Thanks be to God

The mystical and autobiographical work “Thanksgiving to God” is evidence of the personal communion with God of St. Simeon the New Theologian. The work is divided into two parts (“The First Thanksgiving” and “The Second Thanksgiving”), which form a complete story about the path of the soul to God and about the merciful action of Divine grace. The central part of the Thanksgiving is a detailed description of the mystical experience of seeing God. St. Simeon testifies to how God gradually revealed Himself to him. First in the form of uncreated light - unclear, but then increasingly bright, dispelling the darkness of the soul, cleansing the “clever eyes” and “ears of thinking.” Gradually the light takes on a certain “extraordinary” form of God, and then the face of Christ, like the sun. At the climax, God personally addresses St. Simeon, calling him His “brother, joint heir and friend,” which is evidence of deification. Out-of-body ascents to heaven and experiences that transcend human understanding and language are also described. The experience of communion with God leads to the realization that God resides within a purified heart. He warns St. Simeon about the need to maintain purity and love, so as not to lose the grace received, for falling from a height is much worse than never achieving it. Thanksgiving is the final part of the collection “Catechetical Words.” First Thanksgiving * Second Thanksgiving I thank and worship and fall before You, Lord of all and All-Holy King, That having had mercy on the unworthy me, And he honored and glorified, as He Himself desired from above, For even before the world came from You, Having glorified me with Your word and image, You honored me, - And not for the sake of anything else or for my sake, In Your image and likeness, You brought everything from the carrier, Having made me the king of all earthly creatures, For the glory of Your splendor and goodness. That he fulfilled every request and wish for my good, According to us, Your servants, promises, And what I hoped and desired - You granted and more, Unworthy of heaven and earth. You said, for: “Whatever you ask in My name, believing, “Receive” (John 14:14). I thank You that one of Your Saints, For I believed through him to find mercy from You, You yourself did not only do this, O Good One, And to Your sincere, blessed servant, I say, And Saint Simeon pointed out And he favored me to become their beloved, But also thousands of others that I did not hope for, Where, for where would the unfortunate me know, Why is our good Lord so abiding, So that desire would comprehend You? That You reveal Yourself to those coming to You, In a world still transitory, did they seek to see You? Where, where would I know that such joy and joy, Are those who receive Your light worthy of Your grace? Where or how the unfortunate man knew What do those who believe in You receive Your Holy Spirit? To believe, for I have completely revered You and have everything, What do you grant, I thought, to those who fear You, - Having nothing at all, as, subsequently, Where, where would I know, Lord, that You Being invisible and inconceivable, Do you see and fit within us? Where, where did I ever think, So that the Lord who created everything, To unite with the people whom You yourself created, And You make them God-bearing, And with Your sons you create, And would I require You to accept this? How did I know, Lord, that I have such a God? Such a Lord, such a Protector, You, who became poor for my sake and took the form of a servant? So, my Lord, Lover of Mankind, I knew nothing, nothing from all of this. If, for, in the divine scriptures, which Thy saints have set forth, I looked and read about it one day - As if (it was) about something else or to some others, I was insensitive to everything written, And I could never even get a clue about it. Listening, for, Your herald Paul, "The eye did not see, and the ear did not hear, And not everything went into the man’s heart, What God has prepared for those who love Him" (1 Cor. 2:9) - He considered it impossible for existing things in the flesh to exist in the understanding (of this). I thought that this was said only out of curiosity, And I didn’t think, pathetic one, that everyone who loves You Where and how could I find out That everyone who believes in You becomes Your joint, The grace of the deity shining forth - who believes in this? – Have you become a blessed joint of the blessed God?! Where, where would I know that You Immortal and imperishable bread, For your sake, you are insatiable for those who are hungry, And the source - of those who thirst - is immortal, In simple clothing, for Your sake? For, hearing the words spoken through Your heralds, In the coming century and after the resurrection I only understood (this) to be, And I didn’t think that this was happening anymore, And what is it that we have faced with this great necessity? I never thought about this, All-Holy King, I never wanted this, I didn’t ask to accept anything from You, But remembering my sins, I only sought forgiveness for those, Yes, the Lord desired to find an intercessor and an elder, as said above, And by his prayer and my enslavement to him, At least in the