[“This Akathist, also called the “Akathist of Thanksgiving,” was composed by Metro- politan Tryphon (Prince Boris Petrovich Turkestanov) in 1934. A copy was in possession of Protopresbyter Gregory Petrov shortly before his death in a prison camp in 1940. Suggestion: Light a candle in a silent room. Make the Sign of the Cross, and slowly pray the words aloud, take time to reflect on them, and make them your own. Revisit these words this Wednesday as well as next Sunday and Wednesday. Part 3 will be on Sunday July 22.]
O Lord, how lovely it is to be Your guest.
Breeze full of scents —
mountains reaching to the skies —
waters like a boundless mirror,
reflecting the sun’s golden rays and the scudding clouds.
All nature murmurs mysteriously,
breathing depths of Your tenderness.
Birds and beasts of the forest bear the imprint of Your love.
Blessed are you, mother earth, in your fleeting loveliness,
which wakens our yearning for happiness
that will last forever in the land where,
amid beauty that grows not old, rings out the cry: Alleluia!
You have brought me into life as if into an enchanted paradise.
We have seen the sky like a chalice of deepest blue,
where in the azure heights the birds are singing.
We have listened to the soothing murmur of the forest
and the melodious music of the streams.
We have tasted fruit of fine flavor and the sweet-scented honey.
We can live very well on your earth. It is a pleasure to be your guest.
Glory to You for the feast-day of life.
Glory to You for the perfume of lilies and roses.
Glory to You for each different taste of berry and fruit.
Glory to You for the sparkling silver of early morning dew.
Glory to You for the joy of dawn’s awakening.
Glory to You for the new life each day brings.
Glory to You, O God, from age to age.
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[One of the many gifts of the Orthodox as well as Eastern Catholic Churches to the rest of Christianity is their great tradition and collection of akathists. “An akathist (Greek, akathistos) is a hymn dedicated to a saint, holy event, or one of the persons of the Holy Trinity. The word akathist itself means ‘not sitting.'” These hymns are so long they are rarely sung in their entirety any more except in monasteries. For more information and the source of quotations, please visit http://orthodoxwiki.org/Akathist#Other_languages%5D