Like a cedar, growing like David in the desert, and like a phoenix, blooming with fragrance,/ you were a zealot of your teacher, like Father Cornelius,/ for you followed his footsteps/ and, holy yoke to us, / you shone with a bright life, like the sun, / you showed many miracles to the world, Father Philip! / And now in Heaven you stand before the Throne of the Most Holy Trinity / and, Because you have great boldness, / lifting up your hands, / pray for our city to be preserved from the enemy and for our souls to be saved.
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