future to find, Abandonment of many of my sins. Since I met all those who spoke with one accord, “There is no such thing as a saint on earth now,” However, I never believed this, but I answered as such: “My Lord, have mercy! And so the devil The Lords of the Lord became stronger, Which will attract everyone to itself and create its fate, So that no one will be left behind in God’s part?” For this reason, I think, the Humane-loving King, In the darkness of life and in the midst of evil I dwell, Your holy light has shone, And in Yourself You pointed out the saint. And in the same way that He did to Your servant Paul, Whoever persecutes You, calling him through Your divine appearance. When he saw you and asked: “Who are you?”, you did not say: "I am the Creator of heaven and earth" “I am the One who brought everything into being from the One” You did not say: “I am Jehovah”, or “God of hosts”, Or anything else called from Your glory, “I am Jesus Naz the Aryan, whom you persecute” (Acts 22:8), - That You remain, God incarnate for us, So you did for me, Master, I was pleased to point out Your holy Simeon. For when the divine light illuminated everything and me, the unfortunate one, Turning the night into a bright day, At His height of His deity, As in heaven, it’s scary, You deigned to see Yourself, His Divine glory standing near him, Not some kind of crown, not a bright robe, Having adorned Yourself with an unchanged understanding, But to those who live with us and are always visibly on earth, This is how You showed Yourself to me in heaven. May you not be alone with us, And to another - there, revealed to me, No, misled I will turn away from the Good Shepherd, I am a lost sheep. But I, pathetic one, did not comprehend this miracle that happened. Being stolen little by little by laziness and pettiness, I fell into the former evil and bitterness. You, O King, are merciful and long-suffering, In no way turned away from me, But through his saint he brought me back, And I deigned to fall at his holy feet, With Your sovereign hand and high muscle I brought forth, From the false world and the world of things and pleasures, Removed me from everything carnal, and at the same time spiritual, (Oh miracle, oh love for us, And Thy compassion, O philanthropic God), And He appointed those who work for You in the rank. Not only my indescribable evils are forgiven, But all the blessings spoken through Thy holy prayers, He gave it to me, but He Himself became everything to me. When you bowed (address to Simeon's teacher), In that light of divine glory shining, Grasping His feet in repentance and faith, I immediately felt divine warmth, Then a small shining light, Then divine inspiration from His words, Then the fire from this heart, Through tears, an inexhaustible stream rises, Then a thin ray in my mind passed faster than lightning, And like a small and fiery cloud that is bright to me, I lay on my face and said a prayer. And in a short time I saw myself in heaven. Then, when I was thinking about what could be seen, Another something, above all this, most glorious, is coming. In a dream, when I was tempted by crafty demons, And I was mechanically drawn to the passion of decay, And I resisted fiercely, And I called on You, the Lord of light, for help, - I escaped the tempting hands unharmed. As if to my own initiative and courage, Rather, I marveled at my real estate to passion, Yes, “from somewhere unknown,” he thought, “there was victory, So that when I fall asleep, I would fight, And he was stronger than my opponents and enemies, And won a glorious victory against their power, for Christ’s sake?” Oh, miracle! Immediately, although I imagined being in heaven, I saw Him inside myself, - You, I say, My Creator and King Christ, And then I knew: Your victory will be, After all, You made me defeat the devil. But, however, I have not yet heeded, Vladyka, What was it you who created me from dirt, It was he who gave me all the good. I haven’t yet realized that you yourself were there, Unproud is my God and Lord. For I have not yet been privileged to hear Your voice, It has not yet happened that You said to me secretly: “I am.” Unworthy, for I also turned out to be unclean, The ears of the soul are still blocked by sin, having dirt, And my eyes are held by disbelief and inattention, And to passions with sensitivity and darkness. And yet I saw You like God. Without knowing, or believing in advance that God, - Because how can one look, see with what?! – I did not understand that God or God's glory exists, Now showing itself to me this way, now showing itself differently, But unusually He struck me with a miracle, Filled my whole soul and heart with joy, It seems to me that the body received an indescribable joy. Who it was, showing clearly, I didn’t know then, Until I began to see the light more often, Then inside, when my soul tasted silence and peace, Then outside, somewhere far away, he appeared, Or he was completely hidden, And, hiding, he created unbearable grief for me, When I thought that he would never show himself again. But when I cried and cried again, And he showed every kind of wandering and obedience, He appeared like the sun, cutting through the density of the clouds, And, little