Akathist: “Glory to God for all Things”
by Russian Orthodox Metropolitan Tryphon (+1934)
See Ode 7
You Yourself visit the sick.
You Yourself bend over the sufferer’s bed; his heart speaks to You.
In the throes of sorrow and suffering, You bring peace;
You bring unexpected consolation. You are the Comforter.
You are the Love which watches over and heals us. To You we sing the song: Alleluia!
When in my childhood I called upon You consciously for the first time,
You heard my prayer;
You filled my heart with the blessing of peace.
At that moment I knew Your goodness,
knew how blessed are those who turn to You.
I started to call upon You, night and day,
and even now, I call upon Your Name:
Glory to You, satisfying my desires with good things.
Glory to You, curing affliction and emptiness with the healing flow of time.
Glory to You; no loss is irreparable in You, giver of eternal life to all.
Glory to You, making immortal all that is lofty and good.
Glory to You, promising us the longed-for meeting with our loved ones who have died.
Glory to You, O God, from age to age.
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