Does anyone have a recording of The Fraction to The Son in english. There are some amazing recordings online of arabic ones, but I can't seem to find it in english.
I haven't a recording in English, but I have a good English translation:
O Only Begotten Son, God the Logos, Who loved us, and Whose love willed to save us from eternal perdition… for when death stood in the way of our salvation, He desired to go through it in His love for us. Thus He ascended the Cross to bear the punishment of our sins. We were the ones who sinned, and He is the One Who suffered. We were the ones who were in debt to the Divine Justice because of our transgressions, and He is the One Who paid our debts for us. For our sakes, He preferred suffering to comfort, toil to rest, humiliation to glory and the Cross to the throne borne by the cherubim.
He accepted to be tied by ropes, that He might untie us from the bonds of sins. He humbled Himself that He might raise us up. He hungered that He might satisfy us, He thirsted that He might quench our thirst, and He ascended the Cross naked that He might clothe us with the robe of His righteousness. His side was pierced by the spear that we might go in and dwell in the throne of His grace, and that the Blood might pour from His Body that we may be washed from our iniquities. And lastly, He died and was buried in the tomb that He might raise us from the death of sin and give us life eternal.
So, my God, my sins are the thorns that pierce Your holy head. I am the one who has grieved Your heart with my delight in the pleasures of the vain world. And what is this path leading to death along which You walk, O my God and Saviour? What is it that You carry upon Your shoulders? It is the Cross of shame which You carried in my stead. How can this be, O Redeemer? What has made You accept this? Can the Great One be humiliated? Can the Glorified One be despised? Can the Most High be made lowly? Oh, how great is Your love! Indeed, it is Your great love which has made You accept to bear all these tortures for me.
I thank You, my God, and Your angels and creation thank You on my behalf, for I fall short in offering You the thanks befitting Your love. So have we ever seen a love greater than this? Therefore, mourn, O my soul, over your sins which caused your tenderhearted Redeemer all these pains. [Visualize/Set] His wounded side before You, and take refuge in it when the enemy rises up against you.
Grant me, O my Saviour, to consider Your suffering my treasure, Your crown of thorns my glory, Your pains my comfort, Your myrrh my sweetness, Your Blood my life, and Your love my boasting and thanksgiving.
O wounds of Christ, wound me with the spear of Divine love. O death of Christ, inebriate me with the love of Him Who died for me. O Blood of Christ, cleanse me from every sin. O Jesus my Beloved, if You see me a withering branch, embalm me with the oil of Your Grace and make me abide in You as a living branch, O True Vine. And as I approach to partake of Your Mysteries, make me worthy of this, and prepared to unite with You, that I may call upon You, O Heavenly Father, in the manner of children to their father, and say, “Our Father…”
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I haven't a recording in English, but I have a good English translation:
O Only Begotten Son, God the Logos, Who loved us, and Whose love willed to save us from eternal perdition… for when death stood in the way of our salvation, He desired to go through it in His love for us. Thus He ascended the Cross to bear the punishment of our sins. We were the ones who sinned, and He is the One Who suffered. We were the ones who were in debt to the Divine Justice because of our transgressions, and He is the One Who paid our debts for us. For our sakes, He preferred suffering to comfort, toil to rest, humiliation to glory and the Cross to the throne borne by the cherubim.
He accepted to be tied by ropes, that He might untie us from the bonds of sins. He humbled Himself that He might raise us up. He hungered that He might satisfy us, He thirsted that He might quench our thirst, and He ascended the Cross naked that He might clothe us with the robe of His righteousness. His side was pierced by the spear that we might go in and dwell in the throne of His grace, and that the Blood might pour from His Body that we may be washed from our iniquities. And lastly, He died and was buried in the tomb that He might raise us from the death of sin and give us life eternal.
So, my God, my sins are the thorns that pierce Your holy head. I am the one who has grieved Your heart with my delight in the pleasures of the vain world. And what is this path leading to death along which You walk, O my God and Saviour? What is it that You carry upon Your shoulders? It is the Cross of shame which You carried in my stead. How can this be, O Redeemer? What has made You accept this? Can the Great One be humiliated? Can the Glorified One be despised? Can the Most High be made lowly? Oh, how great is Your love! Indeed, it is Your great love which has made You accept to bear all these tortures for me.
I thank You, my God, and Your angels and creation thank You on my behalf, for I fall short in offering You the thanks befitting Your love. So have we ever seen a love greater than this? Therefore, mourn, O my soul, over your sins which caused your tenderhearted Redeemer all these pains. [Visualize/Set] His wounded side before You, and take refuge in it when the enemy rises up against you.
Grant me, O my Saviour, to consider Your suffering my treasure, Your crown of thorns my glory, Your pains my comfort, Your myrrh my sweetness, Your Blood my life, and Your love my boasting and thanksgiving.
O wounds of Christ, wound me with the spear of Divine love. O death of Christ, inebriate me with the love of Him Who died for me. O Blood of Christ, cleanse me from every sin. O Jesus my Beloved, if You see me a withering branch, embalm me with the oil of Your Grace and make me abide in You as a living branch, O True Vine. And as I approach to partake of Your Mysteries, make me worthy of this, and prepared to unite with You, that I may call upon You, O Heavenly Father, in the manner of children to their father, and say, “Our Father…”