by little, specious and spherical, showing itself. That's it, ineffable You, Invisible, intangible, immovable, Everywhere, always and in everything, fulfill everything, Day and night and, I say, hourly, Showing and hiding, going and coming, Being unseen and suddenly appearing, Little by little you drove out the darkness from me, The cloud has been removed, the whiteness has thinned, I cleared the pus from my smart eyes, He unblocked and opened the ears of thinking, Insensibility took away the blanket, With this, all passions and all carnal pleasure were lulled, And he completely drove me away. So, having done this to me, - You have cleared the sky from every cloud, Heaven, I say, is a purified soul, It’s invisible in it, I don’t know how or where it comes from, Those who are everywhere suddenly appear, And, like Another Sun, it appears. Behold, indescribable condescension! Such are God's miracles for us, brothers! When we ascend to the most perfect, No longer, as before, out-of-shape or formless, Extraordinary or formless He comes, And the coming and leaving of His light, In silence he does this to us. But how? - There is no one in the image, but God. God is not in appearance or imprint, But in the incomprehensible and impossible and unimaginable, Having formed in the light, it simply appears - Nothing, because we cannot say or express more, Until He clearly appears and is recognized, The Invisible One is always clearly and clearly visible, Invisibly speaks and listens, And how a certain Friend talks with each other face to face, - The nature of God with the deities born from Him by grace, And as the Father loves, we love our sons very warmly, And they have a strange vision, And with the most menacing hearing, - No matter what they say, they themselves are worthy of being able to do it, Neither be covered in silence while listening. Always kindled with His love, And those who hear Him mysteriously, Then they write about alien passions, mourning, Then they expose their sins, That is about the benefits and actions of grace that happen to them, Telling with thanksgiving, They wisely praise the God-beneficent One who changed them. Then, if something is disgusting and stubborn, It speaks of our spiritual salvation, - They listen, and correct according to the amount of attention given to them, Thus they write, citing evidence from the divine Scriptures, Or they can’t get saturation with the narrative. Because they no longer speak from themselves (they broadcast), But from the existing Spirit in them, He moves them, What do you hear in the divine Scriptures: Speaking about the kingdom of heaven, About pearls, about mustard seed, leaven, water, fire, Bread, the drink of life, the living fountain, and so on, Rivers flowing of spiritual words, words of divine life, - Lamp, bed, chamber, Wedding Feast, Bridegroom, Friend, Brother and Father, Why, when I talk a lot, I’m tempted to tell you everything, - This is innumerable, “what the eye has not seen, And the ear did not hear, and everything did not come into the heart of man"; How will the tongue, having measured the word, tell it? If, for, everything is inside us, Thanks to the driver of this God, Neither can I measure it with my mind, nor can I explain it in words, Thank you, Lord, Lord of heaven and earth, From the bearer into being to become the predetermined for me. I thank You that before reaching the day and hour, Where You commanded me to be brought, Himself is the only immortal, the only omnipotent, The only good and humane one, Having descended from Your holy height, without leaving the bosom of the Father, Incarnated and born of the Holy Virgin Mary, Prefigured and pre-animated, And he freed me from my forefathers’ fall, And he prepared his ascent into heaven. Then, bringing me and gradually growing, You yourself renewed the saints with your baptism, And he appointed an angel of light as my guardian, And from evil deeds, and from the snares of the enemy, He preserved me invulnerably until adulthood. But the self-determining disposition of being saved was destined He allowed me to be respected by autocracy, And love for You from keeping Your commandments, Self-determining, showing. I am an ignorant and a contemptuous Like a horse unhooked from the bridle, Thus, understanding the dignity of autocracy, From the steepness of myself Your dominion, kicking back, tore it off. But there from me, lying and insensible, And even more contrite, You did not turn away, Didn't leave it lying there and getting dirty with dirt, But, for the sake of Your merciful heart, He escorted me from there too, He elevated and honored even more brightly, From those who want to take advantage of me, To serve your desires, With Thy ineffable judgments I have redeemed. Gifts of gold and silver, although he is a silver lover, Worldly glory and celebrity, Offered to me for bargaining for Your holiness, How abominable you have given me to understand them. But I confess everything to You, O Lord God of heaven and earth: Putting this into nothing further, Into the pit and mud of the pool of shameful concepts and deeds, I, wretched one, overthrew myself and, having gone there, It’s not just me from them, But the whole world, collected together, I couldn’t