Even though on earth for Christ's sake you were transformed into violence by your will, / you hated the beauty of this world at all, / and, carnal games, withered by fasting and thirst, and laying on the earth, / from the heat and you never shied away from the cold, from rain and snow/ and from other airy burdens,/ but you purified your soul with virtues, like gold in a furnace,/ most blessed Father Theodore,/ and Now in Heaven you stand before the Throne of the Most Holy Trinity,/ but having much boldness, // pray to Christ God that our souls may be saved.
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