Or simply prayer of doxology to Jesus Christ.
For the glory of the Holy Trinity
I want to sing a song to Jesus.
I will praise Christ in church,
I will praise him in the great assembly,
I will glorify You on the forum, on the Internet.
Mary gave birth to You
Near the city of Bethlehem of Judah,
But the Holy Spirit conceived You,
And the Power of the Most High overshadowed Mary.
You are predestined to all creation,
After all, Yourself are the Creator of the entire Universe;
You are the Word-Logos, who created everything from nothing,
According to the Father's plan, with the assistance of the Holy Spirit.
You have become a man,
You were like us,
But You didn’t experience our lust,
Nor did You inherit Adam's sin.
You came to save the human race from eternal death,
Introducing us, the fallen, to eternal life.
You Yourself, - the Truth, the Way, the Life, - descended,
Reviving us with Yourself, through the communion of Your blood and body.
You shared our sorrows with us,
Traveling through Canaan with Your disciples.
At night You felt the cold
And the heat of sun with its scorching rays during the day.
You had compassion for people's sorrows,
Healing the sick and disabled,
You raised the dead to life,
Giving bread and fish to hungry,
You forgave all the sins of humble.
You proclaimed good news to the world with a word,
Revealing nearness of God's Kingdom,
In figurative parables communicating Divine wisdom,
Heartily calling on the people to repent.
You taught love's commandment to keep,
To show love in word and deed.
To do everything to our neighbor
What we ourselves want from him to do for us,
So that we may store up treasures for ourselves in Heaven.
You revealed the meaning of the Old Testamental law,
Fulfilled the prophecies of prophets,
The Torah's entire Law prepared its doers for You,
And all the prophets spoke hundreds years before about You.
But the hour of the Cross has come for You,
Of bloody baptism to take place,
To give away Your life,
So that we may receive Your life.
To the villains You were delivered up to death.
They wanted to remove You.
You submitted meekly to the Lawyers that were lawless ones.
And You were tempted by the horror of fierce suffering,
In agony while sweating blood.
You were obedient to Heavenly Father,
Selflessly fulfilling His holy will.
And rejecting the fear of imminent suffering.
Vile Judas volunteered to betray the Teacher
To the priestly court of two-faced God-fighters.
Caiaphas began to interrogate
To ensnare You with deceit of the Christ-fighters.
The disciples left you at the fatal moment,
They were afraid to share Your cup;
Peter denied you, saying: “I don’t know him,”
Although he showed then secret repentance in tears.
You were faint-heartedly condemned by Pilate,
He cowardly sentenced You to death.
This is what the leaders of Your people wanted him to do:
Those slandering priests and hypocrite Pharisees.
You meekly endured the blows of their black envy.
And through experience you have known unbearable torments,
When with the whip You were scourged innocently,
When from the stick You received the wounds,
When You stood with a pricky crown of thorns,
When You were humiliated, dressed in scarlet robe.
You experienced the agony of torture, beatings, abuse.
As a self-proclaimed usurper You were slandered,
Like a blasphemer delivered to the slaughter,
With meekness You endured public shame,
Enduring all the bitterness of humiliation.
But You showed valor in trials,
By Your great courage You surpassed all men.
Putting all the warriors to shame with Your brave-heartedness.
And You looked death in the eyes,
Like the Lion of Judah, a Brave Champion Leader.
You suffered a cruel punishment unjustly,
You accepted our curse voluntarily,
Among two thieves You hung on the cross,
You were counted among the villains involuntarily.
Enduring heat and thirst and pain,
Smirks, swearing, insults,
The wrath of God for our sins You have endured,
Showing His Love for His creation.
You longed to save Adam and Eve,
To bring the lost sheep to the land of meek,
To find the human race for Heaven,
Adopting prodigal son again to the Father.
Experiencing our abandonment by God, You cried out:
“Eli, Eli, lema sabachtani?”
“Oh, God, my God, why have You forsaken me?”
“It is accomplished,” You said,
And You gave Your spirit to Yahweh.
The earth did not tolerate this lawlessness,
She suddenly began to shake,
Exposing the abomination of deicide.
The veil in the Temple was split apart,
By an invisible hand and the power of God into two parts.
And the light disappeared in sky in broad daylight,
The sun darkened in the radiant azure.
And stars and moon did not give shine,
Their Creator seeing as a slain Man.
You died on the tree of the cross on Paschal Day,
The chosen disciples and the women who served You were weeping.
And mortal sorrow struck Mary, Your Mother, on this day,
Your torment pierced her with an invisible weapon.
As Simeon once predicted it,
And now the prophecies of the God-receiver came about.
Joseph of Arimathea sacrificed his tomb for You,
And he wrapped Your relics in a snow-white shroud.
He honored You with oily fragrance,
Having anointed Your body with expensive and fragrant myrrh.
Mary Magdalene bade You farewell with tearful sobs,
She wanted to smear your corpse with greater costly myrrh,
After the Sabbath day, having honored it with lawful rest,
She dared to return to the grave with her friends on the third day.