take them out or take them out of my hands. However, there holding on to me, Deplorable and pitiful for those dragged and suffocated, You are merciful and humane-loving Lord, Didn't turn away from my ignorant disposition, Left nothing more for the robbers, But even if I, being insensitive to them, rejoiced, You saw me ugly, led and dragged, You couldn’t stand it, Lord, But he had mercy, but he had mercy, And he sent neither an angel nor a man to me, pathetic one, But You Yourself, moving by the goodness of Your heart, Bowing to that deepest ditch, In the depths below, somewhere mixed with mud and sitting, I extended Your most pure hand. (Where, for, was it or how could one who was not able to see at all, Covered in mud and suffocating?) You grabbed my head by the hair, And from there, by force, he pulled me out. At this time, I felt a general movement of illness and upward, I didn’t know at all who I was erected by, Or who was the Holder and Elevator of me. But You, having raised me up and placed me on the ground, I gave it to your servant and disciple, - All that is bad about me, And the one who covered his eyes, ears and lips with dirt, And therefore, neither seeing You, Who it is, If not just someone who knew that someone once Good and philanthropic as You are, He brought me out of the deepest ditch and the dirt. Having said to me: “Stay behind this man too, This one, for, having brought you out, will wash you away,” Having given me firm faith in this, You left. Where You were when You appeared, I don’t know. So, after what You showed me, All-Holy Master, According to Your command, I followed without looking back, And when he goes to the springs and springs, With difficulty many brought me, a blind being, And behind the one who is drawn behind him from You, given to me by the hand of faith, He, seeing, raised his feet well, Everything passed through stones and pits and temptations, transported I had to face them and fall into them, And I suffered many illnesses, and many malice and sorrows. And he washed and bathed himself hourly in every spring and spring, I, without seeing, passed by them more often. And if he did not hold me with his hand and bring me to the source, And my hands did not guide my mind, Neither where nor when would I have been able to find a spring of water. When he showed me and many times allowed me to wash, With clean water I also grabbed dirt from a source somewhere, And he lifted the dregs in his palms, and stained his face, Yes, and many times searching for water to find water by touch, Here, pushing earth and mud, muddied the waters, And not seeing at all, smearing my face with mud, It was as if I thought I could wash myself clean with water. Because of this, how can I carry on with further prodding and violence? But also about those who repeatedly conjure and suggest, And constantly saying to me: “Why are you sick with vanity, creating in madness, And you follow this scolder and flatterer, To see the vanity and uselessness of me? What, with your legs knocked down and bleeding, are you following? Why don’t you rather go to the merciful, the comforting, To comfort and nourish and serve you well? For it is impossible for you to be delivered from mental leprosy, Nor, now, will I ever receive my sight. Where did this scolder come from, a modern miracle worker, Promising you the impossible that exists for all people of the present generation? Woe to you, that the service given to you is from those who love goodness, You will destroy both brotherly and compassionate people, Since you are betting on vain hopes, you will be patient, And from what was promised to you by this deceiver and flatterer, And without us, don’t you rely on yourself, aren’t you wise? What then? Don't we all see? Or are they blind, as if he himself was deceived, he tells you, Verily, we see everything, and there is nothing else, More than this – I’m not lying – an epiphany.” But when all this happened to me, You, merciful and merciful, From real deceivers and flatterers, By corrupting the muddy neighbor who gets drunk, Delivered me for the sake of the faith and hope given to me by You, For the sake of which, both in the spoken and in the most abundant, And when I suffered all this and did not evade, Somehow embarrassed and gropingly I constantly washed my face, As Your apostle and disciple taught me, One day, when I was walking and heading towards the well, The one who recently pulled me out of the mud met me on the way. And then, first, Your face with the most pure radiance, He licked my weak eyes, And what I thought I had, that light destroyed, When what kind of face shines - to see and recognize, To see and hear You Yourself, Who was it then? When I stood up more often and at the very source (of the Holy Chalice), Unproud, You did not consider yourself unworthy to condescend, But, coming and holding, at first, my head, And made my vision of Your face clearer. And immediately You soared, not letting me understand, Who You were is the Creator, And where he came from and where he went, So, coming for a time and leaving, Little by little you appeared more and more He gave me the purest vision and the greatest light. So doing this, hesitating, You have deigned me to see