Хор Московского Сретенского монастыря - Неделя о слепом. Стихира на Господи воззвах - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Glow 5.

Lord, mitigating the way, found a man of a slap from birth, and surprised the former student, ask the task to verbally: to the teacher who sogrechsya: this, or his parents, yes, are blind? You crushed my sacket to them: Neither this siggles nor his parents, but God's affairs of God on it. I am facilitated to make the case of sending me, I can make a niccery. And this rivers, spitting, and becklaze, anointed with his eyes, the rivers to him: go, the font in Siloamsteins. He washed back to life, and a fault with you: I believe the Lord, and bow to you. We are dark and we have mercy.