise Him with well sounding cymbals
Praise Him with cymbals of joy
Let everything that has breath praise the Lord
O misery of Judas! He saw the harlot kissing the feet
And with guile he meditated the kiss of betrayal
She unloosed her tresses, and he bound himself with fury
Bringing instead of myrrh, his foul wickedness
For envy knows not how to appreciate even its own advantage
O wretchedness of Judas! From this, O God, deliver our souls
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Let everything that has bream praise the Lord
Praise the Lord from the Heavens; praise Him in the heights
To You, O God, praise is befitting. Praise Him, all His Angels
Praise Him all His Hosts. To You, O God, praise is befitting
Praise Him for His sovereignty
Praise Him according to the fullness of His Majesty
The harlot recognizing You, the Son of the Virgin
As God, and weeping besought You with tears
Equal to her past deeds, and said: 'Loose my debt
As I unloose my tresses; show love to the one
Justly hated, who loves You, and who with the publicans hails You
O Benefactor, Lover of mankind'
Praise Him in the sound of the trumpet
Praise Him with the lute and harp
With the precious myrrh the harlot mixed her tears
And poured it over Your sacred feet, as she kissed them
Immediately You justified her; grant also forgiveness to us
You, Who suffered for us, and save us
Praise Him with cymbals and chorus
Praise Him with strings and pipe
While the sinful woman was offering the myrrh
The Disciple was making terms with the lawless
She rejoiced in emptying out that which was precious
He hastened to sell Him, Who was above all price
She acknowledged the Master, he severed himself from the Master
She was set free, and Judas became a slave to the enemy
Monstrous was his callousness! Great was her repentance!
Grant me this also, O Saviour, Who suffered for us, and save us
Praise Him with well sounding cymbals
Praise Him with cymbals of joy
Let everything that has breath praise the Lord
O misery of Judas! He saw the harlot kissing the feet
And with guile he meditated the kiss of betrayal
She unloosed her tresses, and he bound himself with fury
Bringing instead of myrrh, his foul wickedness
For envy knows not how to appreciate even its own advantage
O wretchedness of Judas! From this, O God, deliver our souls
Praise the Lord from the Heavens; praise Him in the heights
To You, O God, praise is befitting. Praise Him, all His Angels
Praise Him all His Hosts. To You, O God, praise is befitting
Praise Him for His sovereignty
Praise Him according to the fullness of His Majesty
The harlot recognizing You, the Son of the Virgin
As God, and weeping besought You with tears
Equal to her past deeds, and said: 'Loose my debt
As I unloose my tresses; show love to the one
Justly hated, who loves You, and who with the publicans hails You
O Benefactor, Lover of mankind'
Praise Him in the sound of the trumpet
Praise Him with the lute and harp
With the precious myrrh the harlot mixed her tears
And poured it over Your sacred feet, as she kissed them
Immediately You justified her; grant also forgiveness to us
You, Who suffered for us, and save us
Praise Him with cymbals and chorus
Praise Him with strings and pipe
While the sinful woman was offering the myrrh
The Disciple was making terms with the lawless
She rejoiced in emptying out that which was precious
He hastened to sell Him, Who was above all price
She acknowledged the Master, he severed himself from the Master
She was set free, and Judas became a slave to the enemy
Monstrous was his callousness! Great was her repentance!
Grant me this also, O Saviour, Who suffered for us, and save us
Praise Him with well sounding cymbals
Praise Him with cymbals of joy
Let everything that has breath praise the Lord
O misery of Judas! He saw the harlot kissing the feet
And with guile he meditated the kiss of betrayal
She unloosed her tresses, and he bound himself with fury
Bringing instead of myrrh, his foul wickedness
For envy knows not how to appreciate even its own advantage
O wretchedness of Judas! From this, O God, deliver our souls
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