a terrible and mysterious thing. When, for, he came and it seemed I was washed and doused with waters, And I immersed myself in them many times, The lightning that shines upon me, and the rays of Your face, are mixed, I saw the waters and was amazed, - Seeing yourself washed away by the light-like waters. And where, where were you from, or who was this driver, I didn’t know, The only thing he rejoiced in, while washing himself, was growing in faith, Opened with hope and ascending to the sky. The flatterers of those words of deception and lies, instilled in me, Hating cruelly and regretting that flattery, I didn’t agree with them at all in interviews and conversations, And I avoided looking at them in a harmful way. My accomplice and assistant, Thy Holy One, I say, disciple and apostle, As You, Who Created me, I honored and appreciated, Loved with all my heart, falling at his feet night and day, - “If you can, help me,” begging him, That as much as he wants, he can have it with you. Thus having remained for a sufficient time by Thy grace, Once again I saw a terrible secret. Taking me to heaven, raising me, You brought me, Whether in the body, I don’t know, or outside the body - You alone know, you are the one who created it, For for a while You left me there with You. And glory - what kind of glory I don’t know, And no greatness has been done, And frightened by the immeasurable height, I trembled all over. Then You left me alone on earth, Where I stood before, And I was found weeping and fearful of my damnation. Then when I was downstairs, a little later, Up in the heavens, opened by him, Your face is like the sun, unimaginable, You condescended to show me. And who it was then, you didn’t let me know, (What, without talking to me?), But he disappeared immediately, and I wandered, looking for You, And to see your image and find out exactly who it was, Therefore, from the many compulsions and fire of Your love, Not knowing You Yourself, Who it is, - Of those who brought me to be, And it became everything spoken for me. So, again, many times You showed yourself, And many times, again, without talking, he hid, Seeing the lightning and radiance of Your face, as before, in the waters, Again and again many times surrounded me, To hold them completely while being helpless, I remembered how then, at the top, I saw You, And it makes no sense to be different, considering Again I sought, with tears, to see You. So, when there is much sadness and sorrow, And I squeezed myself out, And I forgot myself, and everything in the world, and what was in the world, And neither a shadow nor anything at all, Or that when there is something visible - I meant, Himself, invisible to everyone, intangible and impregnable, You revealed and showed me my mind, Purifying and expanding the soul's visual ability, And allowing me to see Your glory more and more, Because You Yourself grow more and more, Shining more, you spread. Yourself coming and approaching, How many times and in feelings we experience, When the moon appears and the clouds flee, The moon is visible and imagining to run faster, Naturally, I don’t run diligently at all, And from the beginning, without changing the procession, - So, Lord, you imagined you would come, Immovable and Unchanging - to increase, And take on the image – Unimaginable. For, like a blind man who gradually gains his sight, And the appearance of a man who understands, And who he is gradually considering, It is not the appearance in relation to sight that is altered or transformed, But the more visual ability of his eyes is being cleared, He sees the form as it is, And then all the likeness is imprinted by his visual ability, And, for her sake, it penetrates and is imprinted, Marked as intelligent and mindful of souls, The clear light of the Holy Spirit cleansed my mind completely. And when he began to see more clearly and purer, It seemed that you yourself began to come out to me from somewhere, And the appearance of the unimaginable image allowed me to see, And then he created the world outside of me, (I suppose I should say bodies, For He did not let us know for sure). And, it seemed, it was completely revealed to me who saw clearly. And, “Oh, Lord,” telling me, “Who was then?” Then You honored me with a voice, before I was prodigal, And so kindly prophesied to me, Amazed and horrified and trembling, And in myself somehow thinking and saying: “Is it possible that someday, Glory itself, And does Serene Highness herself have a desire for greatness? How or where did I receive such benefits?” “I,” He says, “am God, who became man for your sake. And because you sought Me with all your heart, From now on you remain my brother, And my fellow heir and my friend.” At the same time, I was confused and poured out my soul, And the fortress was squandered, “and who am I” - was brought to the answer: “Or what, wretched one, did I do, Lord, and the accursed one, Yes, you will make me worthy of such blessings, And will you create such glory as a partaker and joint heir?” When I realized this, beyond my mind, Glory and joy, Lord, Once again you, turning to each other, Through Your Spirit speaking within me, He said to me: “This is for the sake of the sole will and disposition, I