Troparion, tone 1:
At the Council of Pervago, you appeared as a champion and wonderworker, / to God-bearing Spyridon, our father. / Moreover, you cried out to the dead in the grave, / and you turned the serpent into gold, / and you always sang holy prayers to you, / You had angels co-serving with you, most sacred. / Glory to Him who gave you strength, / glory to Him who crowned you, / glory to Him who brings healing to all through you.
Canon of the Saint, tone 2.
Song 1.
Irmos: In the depths of the earth sometimes / the Pharaonic all-army is a re-armed power, / the incarnate Word consumed all-evil sin: / the glorified Lord is gloriously glorified.
Chorus: Holy Hierarch Father Spyridon, pray to God for us.
I have reached the meek earth, Father, for I am meek, and merciful, and pure, / I have tamed the storm that is present in my heart, / for, yes, in the silence of the Divine, I will sing songs to you.
By the Divine deeds, Father, having purified my soul, / God-seeing, Spyridon, you were / and you were enriched with the radiance of the Divine Spirit; / thus illumine your pure bliss.
Glory:
From the flock, like David, we receive you, the Co-creator / of your words, set the flock to the most graceful shepherd, / shining with simplicity and meekness / and adorned with goodness, like a shepherd.
And now:
Most Holy Pure Virgin, / enlighten and sanctify my thoughts and soul, I pray, / the clouds destroying my ignorance and taking away the darkness of sin, / as I please Thee according to duty.
Song 3.
Irmos: Having established me on the rock of faith, / you enlarged my mouth against my enemies, / my spirit rejoiced, and never sang: / none is holy like our God, / and none is righteous, save Thee, O Lord.
Chorus: Holy Hierarch Father Spyridon, pray to God for us.
Having enlightened your mind with dispassion and adorned with Divine humility, / you received the gifts of the Spirit to drive away spirits / and solve the ailments of those who faithfully honor you, most sacredly.
Having killed the evil serpent, / trampled upon the money-loving disposition, having mercy on the one who demanded, the saint, / you have transfigured the serpent into a golden utensil with your sacred prayers, / Reverend Father.
Glory:
You ascended the mountain of dispassion, / you entered the temple of the Vision of God, / you received the saving law in the tablet of your heart, / as the most sacred and saintly servant of your Lord.
And now:
Heal the scabs of my soul, / my mind, darkened by negligence, O Bride of God, illuminate, so that I may sing: / none are blameless, more than Thee, Immaculate, / and none are pure, more than Thee, Lady.
Lord, have mercy, three times.
Sedalen, tone 8. Similar to: Wisdom:
From the flock of sheep you have entrusted yourself to represent Christ’s Church, / you have become a God-made shepherd, Spyridon, you have shone, / you have driven away the slander of the wolves with your words, to raise this pasture for piety c. / Moreover, in the midst of the God-bearing fathers, you established the faith through the wisdom of the spirit, / Blessed Hierarch, pray to Christ God to grant forgiveness of sins / to those who celebrate your holy memory with love ́.
Glory, even now, to the Mother of God:
Like the All-Immaculate Bride of the Creator, / like the Inexperienced Mother of the Deliverer, friend like the Comforter, the All-Singing One, / I am the abode of iniquity / and the playground of demons in the mind. Sha, / strive to deliver me from those atrocities / and complete the bright home of virtues, luminous, imperishable. / Drive away the cloud of passions and the Most High communion of the Lord / and the unevening light through Your prayers.
Song 4.
Irmos: You came from the Virgin, neither an intercessor nor an Angel, / but the Lord Himself, who became incarnate, / and you saved all of me, a man. / Thus I call Thee: glory to Thy power, Lord.
Chorus: Holy Hierarch Father Spyridon, pray to God for us.
The coals of the Honest One kindled the Spirit, / thou didst burn a thing easily consumed by passions, O all-blessed one, / and thou didst enlighten the world with the fires of thy virtues, O Spyridon.
