Having left Rome, your fatherland,/ you moved into the desert,/ and there, in a deserted place, you found a home for yourself,/ you fled the vanity of this world,/ and in a silent haven you guided goodness You are unto the Lord./ For this reason we, who honor you,/ flowingly pray to you, Father Macarius:/ pray to the Lord for us,// may he have mercy on us on the day of judgment.
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