Having left your old fatherland of Rome, you came to the Russian country, O Reverend, and settled in the desert of the thieves, there you found a quiet refuge for salvation, and you lived a silent life pleasing to God, directing yourself to the Lord with unceasing prayers: for this sake Christ loved you and glorify miracles, Father Macarius, having revealed you to be the shepherd of the goodness of His verbal flock. Likewise, we, flowing to the race of your relics, tenderly say: pray to the One who glorified you, that our souls may be saved.