Now let the multitude of the fathers of Athos rejoice: behold, to the Virgin of the former song, even so wonderfully did Cosmas, the Divine hymnist, sing to Her, Gabriel now sings the predestination, like: Worthy there is, as truly, as the monk says, the blessedness of Thee, the Mother of God, ever-blessed and most blameless and the Mother of our God; This is your command, so that everyone begins your song. And, having inscribed this with his hand on a stone tablet, he suddenly became invisible. The monk, marveling, sang, as if he had learned, the Pure Mother of God, who all creation honors and glorifies.