Give rest, O Lord, to the souls of Thy servants

A ‘garden of remembrance’ in Princes Street, Edinburgh. © Kim Traynor, Geograph. Licensed for reuse.

A ‘garden of remembrance’ in Princes Street, Edinburgh. © Kim Traynor, Geograph. Licensed for reuse.

O THOU Who with wisdom profound order all things with love, and Who gives to all what is needful, O only Creator, give rest, O Lord, to the souls of Thy servants, for on Thee they have set their hope, our Maker and Builder, and our God.

GIVE rest, O God, to the souls of Thy servants, and set them in Paradise, where the choirs of the Saints and the Just shine like the stars.

Give rest, O Lord, to Thy departed servants, and overlook all their offenses.

Give rest, O Lord, to the souls of thy servants, in a place of light, in place of green pasture, in a place of revival, whence all pain, sorrow and sighing have fled away.

Forgive every sin committed by them, in thought, word and deed, in Thy goodness and love for men, O God. For there is no one who lives without sinning: Thou alone art without sin, and Thy justice is eternal justice, and Thy Word in Truth.

For Thou art the Resurrection, the Life, and the Repose of Thy departed servants, O Christ our God, and to Thee we send up glory, with Thy Eternal Father, and Thy all-holy and good and life-giving Spirit, now and ever, and to the ages of ages.

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3 thoughts on “Give rest, O Lord, to the souls of Thy servants

  1. Amen! I will have to recite this before my bed time tonight. I am grateful for the eternal rest He promised to give to us, of course, and also for the nightly sleep as well. What a gift! After many sleepless nights, one learns to appreciate the value of a good night of sleep.

  2. Elder Paisios told the story of how he was away from his monastery once in a noisy hotel, on some kind of conference I think. He couldn’t sleep, so he decided to say some prayers. There was a war at the time (I forget which), so to help him sympathise with the soldiers he heard in every car door a bomb going off, in every shout in the street the cries of the soldiers. He prayed with real pain in his heart, and eventually fell sound asleep until morning. The others in his party merely spent a restless night, starting at every sound.

    That sincere sympathy is at the heart of true prayer, according to Elder Paisios; as I understand it, when God helps us to feel pain for others, he is actually giving us the gift of prayer.

  3. That story says a lot about him: to be able to transcend the natural human reaction of fear, and to sympathise with those directly afflicted by the violence. The result is a beautiful prayer that transcends time and language.

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