+ It's Church of the Lord :

[ENGLISH] Its Church of the Lord, The Coptic one of mine : True, strong and old, Ever alive and Divine. At an early time, After the birth of Christ : Marcus brought us faith, The real and true light. He traveled through every town, Preaching the good news : About our great redeemer, Who takes our sins away.

The Copts professed their faith, Clear and aloud : Peace and happiness, Prevailed on the crowd : Idols were destroyed, In no long a time, And faith was proclaimed, The cross was sublime. Satan instantly arose, Against the Son of God : Infuriating soldiers, Rulers and every landlord.

On the children of faith, They raised every weapon : Deny your faith, Or be thrown in the oven. No pains, no ordeals, Nay Nay not any shame : Did our fathers fear, But faith they’d acclaim. Victoriously they cried, We are in no fright : No fires would us dissuade, We love our Jesus Christ.

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+ My Coptic Orthodox Church :

[ENGLISH] My Coptic Orthodox Church : You have spread Christianity : In Nubia and Ethiopia : And in Western cities. Also in African nations : As well as in Sudan : In the European countries : You witnessed through the land. (x2)

Chorus:
O my church the strong: O great place of prayer: We defend you with our blood : We defend you with our life : (x2) : We defend you with our life.

At the Nicean council : You stood firm and remained : Your deacon Athanasius : Is the hero of faith. With Clement and Origen : With Anthony and Paul : And Cyril and Dioscorus : All of your saints stood tall. (x2)

My beloved Coptic Church : A house of beauty bright : You are so sweet and radiant : We defend you with our love. Our eyes do look toward you : And our hearts adore you : O great place of prayer : We always come to you. (x2)

Jesus came and visited you : with His mother He blessed you : And the blood of St. Mark : established your faith true. St. George and St. Demiana : Were martyred for the faith : The blood of Abba Peter : Ended the pagan ways. (x2)

Mother of seven sacraments : As well as of our saints : The wicked persecuted you : But God kept strong your gates. The oldest of all churches : In the world a bright light : The love of all our martyrs : You’re the way of Paradise. (x2)

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