You left ancient Rome, your fatherland, / on a stone, like on a light ship, / and on it, more than by nature, as if bodiless, you walked on the waters, / by the providence of the Divine We direct our minds, / You reached Great Novagrad / and, having created a monastery in it, / You offered your body in it, as a gift consecrated. / Therefore we pray to you, Father Anthony // pray to Christ May God save our souls.
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