[“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 4 will be on Sunday August 12.]
It is the Holy Spirit Who makes us find joy in each flower–
the exquisite scent, the delicate color —
the beauty of the Most High in the tiniest of things.
Glory and honor to the Spirit, the Giver of Life,
Who covers the fields with their carpet of flowers,
crowns the harvest with gold, and
gives to us the joy of gazing at it with our eyes.
O be joyful and sing to Him: Alleluia!
How glorious You are in the springtime,
when every creature awakens to new life and
joyfully sings Your praises with a thousand tongues!
You are the source of life, the destroyer of death.
By the light of the moon, nightingales sing, and
the valleys and hills lie like wedding-garments, white as snow.
All the earth is Your promised bride awaiting her spotless Husband.
If the grass of the field is like this,
how gloriously shall we be transfigured
in the Second Coming, after the Resurrection!
How splendid our bodies, how spotless our souls!
Glory to You for the warmth and tenderness of the world of nature.
Glory to You for the numberless creatures around us.
Glory to you for the depths of Your wisdom–the whole world a living sign of it.
Glory to You: On my knees, I kiss the traces of Your unseen hand.
Glory to You, enlightening us with the clarity of eternal life.
Glory to You for the hope of the unutterable, imperishable beauty of immortality.
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