Акафист Пресвятой Троице - Икос 11 - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

It is like a light -handed that in the promise of your lamp, who is in the TMA of ignorance of the future of our lots, grateful to confessions and downstairs of one of the bliss, the uniform son of the announced, it is desirable, ominibly, ominibly with faith with faith: holy, holy, holy, holy, holy. Amonged by his chosen benefits, they are not an eye, not hearing an ear, and even in the heart is not a collective for a person! Holy God, our God, his own, will see his heart with his heart, he will eat, and they know, as if they themselves know the essence from him! Holy God, our God, in the nobility of all the althers and thirsty truth will be found, impoverished saturation! Holy God, our God, from Him, the peacekeepers, as for the imitators of all the pacifying the only begotten son of your son, will call your beloved sons! Holy God, our God, the meek, will inherit the earth, and the poverties of the spirit will take the uncontented kingdom! Holy God, our God, promising eternal pardon with sweet, and infinite delighting crying! Holy, holy, holy, God, our God, have mercy, the fallen creation of yours, the name for your holy!