For the glory of the Holy Trinity
I want to sing a song to Jesus.
I will praise Christ in church,
I will praise him in the great assembly,
I will glorify You on the forum, on the Internet.
Mary gave birth to You
Near the city of Bethlehem of Judah,
But the Holy Spirit conceived You,
And the Power of the Most High overshadowed Mary.
You are predestined to all creation,
After all, Yourself are the Creator of the entire Universe;
You are the Word-Logos, who created everything from nothing,
According to the Father's plan, with the assistance of the Holy Spirit.
You have become a man,
You were like us,
But You didn’t experience our lust,
Nor did You inherit Adam's sin.
You came to save the human race from eternal death,
Introducing us, the fallen, to eternal life.
You Yourself, - the Truth, the Way, the Life, - descended,
Reviving us with Yourself, through the communion of Your blood and body.
You shared our sorrows with us,
Traveling through Canaan with Your disciples.
At night You felt the cold
And the heat of sun with its scorching rays during the day.
You had compassion for people's sorrows,
Healing the sick and disabled,
You raised the dead to life,
Giving bread and fish to hungry,
You forgave all the sins of humble.
You proclaimed good news to the world with a word,
Revealing nearness of God's Kingdom,
In figurative parables communicating Divine wisdom,
Heartily calling on the people to repent.
You taught love's commandment to keep,
To show love in word and deed.
To do everything to our neighbor
What we ourselves want from him to do for us,
So that we may store up treasures for ourselves in Heaven.
You revealed the meaning of the Old Testamental law,
Fulfilled the prophecies of prophets,
The Torah's entire Law prepared its doers for You,
And all the prophets spoke hundreds years before about You.
But the hour of the Cross has come for You,
Of bloody baptism to take place,
To give away Your life,
So that we may receive Your life.
To the villains You were delivered up to death.
They wanted to remove You.
You submitted meekly to the Lawyers that were lawless ones.
And You were tempted by the horror of fierce suffering,
In agony while sweating blood.
You were obedient to Heavenly Father,
Selflessly fulfilling His holy will.
And rejecting the fear of imminent suffering.
Vile Judas volunteered to betray the Teacher
To the priestly court of two-faced God-fighters.
Caiaphas began to interrogate
To ensnare You with deceit of the Christ-fighters.
The disciples left you at the fatal moment,
They were afraid to share Your cup;
Peter denied you, saying: “I don’t know him,”
Although he showed then secret repentance in tears.
You were faint-heartedly condemned by Pilate,
He cowardly sentenced You to death.
This is what the leaders of Your people wanted him to do:
Those slandering priests and hypocrite Pharisees.
You meekly endured the blows of their black envy.
And through experience you have known unbearable torments,
When with the whip You were scourged innocently,
When from the stick You received the wounds,
When You stood with a pricky crown of thorns,
When You were humiliated, dressed in scarlet robe.
You experienced the agony of torture, beatings, abuse.
As a self-proclaimed usurper You were slandered,
Like a blasphemer delivered to the slaughter,
With meekness You endured public shame,
Enduring all the bitterness of humiliation.
But You showed valor in trials,
By Your great courage You surpassed all men.
Putting all the warriors to shame with Your brave-heartedness.
And You looked death in the eyes,
Like the Lion of Judah, a Brave Champion Leader.
You suffered a cruel punishment unjustly,
You accepted our curse voluntarily,
Among two thieves You hung on the cross,
You were counted among the villains involuntarily.
Enduring heat and thirst and pain,
Smirks, swearing, insults,
The wrath of God for our sins You have endured,
Showing His Love for His creation.
You longed to save Adam and Eve,
To bring the lost sheep to the land of meek,
To find the human race for Heaven,
Adopting prodigal son again to the Father.
Experiencing our abandonment by God, You cried out:
“Eli, Eli, lema sabachtani?”
“Oh, God, my God, why have You forsaken me?”
“It is accomplished,” You said,
And You gave Your spirit to Yahweh.
The earth did not tolerate this lawlessness,
She suddenly began to shake,
Exposing the abomination of deicide.
The veil in the Temple was split apart,
By an invisible hand and the power of God into two parts.
And the light disappeared in sky in broad daylight,
The sun darkened in the radiant azure.
And stars and moon did not give shine,
Their Creator seeing as a slain Man.
You died on the tree of the cross on Paschal Day,
The chosen disciples and the women who served You were weeping.
And mortal sorrow struck Mary, Your Mother, on this day,
Your torment pierced her with an invisible weapon.
As Simeon once predicted it,
And now the prophecies of the God-receiver came about.
Joseph of Arimathea sacrificed his tomb for You,
And he wrapped Your relics in a snow-white shroud.
He honored You with oily fragrance,
Having anointed Your body with expensive and fragrant myrrh.
Mary Magdalene bade You farewell with tearful sobs,
She wanted to smear your corpse with greater costly myrrh,
After the Sabbath day, having honored it with lawful rest,
She dared to return to the grave with her friends on the third day.