Having killed your carnal movements, O God-inspired, / you raised the dead with your life-giving invitation. / Moreover, I pray to you: / revive my mortified soul, Father.
Glory:
Obeying, the dead voice to you, father, gave / and your river aspirations kept the command: / for you appeared, O blessed one, a miracle worker, / Receive Divine grace.
And now:
The prophets of Your mystery proclaimed an inconceivable depth: / you alone gave birth, the Pure One, the misunderstood, / embodied for inscrutable mercy.
Song 5.
Irmos: Enlightenment in the darkness of those who lie, / salvation of the desperate, Christ, my Savior, / to You in the morning, King of the world, / enlighten me with Your radiance, / I know no other god than You.
Chorus: Holy Hierarch Father Spyridon, pray to God for us.
The river of the gifts that are in you will water every heart, like a venerable one, / give rich health to everyone, / raise up all God to glory, you who have been glorified / and honored with all sorts of miracles.
You are the king of the earth, blessed, / I have known the sincere servant of Heaven / and the fulfilled gifts of the Divine, who will sometimes come to you / proclaiming the great physician to God.
Glory:
You became like Abraham’s strange-loving disposition, / you opened the entrances of everyone in your house, / and you were everyone, and provided for those who exist in the situation, / Blessed Spyridon.
And now:
You gave birth to us a new Child, / before the ages, O Young Lady, born of the Father without Beginning. / I begged Him, as Thy Son and Thy God, / to show mercy to Theotokos, Thy Most Pure One, who proclaims with a pure soul.
Song 6.
Irmos: Lying in the abyss of sin, / I call upon the unsearchable abyss of Your mercy: / from aphids, O God, lift me up.
Chorus: Holy Hierarch Father Spyridon, pray to God for us.
Gold, like feces, is imputed to you, more than gold, I shine with dispassion / and I am enriched, like the gift of the Spirit by the all-gold.
Purely serving Your Master, / You had many, O Reverend, who listened to You with angelic powers / with invisible voices, most sacred.
Glory:
Glorious to all the world, you have made your life glorious to the world, Father. / Moreover, we fulfill your Divine memory, / rejoicing, singing to You.
And now:
The heavens expanded Your womb, Unartful, containing God, / nowhere to contain, All-Holy Virgin, Bride of God.
Lord, have mercy, three times. Glory, and now:
Kontakion, voice 2:
Vulnered by the love of Christ, most sacred, / your mind was fixed on the dawn of the Spirit, / through your diligent vision you found, O God-accepting, / the altar of the Divine, / asking for the Divine radiance to all.
Ikos: From the womb of the sanctified hierarch of the Lord, let us now praise Spyridon, / the grace of the tablet of receiving the Divine glory, / and in the wonders of the most glorious of all creation, / and as warmth and self-witness Divine illumination, / as a representative for the poor and a soul-bearer for those who sin: / for that is Divine to the Throne of Christ the sacrifice was made, / asking everyone for the Divine radiance.
Song 7.
Irmos: The ungodly command of the lawless tormentor / the flame ascended high. / Christ spread spiritual dew to the godly youth, / He is blessed and glorified.
Chorus: Holy Hierarch Father Spyridon, pray to God for us.
The kindness of Moses, the meekness of David, the immaculate acquisition of Job of the Aussites, / Thou art the dwelling place of the Spirit, most sacred: / Thou art blessed and glorified.
Petitions for your head during the harvest, the heavens plowed, your future was revealed: / For God, as He said, glorify your Divine memory, / sanctifying the faithful through your intercession.
Glory:
In the council of the fathers, God glorifies you, / at the judgment, you have preserved your words, O blessed one, / which you offered by faith, the most wordless Aria, who takes possession of reality / and abolishes this disobedience.
And now:
You have made the grapes grow with the ineffable word, / like a vine, a Virgin, the only uncultivated one, / flowing with wine, all the joyful things, all the sanctifying things of the earth, / and taking away all the drunkenness of the fierce.
