Like a bright lamp/ you appeared in the Russian land,/ like our Father Tikhon,/ you dwelt in the desert,/ where you passed on a cruel life,/ like you lived bodiless:/ For this reason, God has given you the gift of enriching you through miracles./ Thus we too, flowing to your relics, tenderly say:/ Reverend Father,/ pray to Christ God,// that our souls may be saved.
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