Let us like Davids sing songs to Luke

MY heart has uttered a good matter: I declare my works to the king: my tongue is the pen of a quick writer.

The queen stood by on thy right hand, clothed in vesture wrought with gold, and arrayed in divers colours.

Instead of thy fathers children are born to thee: thou shalt make them princes over all the earth. They shall make mention of thy name from generation to generation: therefore shall the nations give thanks to thee for ever, even for ever and ever.

Psalm 44:1, 9, 16-17 (LXX)


An icon of St Luke painting the first icon, of Mary. From Wikimedia Commons. Licensed for reuse.

An icon of St Luke painting the first icon, of Mary. From Wikimedia Commons. Licensed for reuse.


COME all creation, let us praise in songs Luke, famous in song, who is truly a spiritual physician, and disciple of the Saviour.

For he it was that healed the disease of godlessness by the ointment of Christ’s baptismal font; and wherever men live, he has poured forth from his mouth rivers of the Gospel, in streams welling up from God.

Therefore, as prophesied his sound hath gone out into the whole world [Rom 10:18, Ps 18/19:4], and he maketh intercession that our souls may be saved.

Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit.

YE faithful, let us gather and like Davids cry out in songs to Luke, mystical orator of the Word.

Thy tongue hath been shewn to be the pen of a ready writer [Ps 44/45:1].

Thou didst supply for the nations’ search for knowledge the fairest eyes, fit for that divine understanding by which thou didst proclaim the Gospel, and record the Acts of thy fellow Apostles.

Therefore, as thou standest before God, the Trinity, intercede for our souls.

Now and for ever, and to the ages of ages.


ACCEPT, O Lady, the prayers of thy servants, and redeem us out of every necessity and trouble.

At Matins on the Feast of St Luke the Evangelist (October 18). Source.


PHYSICIAN most wise, initiate of mysteries, Apostle Luke, thou wast appointed to be the supreme painter from life of the Mother who bore God; thou, blest saint, didst write words through the divine Spirit, thou gavest understanding of the highest condescension of the presence of Christ. Therefore, intercede that our souls be saved.


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