Song 8.
Irmos: Sometimes the fiery furnace in Babylon divided the actions, / scorching the Chaldeans by God’s command, / watering the faithful, singing: / bless, all the works of the Lord, the Lord.
Chorus: Holy Hierarch Father Spyridon, pray to God for us.
The furnace of passions, with the Divine attire of the Divine Spirit, you extinguished / and you extinguished the dew of ailments, Father, the heat that takes away / those who always come to you faithfully, blessed Spyridon of God te.
You were good-natured, right, meek, and merciful, and unforgiving, / loving, a stranger, a most holy hierarch, / adorned with wisdom, O Reverend of Orthodoxy. / Moreover, we honor you with faith.
Glory:
There was a voice of old to you, as if you are alive and dead, I ask you, father, giver. / Oh, quite a miracle! / Oh, most glorious mystery! / Oh, the grace that you have received, / we are adorned with the life of angels, most wonderfully!
And now:
Heal the passions of my heart by Thy mercy, O All-Singing One, / pacify my mind, and enlighten my soul, / and make me prosperously walk on the path of salvation, / as let me always sing to Thee, O All-Singing One.
Song 9.
Irmos: Beginningless of the Parent, the Son, God and Lord, / incarnated from the Virgin, appeared to us, / darkened to enlighten, gathered scattered. / Thus we magnify the All-Singing Mother of God.
Chorus: Holy Hierarch Father Spyridon, pray to God for us.
You clearly preached that you are without beginning, the Parent of the Son, / consubstantial with the Father and co-essential, / in the midst of the God-bearing fathers, you exalted yourself, / and you stopped the mouths of the lawless, / to the all-blessed saint .
The many-bright sun, the father’s adornment, / the glory of the priests, the angels of the world, / your luminous memory joyfully now fulfilling / the light of the unevening with your prayers.
Glory:
The divine village, the Heavenly City, celebrating the red face / of your sanctified soul and adorned with virtues, all-blessed, / will receive you with a voice of joy.
And now:
The great mystery, more than the mind of Your Nativity, astonishes the Angels, O God-pleased One, / delights the venerable cathedral, and the holy fathers rejoice, / Divinely singing to Thee, the hope of our souls.
Luminous. Similar to: Sky with stars:
I brought you from the wordless flock into the verbal one, the Spirit, God-bearer, / like Moses and David, who became like you, Spyridon, / the light of the universe.
Glory, even now, to the Mother of God:
You were the cause of the good things that God gave to the world, O Mother of God, / but even now you have propitiated the common salvation of the blessed God.
First prayer:
O great and wonderful saint of Christ and wonderworker Spyridon, Kerkyra praise, bright lamp of the whole universe, warm prayer book to God and quickly present to all who come running to you and pray with faith intercessor! You gloriously explained the Orthodox faith at the Nicene Council among the Fathers, you showed the Unity of the Holy Trinity with miraculous power and you completely put the heretics to shame. Hear us sinners, the saint of Christ, praying to you and through your strong intercession with the Lord, deliver us from every evil situation: from famine, flood, fire and deadly plagues.
For in your time of life you delivered your people from all these disasters: you saved your country from the invasion of the Hagarians and from famine, you saved the king from an incurable illness and brought many sinners to repentance You brought us, you gloriously raised the dead, for the holiness of your life the Angels, invisibly in the church you had those singing and serving with you. Lord Christ, glorify you, your faithful servant, for all the secret human deeds have been granted to you to understand and to expose those who live unrighteously. You zealously helped many who lived in poverty and lack; you fed the poor people abundantly during famine and many other signs through the power of the living Spirit of God in you. life you created. Do not forsake us either, Saint of Christ, remember us, your children, at the Throne of the Almighty and beg the Lord to grant us forgiveness for many of our sins, a comfortable and peaceful life, and grant us the end of our lives. shameless and peaceful, and eternal bliss in the future He makes us worthy, so that we may send glory and thanksgiving to the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit, now and ever and unto ages of ages.
