Kon­takion 1

O King of ages, Who, by the power of Thy salvific prov­i­dence, hold­eth in Thy right hand all the ways of man’s life: I thank Thee for all Thy vis­i­ble and se­cret goods, for earthly life and for the heav­enly joy of Thy fu­ture King­dom. Pour forth richly Thy grace, in the fu­ture as well, on us who sing to Thee:

Glory to Thee, O God, in ages!

Ikos 1

I was born on earth as a fee­ble and help­less child, but Thy angel, spread­ing his shiny wings, has shel­tered my cra­dle. From that mo­ment Thy love shines in all my ways and mirac­u­lously guides me into the light of eter­nity. For that my soul lauds Thee and hails Thee with all who know Thee:

Glory to Thee Who hast called me into life. Glory to Thee Who art re­veal­ing to us the beauty of the uni­verse. Glory to Thee Who art open­ing to us heaven and earth as an eter­nal book of wis­dom. Glory to Thy eter­nity in the pass­ing world. Glory to Thee for Thy covert and overt mer­cies. Glory to Thee for every sigh of my heart. Glory to Thee for every step of life, every mo­ment of joy.

Glory to Thee, O God, in ages!

Kon­takion 2

O Lord, how good it is for us to be Thy guests! How fine it is for us in Thy world. The fields are fra­grant, the moun­tains rise high up into the sky, and the golden rays of sun and the light clouds are re­flected in the water. All na­ture mys­te­ri­ously speaks about Thee, all is filled with Thy mercy and all car­ries the seal of Thy love. Blessed be the earth which, with her short-last­ing beauty, awak­ens the yearn­ing for the eter­nal home­land in Thy king­dom, where in ever­last­ing beauty re­sounds the song: Alleluia!

Ikos 2

Thou brought­est me into this life as if into a won­der­ful gar­den. I see the sky deep and blue, the birds as they chirp in flight; I lis­ten to the sooth­ing rus­tle of trees and the sonorous sound of wa­ters; my mouth is en­joy­ing fra­grant and suc­cu­lent fruits. How won­der­ful it is in Thy world and how joy­ous it is to be Thy guest!

Glory to Thee for the feast of life! Glory to Thee for the scents of lilies of the val­ley and roses. Glory to Thee for the abun­dance and mul­ti­plic­ity of earthly fruits. Glory to Thee for the glis­ten­ing of morn­ing dew. Glory to Thee for the joy­ous smile of dawn with which Thou dost waken me. Glory to Thee for eter­nal life and the king­dom of heaven.

Glory to Thee, O God, in ages!

Kon­takion 3

By the power of the Holy Spirit every flower breathes. Thy breath I feel in the quiet move­ment of the fra­grant fields. Ob­serv­ing the har­mony of col­ors I ad­mire Thee. Wher­ever I look, I see all around me the beauty of the Great One in the lit­tle.Glory and thanks to the life-cre­at­ing God Who cov­ers the earth with flow­ery mead­ows, crowns the fields with golden ears of grain and em­bell­ishes them with blue corn­flow­ers, and my soul with the joy of con­tem­pla­tion. Be glad and sing to Him: Alleluia!

Ikos 3

How won­der­ful Thou art in the beauty of spring when all earth is being re­ju­ve­nated and thou­sands of sounds sing about Thee: Thou art the spring of life, Thou art the con­queror of death! In the pale moon­light with the song of the nightin­gale, the val­leys and forests rest under a snowy white veil. The whole earth, Thy bride, is await­ing Thee, the Eter­nal Bride­groom. When Thou so clothest the grass of the field, how art Thou to adorn Thy cho­sen ones when they res­ur­rect in the fu­ture age! How will then our bod­ies shine forth and our souls glit­ter!

Glory to Thee Who from the dark depths of the earth bringeth forth so many col­ors and scents. Glory to Thee for the beauty of na­ture. Glory to Thee Who hast sur­rounded us with thou­sands of Thy crea­tures. Glory to Thee for the depth of thy wis­dom whose seal is borne by all cre­ation. Glory to Thee for the ten­der feel­ing with which I kiss the trace of Thine in­vis­i­ble foot. Glory to Thee Who hast from the be­gin­ning lit the glow­ing light of eter­nal life. Glory to Thee for the hope in per­fect and eter­nal beauty.

