Московский Сретенский монастырь - Ирмосы канона Великой Субботы - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

A wave of the sea hide by the ancient persecutor of the tormentor, under the ground hidden by the rescued abstracts: but we, as the ladies, have the Lord: gloriously glorified.

You, on the waters of hanging the whole earth are inconspicuous, the creature, seeing the forehead of Visim, are shuddering in horror: there is a holy, Lord, appeal to you.

On the cross, your divine exhaustion, Avvakum, is horrified, screaming: you stopped the stronger power, Blessed, joining the existing in hell, as it is omnipotent.

The Epiphany of Christ, Christ, to us graciously former, Isaia, seeing the light of an unbeliever, having thought out of the night, calling out: they will resurrect deaths and rest in the coffin, and VSI will rejoice.

Yat is naute, but not retained in the Persech of whale ions: your image is worn, suffering and burial of the longing, like from a chamber, from the beast of the way: the same bustle and false, the mercy of this, they left this mercy.

The indescribable miracle, in the cave, delivered the reverended youths from Flame, in the coffin is deadly hopeless, to save us singing: the deliverer God, blessed if.

Horrible, fight, the sky and may the foundations of the earth move: Ce Bo in the dead is charged with the alive, and it is small in the coffin. He bless him, sing the priests, extol the people for the whole century.

Do not sob, maty, sighted in the coffin; In the womb, she hid her son without Semyon: I’ll be worried and glorify, and ascert with glory to the unceasingly like God, faithful and love of them.