Second prayer:
O all-blessed Saint Spyridon, great saint of Christ and glorious miracle worker! Stand in Heaven before the Throne of God with the face of an Angel, look with your merciful eye on the people standing here and asking for your powerful help. Pray to the compassion of God, the Lover of Mankind, not to judge us for our iniquities, but to deal with us according to His mercy! Ask us from Christ and our God for a peaceful and serene life, health of soul and body, prosperity of the earth and all abundance and prosperity in everything, and may we not turn the good things given to us from the generous God into evil, but for His glory and the glorification of your intercession! Deliver all those who come to God through undoubted faith from all spiritual and physical troubles, from all yearnings and the devil’s slander! Be a comforter to the sad, a physician to the sick, a helper in times of adversity, a protector to the naked, a protector to widows, a protector to the poor, a nourisher to the infant, a strengthener to the old, a guide to the wandering, a guide to the sailing. rush and intercede for all your strong help that requires everything that is useful for salvation! For yes, through your prayers we instruct and observe, we will reach eternal rest and together with you we will glorify God, in the Trinity of Saints glorified, the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit, now and hereafter but also forever and ever. Amen.
History and significance
The akathist was first compiled in Byzantium at the end of the 5th - beginning of the 6th century. This work, the author of which is considered to be the deacon of the great Church of Constantinople, George of Pisidius, was addressed to the Mother of God and consisted of two parts:
- the first told about the earthly life of the Blessed Virgin;
- the second was devoted to the doctrine of the Incarnation and the salvation of mankind.
Initially, it was read in a single church: the Blachernae Church of Constantinople in front of the miraculous image of the Mother of God “Hodegetria”.
In those Orthodox churches where services are performed in Greek, the term “akathist” even today refers to only one work - an akathist dedicated to the Mother of God.
In the Russian Orthodox Church it is read once a year during the fifth Week of Great Lent. This service is called “Praise to the Most Holy Theotokos.”
Akathist as a genre began to take shape much later. In the 14th century, in the Byzantine Empire, which at that time was in a state of decline, they began to create works dedicated to holidays or saints and repeating the structure of the text addressed to the Mother of God.
During that period, akathists were written to John the Baptist, St. Nicholas, Archangel Michael, the chief apostles Peter and Paul, the twelve apostles, the Dormition of the Blessed Virgin Mary, and the Resurrection of Christ. The “Byzantine” period ended with the compilation of an akathist to the Apostle and Evangelist John the Theologian.
After the fall of Byzantium in 1453, in a difficult historical situation, fewer akathists were created, and they were devoted mainly to copies of icons of the Blessed Virgin Mary. By this time, this genre was penetrating into Rus', where works dedicated to Russian saints appeared.
Akathist creativity quickly took root and spread in Russia. By the middle of the 19th century, their number had become so large and varied that the practice of checking and approving texts by the Holy Synod was introduced.
WE RECOMMEND: Prayers to Spyridon of Trimythous for prosperity and work.
Those works that did not receive the stamp of the highest body of church government were not allowed to be printed and distributed. The reasons for refusal of registration were as follows:
- linguistic illiteracy;
- distortion of theological meanings;
- duplication of an akathist with an existing dedication.
By 1901, more than 450 akathists were in circulation in the Russian Church. However, only 158 of them were authorized by the Synod for distribution. Church hierarchs were often wary of such a surge in theological activity.