Glory to Thee, O God, in ages!

Kon­takion 4

How Thou de­light­est the hearts of those who med­i­tate upon Thee, O God! Thou feedest their souls with Thy Holy Word. Talk­ing with Thee is bet­ter than oil and sweeter than honey. Prayer to God re­freshes and in­vig­o­rates; it fills my heart with joy. How ma­jes­tic then ap­pears this world and all life. Where Thou art not - all is empty. Where Thou art - there is the rich­ness of the soul.​There, as liv­ing water, is the ever­last­ing song: Alleluia!

Ikos 4

When night falls upon the earth, the still­ness of sleep reigns and sounds of the past day be­come silent; I see the splen­dor of Thy heav­enly man­sions. Flame and pur­ple, gold and azure presage the in­de­scrib­able beauty of Thy home and solemnly call forth: Let us go to the Fa­ther!

Glory to Thee in the quiet hours of the evening. Glory to Thee for pour­ing forth deep peace on earth. Glory to Thee for the rays of the set­ting sun. Glory to Thee for the rest of a grace­ful sleep. Glory to Thee for con­so­la­tion in the dark­ness when the whole worl­dap­pears far from me. Glory to Thee for the warm prayer of my tor­tured soul. Glory to Thee for the promise that we shall awake in the joy of Thy ever­last­ing day.

Glory to Thee, O God, in ages!

Kon­takion 5

The tem­pest of life does not frighten one in whose heart shines the light of Thy di­vine Fire. Around me are whirling storms and roar­ing winds; ter­ror and dark­ness sur­round me; but in my soul is peace and light. Christ is in her. And my heart sings: Alleluia!

Ikos 5

I look into Thy sky filled with stars. O how rich Thou art! How much light there is in Thee! Through the light of the dis­tant stars Thou look­est at me from eter­nity. I am tiny and des­ti­tute, but the Lord is with me. His hand is al­ways near me and He leads me with love in all my ways.

Glory to Thee Who con­tin­u­ally watch­eth over us. Glory to Thee Who con­sid­ereth mine every meet­ing with peo­ple. Glory to Thee for the love of rel­a­tives and the fi­delity of friends. Glory to Thee for the meek­ness of the do­mes­tic an­i­mals who serve me. Glory to Thee for the bright mo­ments of life. Glory to Thee for the hap­pi­ness of liv­ing, see­ing and feel­ing.

Glory to Thee, O God, in ages!

Kon­takion 6

How great Thou art in the whirl­wind and the storm! How ma­jes­tic is Thy hand in the swift­ness of the light­ning! The voice of the Lord rises above the fields. It rus­tles through the woods, it roars in the thun­der. The voice of the Lord re­sounds over the wa­ters. Thy might is pro­claimed by the fire of the vol­cano. Thou quak­est the earth and liftest the waves of the sea into the sky. Glory to Thee to whom we re­pen­tantly cry: Alleluia!

Ikos 6

When swift light­ning il­lu­mines the night, how piti­ful and mis­er­able our earthly can­dles seem. So also, de­ceit­ful earthly joys be­come col­or­less and dark when Thy light shines forth in the soul. Where­fore my soul strug­gles to­ward Thee and my heart yearns for Thee.

Glory to Thee Who hast planted into man’s heart an un­quench­able thirst for God. Glory to Thee be­cause noth­ing earthly can com­pletely sat­isfy us. Glory to Thee Who clothest us in light. Glory to Thee, the con­queror of the spir­its of evil and dark­ness. Glory to Thee for Thy rev­e­la­tion, for the blessed­ness of feel­ing Thee and liv­ing Thee.

Glory to Thee, O God, in ages!

Kon­takion 7

In the har­mony of sounds I hear Thy call. In the lofty beauty of music, in the mag­nif­i­cence of artis­tic works Thou art al­low­ing us to fore­see Par­adise. What­ever is truly beau­ti­ful soars to­ward Thee and teaches the soul to sing to Thee a vic­to­ri­ous song: Alleluia!

