Having fled, like David, the world,/ and all that was in it, like the knowledge, imputed,/ and, dwelling in a silent place,/ you, our Father Nile, were filled with spiritual joy,/ and, deigning to serve the only God,/ you flourished like a phoenix,/ and like a fruitful vine,/ you multiplied the children of the desert./ Thus we cry out with gratitude:/ glory To Him who strengthened you in the feat of living in the desert;/ glory to Him who chose you in Russia as a hermit and a charterer;// glory to your prayers and to Him who Saviors us.
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