Even on earth for Christ's sake, you turned into riotous will, / you hated the beauty of this world, / and, carnal games, withered by fasting and thirst, and laying on the earth, / from But you never shied away from the heat and cold, from rain and snow, / and from other airborne burdens, / but you purified your soul with virtues, like gold in a furnace, / Reverend Father God-bearing Michael,/ and now in Heaven you stand before the Trono de la Santísima Trinidad./ Mas teniendo mucha valentía, // rogad a Cristo Dios, para que nuestras almas sean salvas.
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