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

The creation of a man was in a mere pure man, if the well -being of the notacious healing of Christ, the font, which was unbearable in the sheep, arranged in the word, he settled it: the bleeding disease healed: Hananei was a winner pardoned, and the spent of the centurion did not despise. For this sake we call: omnipotent Lord, glory to you. [Twice.]

The dead man is unbroken, thrown out of the chas, the abdica: I have mercy on my Lord, as my Odr, my coffin is stupid to me. What is the acquisition of the abdomen? I do not require a sheepskin font, not the imams of the most vague of me, indignant waters: but to you a source of healing, and Az with everyone calls: omnipotent Lord, glory to you.