Текст песни Хор сестер Казанской Трифоновой женской пустыни - кант Иисусова молитва

The elders are saints from ancient times
The strict covenant is conveyed by:
If you have embarked on the monastic path -
Do not forget the name of God.

Lord Jesus Christ
Son of God, have mercy on us.

Wherever the Lord sends you
Take obedience on the road.
Do not leave this prayer
Mentally sort out the beads.

A monk without prayer is that flower without fruit -
Clothes will condemn, not save.
Like a black cold smut
Without the light of heat, without the spark of fire.

The rosary flowed through my fingers
You see - again the hand on the cross.
Strengthen yourself for battle with prayer,
And humbly endure the sorrows of the disease.

One hundred rescue bundles
One hundred steps to heaven
Free from enemy shackles,
God, cleanse my heart yourself.

An endless prayer circle flows
The Lord gives life by His Name.
Prayer as mercy from God is given,
She will awaken a barren heart.

Not in heaven, not on earth
There is no weapon stronger than prayer.
Dodge the hustle and bustle
And the light of purity will be shed in the heart.