Saint Philaret of Moscow (Drozdov)
We are dissatisfied with our zeal to perform the divine service established by the Church in such a way that nothing is omitted and everything is sung and read slowly and clearly. Isn’t it more necessary, isn’t it more useful to be jealous about this than to expand the service with a multitude of akathists, arbitrarily re-composed from a multitude of vague, refined laudatory expressions, little capable of admonishing and edifying the reader or hearer? Anyone who wants to, every saint for whom he feels zeal, does not find it difficult to write an akathist and give it to the rule of the Church. Is this ok? Is it reasonable that so many ancient great saints, apostles, prophets, martyrs, saints, and saints remain without akathists? But should not the exercise of pious zeal be favored? True, but with much consideration and prudence, in order to bring to the Church of God a gift that is truly useful to it.
During the same period, in 1886, an akathist to St. Spyridon of Trimythous was compiled. Its author was the Moscow priest Alexander Tsvetkov. The author based the content on the life of the saint and liturgical hymns in his honor, which at that time existed in the Russian Orthodox Church.
In the book by A. Popov “Orthodox Russian Akathists, published with the blessing of the Holy Synod. The history of their origin and censorship, features of content and construction” provides a positive response from the censor to the submitted essay.
As follows from its contents, the new akathist was supposed to be read in front of the revered icon of the saint, which was located in the church where Father Alexander Tsvetkov served.
Prayer three:
O blessed Saint Spyridon! Beseech the mercy of God, the Lover of Mankind, that He may not judge us according to our iniquity, but may He deal with us according to His mercy. Ask us, the servants of God (name of the rivers), from Christ and our God for a peaceful and serene life, mental and physical health. Deliver us from all spiritual and physical troubles, from all languor and devilish slander. Remember us at the throne of the Almighty and beg the Lord to grant forgiveness of many of our sins, a comfortable and peaceful life, and grant us a shameless and peaceful death and eternal bliss in the future he will make us worthy, so that we may continually send glory and thanksgiving to the Father and the Son and To the Holy Spirit, now and ever and unto ages of ages.
Canon to Saint Spyridon of Trimythous
Song a҃.
Irmos:
In the depths of the post and sometimes the Pharaonic army is a supreme power, embodied in the word of universal sin, consumed it: the glorified place, the weak beyond fame.
I reached the earth for the meek, I am meek and merciful and pure, truly from my heart I am meek, I am truly Yes, yes, in the silence of my life, I sing songs to you.
Dѣ̑lanїi bzhⷭ҇tvennymi dꙋ́shꙋ, ѻ҆́ch҃e, ѡ҆chístiv, bggovidѣn, spѷrїdѡ́ne, was є҆сѝ, and ҆ bzhⷭ҇tvennaga dh҃a presve in the dark you become richer and richer: in this way you are pure and blessed.
And for the flock, for the last two years, we shall perceive the co-creator, the verbal ones, give the flock the shepherds of all the greatest, simplicity and meekness of this, and without forehead, like a shepherd, painted.
Bgorodichen:
Praise two things, enlighten and bright thoughts and thoughts of mine, prayers, clouds that destroy my ignorance, etc. ꙋ̀ those who have sins, I bless you for a long time.
Song of the city.
Irmos:
On the stone of the world I firmly established my faith, expanded my faith against my enemies, made my god happy, always sing: there is no light, Our skin is ours, and no one is righteous, more than you, where are you.
With your dispassionate enlightenment, and with your spiritual humility, we give beauty to everything that is bestowed upon you, in addition to persecuting children, and Eat these days faithfully to those most sacred.
Smі́ѧ is the beginning of a hateful ᲂу҆bív, the money-loving disposition is corrected, the dear one who is demanding, the slayer, Smі́ѧ turned it into goldꙋ́yu ᲂu The creation is sacred with your prayers, Reverend.
He ascended to the mountain of passionlessness, he entered the temple of God, in the tablet of your heart there is the law of salvation, ꙗ҆́кѡ the most holy and ҆ ᲂу҆́́днспснѡвѧвнѣнѣїїїи ҆ ᲂу҆́́днспсрснѡ вⷣѣѡѡѡ̀.
Bgorodichen:
Doctors pages for my dear, my gloomy negligent, bgonevesto, yes I sing: no one is more blameless than you, blameless ѧ, and no one is more pure than you, sir.
Sedalen, voice and.
And the flock will represent you in the future, the shepherd of God created you, sprїdѡ́ne, everything: glorified The wolves drove away all your words, raising this pasture for piety. Also, in the midst of great faiths, I affirmed the strength of the dhga, more blessed, pray for the blessing of God Ha, the sinner has given the gift to those who celebrate your loving memory.
Glory, and now, is great:
Ꙗ҆́кѡ all-incorruptible nevѣ́sto creatorꙋ̀, ꙗ҆́кѡ uniskꙋsomꙋ́zhnaѧ mt҃i izb́vitel: prїѧ́telishche ꙗ҆́кѡ sꙋ́schi ᲂу҆тѣ́shitel ѧ, all-singing, lawless place with the nasty slaughterhouse, and the demonic game in the form of the former, consuming those evils save, and the bright dwelling of the virtues, perfect, luminous, imperishable: wife and cloud of passions , and the heavenly communion, and the light of the evening, through your prayers.
Krⷭ҇tobgorodichen:
The lamb and the shepherd and the liberator look at the crest, exclaiming lamentations, and bitterly sobbing, crying: peace I am glad that you have accepted the deliverance, but my tomb is burning, I see your crucification, and you endure mercy for mercy. long-suffering, where mercy is abyssal and inexhaustible, merciful and the gift of sin given by the singing of faith your deepest passions.
Song of the day.
Irmos:
He came not as an intercessor, nor as an intercessor, but himself, where he was incarnated, and saved all of mankind. That's the call: glory to your power, where.
Ou҆́glmi honestly kindled the spirit, the passions, we have got the thing, O all-blessed woman, we burned it: the world is the ignition of your virtues Oh, sprїdѡne, enlightened є҆сѝ.
Having killed your carnal movements, God-inspired, the dead have been restored to life-giving by your invitation. I also pray: I will die for you, let me live.
The obedient voice of the dead to you, yes, and the real aspirations of yours, keeping your commands: ꙗ҆вслѧ є҆SI “Oh, my God, my goodness, my goodness, please accept.”
Bgorodichen:
The first of your sacraments was proclaimed inconceivably: She gave birth to the same, why, misunderstood, incarnated for the mercy of misfortunes eatable.
Song є҃.
Irmos:
Enlightenment in the darkness of those who lie, the saved ones, my god, to you, the ruler of the world, enlighten us with yours Me: I don’t know God, except for you.
The river with the gifts in you will give you everything, God bless you, your heart, everything will give you rich health: everything will be restored to glory May you be glorified and honored with all your accomplishments.
This king of the earth, blessed one, will know the sincere servant, and the gifted and fulfilled one, will always come I announce to you to him, the great doctor to God.
Avraamov, strange-loving disposition, you are like everyone, all your houses, the entrances are completely different, and all the houses were like you, and industry with those in the world, blessed rest.
Bgorodichen:
New to us gave birth to this young man, before the ages, to Trokovitsa, born to us without beginning. It is better to pray for the blessing of yours, to be generous, first and foremost, those who proclaim with pure purity.
Song of ѕ҃.
Irmos:
In the abyss of sin, I call upon the abyss, inexhaustibly, with your mercy: I will raise you up.
Gold is in your name, more than the gold of the dispassionately present, and the rich, blessed one, bestowed by the all-golden dha.
Pure the word of yours, the multitude of blessings that follow you, the angelic forces, the invisible voices, the holy she.
Glorious, to everyone, your life is glorious, indeed. Also, in your memory, we are happy to sing these things.
Bgorodichen:
As your womb expands, it is unsearchable, it contains nothing, it contains nothing anywhere, everything is two things.
Kontakion, voice v҃.
