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The text of the hymn "Glorious"

(Words of the poet MM Kheraskov)

 

Glorious our Lord in Zion,

Can not Explain to language.

He is great in heaven on the throne,

In a blade of grass on the ground is great.

Everywhere, the Lord, all you nice,

In the night, in the days of radiance is.

 

Your lamb you zlatorunny

In itself shows us;

We Psalter of ten

You bring incense.

Accept from us Thanksgiving

Like incense.

 

You mortals sun lights,

Do you love God, we as children,

You have a meal satisfiest

And zizhdesh us in Zion degrees.

You wicked, O God, to visit

And thy flesh to feed.

 

O God, in Thy The village in

Yes vnidut our voices,

And vzydet our emotion,

To you, as the morning dew!

You put in the hearts of the altar,

You, Lord, sing and praise!