Have a blessed All Saints day! This Akathist of Thanksgiving, ......was composed by Protopresbyter Gregory Petrov shortly before his death in a Russian communist prison camp in 1940 Kontakion 11 Across the cold chains of the centuries, I feel the warmth of Thy breath, I feel Thy blood pulsing in my veins. Part of time has already gone, but now Thou art the present. I stand by Thy Cross; I was the cause of it. I cast myself down in the dust before it. Here is the triumph of love, the victory of salvation. Here the centuries themselves cannot remain silent, singing Thy praises: Alleluia! Ikos 11 Blessed are they that will share in the Kings Banquet: but already on earth Thou givest me a foretaste of this blessedness. How many times with Thine own hand hast Thou held out to me Thy Body and Thy Blood, and I, though a miserable sinner, have received this Mystery, and have tasted Thy love, so ineffable, so heavenly. Glory to Thee for the unquenchable fire of Thy Grace Glory to Thee, building Thy Church, a haven of peace in a tortured world Glory to Thee for the life-giving water of Baptism in which we find new birth Glory to Thee, restoring to the penitent purity white as the lily Glory to Thee for the cup of salvation and the bread of eternal joy Glory to Thee for exalting us to the highest heaven Glory to Thee, O God, from age to age Kontakion 12 How often have I seen the reflection of Thy glory in the faces of the dead. How resplendent they were, with beauty and heavenly joy. How ethereal, how translucent their faces. How triumphant over suffering and death, their felicity and peace. Even in the silence they were calling upon Thee. In the hour of my death, enlighten my soul, too, that it may cry out to Thee: Alleluia! Ikos 12 What sort of praise can I give Thee? I have never heard the song of the Cherubim, a joy reserved for the spirits above. But I know the praises that nature sings to Thee. In winter, I have beheld how silently in the moonlight the whole earth offers Thee prayer, clad in its white mantle of snow, sparkling like diamonds. I have seen how the rising sun rejoices in Thee, how the song of the birds is a chorus of praise to Thee. I have heard the mysterious mutterings of the forests about Thee, and the winds singing Thy praise as they stir the waters. I have understood how the choirs of stars proclaim Thy glory as they move forever in the depths of infinite space. What is my poor worship! All nature obeys Thee, I do not. Yet while I live, I see Thy love, I long to thank Thee, and call upon Thy name. Glory to Thee, giving us light Glory to Thee, loving us with love so deep, divine and infinite Glory to Thee, blessing us with light, and with the host of angels and saints Glory to Thee, Father all-holy, promising us a share in Thy Kingdom Glory to Thee, Holy Spirit, life-giving Sun of the world to come Glory to Thee for all things, Holy and most merciful Trinity Glory to Thee, O God, from age to age youtu.be/EQcTn_oEuxU
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