gave it to you, and I will give it to you again. What, for, do you have, and did you ever have yours, Taking this, for that - would I want to give this to you? If you were not bound by flesh, I wouldn't see perfection Even if you taste it all, you will be strengthened well.” I said: “And what is this - more or lighter? For now, being essentially after death is enough for me.” “How cowardly you would be,” You said, This, for, is compared with the future, reading in the charter of heaven, How much, for, this lags behind the true sky, So much more complete is the incomparably coming glory, What is now visible to you will be revealed.” Having said this, you fell silent and, little by little, Sweet and kind Lord, Whether I moved away from You or You moved away from me, I don’t know, Until I became completely myself again, - Having imagined coming from somewhere, I entered the former “village”. Therefore, remembering the beauty of Your glory and Your words, Walking, sitting, while eating, drinking and praying, I cried and confessed in unspeakable joy, Having recognized You, the Creator of everything. How could I not be happy? And wanting to see You again so badly, I approached the most pure image of You who gave birth to kiss, And you fell to Her, before you stood up for me, Inside my damned heart, having made it like light, And then I learned that I clearly have You within me. So, from now on, remembering You and what is around You, I have loved You from such memory, And within You, in the hypostasis of revealed Love, Indeed, I have believed. For, you are true Love, God. So, hope planted by faith, And filled with repentance and tears, Then illuminated by Your light, She took root and grew well. Then You Yourself, good Artist and Creator, Coming through the sword of temptation, I say, namely, humility, Excesses raised to great heights, shaking thoughts One hope, like a single root of a plant, You instilled Your holy love. So, seeing it increase daily, And always turning to me, More than through You, teaching and illuminating me, As already being above all faith and hope, So, rejoicing, I settle down, Just as Paul cries out, saying: “If someone sees, then what should he hope for?” (Rom.8:24) So, if I have You, what more can I hope for? “Listen to something,” You said again, Lord. “Just as you see the sun in the waters, He was by no means then swaying below, Likewise, understand what happens in you through Me, And always force within yourself to be pure and clear, Like the sun in clear waters, see Me. And if you see Me like I told you, It means to become worthy (of this) even after death. The whole circle of deeds and works, and these words of yours, It won't be of any use to you, For they will condemn more and more quickly, And great sorrow is sought for you, Because, as you hear, “The strong will be asked greatly.” For the poor are not born with shame because of poverty, It is not from her that sadness saddens such a person, - As rich and famous and exalted, And to earth the king of the universe, Then from all that has fallen away, And reduced to complete poverty. Although not as in existing earthly and visible things, So it is in spiritual and invisible things. For those who fell away from the friendship and work of the earthly king for some reason, While they live, they will be masters and eat, If anyone falls away from My love and friendship, He cannot live at all - life, for I Myself exist. But immediately he is stripped of everything, And he gives himself over to My enemies and his captives. For the sake of his former prudence and love, They attack him more furiously, taking revenge, mocking and mocking him. Yes, truly, All-Holy King, Indeed, I believe in You, my God, And, falling down, I beg You: Protect me, a sinner and unworthy of existence, Which you grafted onto the tree of my hope, Neither shaken by the winds nor crushed by the storm, Not uprooted by any enemy, Neither negligence caught in the heat, Not dried up by laziness and dreams, Don’t let your love of fame completely destroy you. You, for you know, are both the One who gave and the One who created in me, Because as a whole person I am helpless, That my companion and helper, Your apostle, As You yourself decided, You physically removed me from me. You comprehend the damnation and my powerlessness in everything. Therefore, for this sake, from now on have more mercy on me, Most merciful Lord. I fall to You from my heart, So that You do not leave me in my will, - Who has done such good things on me, But build my soul in Your love, And firmly root Your love in her, So that in the most pure and holy way, And Your false promise, You were in me, and I remained in You and, covered with it, And I covered it and kept it inside me, And you would see me, Lord, in it, And I would be worthy to see You, for her sake, - Now, as in the mirror, as You said, and in fortune telling, Then - in all the love of all of You, the Love of existence, And so proclaim the one who has been worthy, That all thanksgiving is due to You, O Power, Father and Son and Holy Spirit, Now and forever, and to the endless ages of ages. Amen. word 90 in trans. Feofan the Recluse word 91 in translation Feofan the Recluse You might be interested in: