We are inflamed with divine love from our youth, / O Reverend Dionysius, / all that is red in the world, having hated, / Christ alone you loved / and for this sake into the inner desert Thou hast dwelt,/ living with the beasts, all of Christ./ Otonus and the All-Seeing Eye, having seen thy labors,/ gave the gift of miracles, and after repose made thee rich./ Moreover, we cry unto thee:/ pray unceasingly for all of us,/ your honorable memory is everlasting// in the songs of those who honor.
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