Leaving Rome, your fatherland, you moved into the desert, and there in an empty place you found a home for yourself, you ran away from the vanity of this world, and in a silent refuge you directed yourself to the Lord. For this reason, we who honor you, flowing to the race of your relics and kindly kissing thee, pray to you, Father Macarius: pray to the Lord for us, may he have mercy on us on the day of judgment.