Ikos 7

By Thy Holy Spirit Thou in­spirest the thought of the artist, the poet and the sci­en­tist. By the power of Thy wis­dom they prophet­i­cally enter into the mys­ter­ies of Thy laws and re­veal the depth of Thy wis­dom. Even their works in­vol­un­tar­ily speak about Thee. O how won­der­ful Thou art in Thy works! O how great Thou art in man!

Glory to Thee Who show­est us Thy might through the laws of the cos­mos. Glory to Thou Who fillest every­thing. Glory to Thee Who re­vealest to us ac­cord­ing to Thy mercy. Glory to Thee Who hidest from us ac­cord­ing to Thy wis­dom. Glory to Thee for the depth of the human mind. Glory to Thee for the cre­ative abil­ity in man. Glory to Thee for the out­pour­ing of Thy grace.

Glory to Thee, O God, in ages!

Kon­takion 8

How close to us Thou art in our days of ill­ness. Thou vis­itest the pa­tient, Thou de­scen­d­est to the bed of the suf­ferer and his heart com­muneth with Thee. Thou kindlest the soul with peace at the time of sor­row and suf­fer­ing. Thou send­est un­ex­pected help. Thou art the com­forter. Thou art all-know­ing love. To Thee I sing: Alleluia!

Ikos 8

When I as a child for the first time ap­pealed to Thee, Thou ful­filled my prayer and light­ened my soul with great peace. I un­der­stood then that Thou art good and that they are blessed who seek refuge in Thee. There­fore I do not cease to pray to Thee and to call upon Thee.

Glory to Thee Who ful­fillest and to good pur­pose com­pletes my wishes. Glory to Thee Who watch­est over me day and night. Glory to Thee for the time that is pass­ing and tak­ing away our sor­rows and sad­ness. Glory to Thee in whom noth­ing is lost, for Thou grantest to all life eter­nal. Glory to Thee Who promised us de­sired meet­ings with our de­ceased ones.

Glory to Thee, O God, in ages!

Kon­takion 9

Why is all na­ture so mys­te­ri­ously smil­ing in the days of the feasts? Why then is our soul so light and joy­ous? Why does the air in the tem­ple seem so bright? It is all be­cause of the flow of Thy grace, be­cause of the re­flec­tion of the light of Tabor. Heaven and earth are then singing to­gether a laud­able song: Alleluia!

Ikos 9

When Thou in­spirest me to serve my neigh­bors and en­light­en­est my soul with hum­ble­ness, then the rays of Thy light fall on my heart and it be­gins to ra­di­ate and shine. As the sun in the wa­ters, so in those mo­ments in my soul is re­flected Thy in­fi­nite meek­ness, full of love and the un­speak­able peace of Thy ra­di­ant coun­te­nance.

Glory to Thee Who through good deeds trans­formeth our lives. Glory to Thee Who hast sealed with un­speak­able sweet­ness every com­mand­ment of Thine. Glory to Thee Who art in­vis­i­bly pre­sent in the works of mercy. Glory to Thee Who send­est upon us trou­bles and sor­rows in order to teach us to com­mis­er­ate in the suf­fer­ing of oth­ers. Glory to Thee for the love which Thou hast raised above every­thing on earth and in heaven.

Glory to Thee, O God, in ages!

Kon­takion 10

What­ever is de­stroyed can­not be re­stored. But Thou re­vivest those whose con­science is dead and re­turnest pris­tine beauty to the souls who lost it. Through Thy mer­ci­ful­ness all is pos­si­ble. Thou art Love, Thou art the Cre­ator and Re­storer. Thee I praise with song: Alleluia!

Ikos 10

O my God, Thou who know­est that the angel of pride, the Morn­ing Star, hast fallen from Thee, do not let me doubt nor de­part from Thee. Sharpen my hear­ing so that I will al­ways lis­ten to Thy mys­te­ri­ous voice and call upon Thee, Who art every­where pre­sent.

Glory to Thee Who all-wisely gov­ernest my life. Glory to Thee for in­spired pre­mo­ni­tion. Glory to Thee for warn­ings in a mys­te­ri­ous voice. Glory to Thee for rev­e­la­tions in dreams and in re­al­ity. Glory to Thee for thwart­ing my use­less in­ten­tions. Glory to Thee be­cause through suf­fer­ings Thou lib­er­at­est me from pas­sions. Glory to Thee be­cause Thou hum­blest my heart and savest me from pride.

Glory to Thee, O God, in ages!

Kon­takion 11

Through all the passed chain of ages I feel the warmth of Thy Holy Spirit and the surg­ing of Di­vine Life. Thou art near, Time is nonex­is­tent. I see Thy Cross - it is for my sake. My spirit is hum­bled into dust be­fore Thy love, lim­it­less and in­com­pre­hen­si­ble. Where­fore, be­neath Thy Cross I will unto ages glo­rify Thee, my Sav­ior, with song: Alleluia!

Ikos 11

Blessed art those who sup with Thee in Thy king­dom. How­ever, blessed art those whom Thou hast al­ready here on earth ac­cepted as par­tak­ers of Thy Mys­tic Sup­per. How many times, with Thy di­vine hand, Thou hast al­lowed me, a sin­ner, to re­ceive in Holy Com­mu­nion Thy Body and Blood. And I have re­ceived the Holy and felt Thy love, in­ef­fa­ble and won­der­ful.

Glory to Thee for the in­com­pre­hen­si­ble and life cre­at­ing power of grace. Glory to Thee Who hast founded Thy Church to be for us a quiet har­bor. Glory to Thee Who givest us re­birth through the life-giv­ing water of bap­tism. Glory to Thee Who for­givest a sin­ner who re­pents and re­stor­est in him the vice­less pu­rity of lilies. Glory to Thee for a per­pet­ual spring of for­give­ness. Glory to Thee for bread from heaven and the cup of life. Glory to Thee Who art guid­ing us into the king­dom of eter­nal joy.

Glory to Thee, O God, in ages!

Kon­takion 12

Many a time I saw the re­flec­tion of Thy glory on the faces of the de­ceased! With what un­earthly beauty and joy their faces shine! How trans­par­ent and im­ma­te­r­ial be­come their fea­tures! With their si­lence they sing of Thee. When the time of my death cometh, en­lighten, O God, my soul as well, to sing to Thee: Alleluia!

Ikos 12

What is my praise be­fore Thee! My ears did not hear the song of cheru­bims; it is heard only by the souls of the right­eous. I know only how na­ture lauds Thee. I saw in win­ter, how, light­ened by the moon­light and be­neath the cover of snow which sparkles with sil­very light, all the earth is qui­etly pray­ing to Thee. I saw how the crim­son rays of the ris­ing sun re­joice in Thee and how choirs of birds hum praises to Thee. I lis­ten how mys­te­ri­ously forests speak of Thee, how winds wing, and brooks mur­mur Thy name; how, with their fixed move­ments through lim­it­less space, the myr­i­ads of stars preach about Thee. What is my praise be­fore Thee, O Lord! Na­ture is obe­di­ent, and I never cease to sad­den Thee. While I live and see Thy love I want to glo­rify Thee, to pray to Thee and to call upon Thee:

Glory to Thee Who hast shown us the light. Glory to Thee Who hast loved us with deep, im­mea­sur­able, di­vine love. Glory to Thee Who pro­tects us with bright armies of an­gels and saints. Glory to Thee, all-holy Fa­ther, who art giv­ing us Thy king­dom. Glory to Thee, O Holy Spirit, the life-giv­ing sun of fu­ture ages. Glory to Thee for all, Holy Trin­ity, di­vine and all good.

Glory to Thee, O God, in ages!

Kon­takion 13

O all-good and life-giv­ing Trin­ity, re­ceive our grate­ful­ness for all thy goods and show us wor­thy of Thine eter­nal trea­sures, so that we may mul­ti­ply the tal­ent en­trusted to us, reach Thy king­dom and enter into the joy of our Lord, singing to Him vic­to­ri­ous song: Alleluia!

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