Церковный хор - тропарь иконе Божьей Матери - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Troparia,

Glass 4

Now all despondency and fear of despair disappears, sinners in sorrows of hearts gain consolation and heavenly love illuminates lightly: the Mother of God extends to us a saving hand and broadcasts from his pure image, the verb: as a spore of the sinful to my son, this gave me for them for them for them for them Ruces hear me. In the same, people, encumbrances of sins by many, fall to the foot of her icon, echoing with tears: the intercessor of the world, a sinful argument, begged with your obscenity prayers of the deliverer of all, and by the divine all the sins our and the bright doors of paradise will open us, you are the performance of God and you are the present Salvation of the Christian clan.