With all your sacred love, before the dawn of life, with a detailed vision of your children It was, bgoprїѧ́tne, the altar of the bzhⷭ҇tvenny former, asking for all the bzhⷭ҇tvennagѡ sїѧ́nїѧ.
Ikos:
And from the womb of the holy hierarch, where we praise the present day, the blessings of the tablets received the glory of God, and in the ꙋ of the most glorious of all creation, and ꙗ҆́кѡ warmth and ҆ self-witness BZhⷭ҇tvennagѡ ѡ҆сїѧ́нїѧ, ꙗ҆́кѡ beggar representatives, and ҆ sinning children ́dtsa: toy bozhestvenna prⷭ҇tolꙋ hrⷭ҇tóvꙋ the victim was, prosѧ̀ all the divine sїѧ́nїѧ .
Song z҃.
Irmos:
The godly decree of the lawless monk has ascended high flame: khrⷭ҇that is the same space for the godly ѻ҆trokѡ́m ros ꙋ dx God, blessed and glorified.
My innocence, two meekness, my most sacred dignity, my home, my most sacred: s I am blessed and glorified.
Ѡ҆рoshеїѧ on your head during the harvest nb҃sa and цskа́pasha, bϙ́dꙋknow your: bg҃ъ bo, ꙗ҆́kozhe speech, bzhⷭ҇tvennꙋyu memory ̀, prp God, glorify the faithful through your intercession.
In the cathedral he glorifies God, and from this day your words are preserved, dear: I brought him all the time, the most wordless It's not laziness.
Bgorodichen:
The cluster has grown with the ineffable word, the vine, the two, the uncultivated, the oozing wine, everything cheerful, everything holy present earthly things, and all the things of the fierce ones.
Song and.
Irmos:
The furnace is sometimes fiery in the Babylonian day of dividing according to the divine command, the Chaldeans are burning, the faith is improving, I sing Yesh: bless, everything is going where, where.
The furnace of passions extinguished it with rain and exhausted it for weeks, well I love you, those who always come to you are faithful, blessed be your riches.
Merciless, true, meek and merciful, and unforgiving, he was loving, a stranger, the hierarch of the most holy, the most kind. ᲂу҆krashen, prpⷣbne, orthodox. Moreover, we honor it with faith.
An ancient voice to you, you are alive, dead, question you, yes, yes. It’s so bad! The most glorious sacrament! Thank you, we are halfway through, let’s live our lives in the most honorable way!
Bgorodichen:
The passions of my heart are healed by your mercy, everything is sung, my peace, and my enlightenment: and it will be a blessing for me to walk on the path of salvation, let me sing in my dreams, everyone sings.
Song ѳ҃.
Irmos:
Beginning is the parent of the dream, bg҃y and gdⷭ҇, incarnating two, we ꙗ҆вссѧ, ѡ҆mrachє́нnaѧ enlighten, gather wasteful. Thus we magnify everyone.
Beginning with the parents from the very beginning, they preached, they were erected Having stopped, and blocked the lawless ones, I am sure that I am the protector of the all-blessed woman.
Many-bright sun, your most beautiful, your glory, and our cosmos, your luminous memory of joy today those who perform, the light of the evening with your prayers.
Bzhⷭ҇твєнѧ villages, the city of nbⷭ҇ny, celebrating the red face, ѡ҆svѧshchennoy dor yours, and ҆ virtues ᲂу҆krashennenny , all-blessed, with a voice of joy.
Bgorodichen:
The great sacrament is more than yours, it surprises and delights, delights the holy cathedral, the sacred ones rejoice They are singing, they are singing, they are hoping for our children.
Luminous.
I will translate those wordless flocks into words dh҃, bg҃onose, ꙗ҆́kozhe mѡѷséa i҆ dv҃da, and ҆́хже ᲂу҆по́лсѧ є҆сѝ ру́вꙋ, сп The world, the world of the universe.
Bgorodichen:
With the blessings given to the world you were guilty, but now you have mercy on us for the common salvation and blessing of God a.
