From your youth, O blessed God, having loved Christ, you left your Fatherland, and having turned away from all worldly revolts, you reached the quiet refuge of the most venerable monastery of the Mother of God: from there you saw the impassable desert, shown by the cross-shaped dawn, you preferably found it, and in it Having moved in, you gathered the monastics, and with your teachings, like a ladder ascending to heaven, you laboriously tried to lead them to God. Pray to him, God-wise Martyrie, to grant our most pious emperor Nikolai Alexandrovich victory over his enemies and great mercy on our souls.