Церковные песнопения - Восьмой Псалом - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Lord, our Lord, as your miraculous name throughout the Earth, like your splendor is higher than heaven. From the lips of the baby and the strangers made praise, for your sake, to destroy the enemy and local. It is like heaven, the deeds of your finger, the moon and the stars, you even founded it. What is a person, like remembering him? Or the son of a man, as if you visit him? Detailing him small Chim from the angel, with glory and honor, crowned him. And if he put him over your work, all conquered him under his hand. The sheep and oxen are all, and still cattle of Polish, the birds are heavenly, and the fish of sea, the transient paths of the sea. Lord, our Lord, as your miraculous name throughout the Earth.

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