Glory Be to God For All Things
Kontakion 3
Every flower is fragrant through the power of the Holy Spirit, in a delicate flow of aroma and tenderness of color; the beauty of the Great contained in what is small. Praise and honor to God, Who gives life, Who spreads forth the meadows like a flowering carpet, Who crowns the fields with golden ears of wheat and azure basilisks, and the soul – with the joy of contemplation.
Let us rejoice and sing to Him: Alleluia.
Ikos 3
How beautiful You are in the triumphant festival of spring, when all creatures come to life again and in a thousand ways joyfully call out to You: You are the source of life, You are the victor over death.
To the song of the nightingale, the valleys and forests stand in snow white bridal array by the light of the moon. All the earth is Your bride, waiting for the immortal bridegroom. If you clothe even the grass in such a splendid way, how will You transfigure us in the future age of resurrection, how will our bodies be made light and our souls be made luminous.
Glory to You, Who brought out of the earth's darkness diversity of color, taste and fragrance,
Glory to You for the warmth and caress of all nature,
Glory to You for surrounding us with thousands of Your creatures, Glory to You for the depth of Your wisdom reflected in the whole world, Glory to You; I kiss reverently the footprint of Your invisible tread, Glory to You Who kindled before us the bright light of eternal life, Glory to You for the hope of immortal, ideal, incorruptible beauty,
Glory to You, O God, unto ages of ages.
Kontakion 4
How You bring sweetness to those who think of You, how life giving is Your word – it is softer than oil, sweeter than honey to talk with You. Praying to You brings life into us and gives us wings. What trembling then fills the heart; what dignity and greatness and wisdom there are in nature and all of life. Where You are not – there is emptiness. Where You are – there is richness of soul, a torrent of life: Alleluia.
Ikos 4
When sunset descends over earth and the peace of eternal sleep and the stillness of the fading day come to reign, I see Your abode in the guise of glistening palaces and clouds hovering in the evening light. Fiery red, gold and azure speak prophetically of the unutterable beauty of Your world and cry out triumphantly: Let us go to the Father.
Glory to You in the stillness of evening,
Glory to You Who has bestowed great peace to the world,
Glory to You for the last rays of sunlight,
Glory to You for rest and the gift of sleep,
Glory to You for Your presence in darkness, when the world is so remote,
Glory to You for prayer from the depth of a heart touched by You, Glory to You for the promise of awakening to the joy of eternal, unending day,
Glory to You, O God, unto ages of ages.
Kontakion 5
The storms of life are not frightening to one in whose heart shines the light of Your fire. All around the weather is bad – there is darkness, horror and the howling wind. But in the soul of such a one, there is peace and light. Christ is there!
And the heart sings: Alleluia!
Ikos 5
I see Your heavens glittering with stars. O how rich You are, how much light You have! Eternity looks at me through the rays of distant worlds; I am so small and inconsequential, but the Lord is with me, His loving hand everywhere protecting me.
Glory to You for Your constant care of me,
Glory to You for providential encounters with people,
Glory to You for the love of relatives, the devotion of friends,
Glory to You for the gentleness of animals who serve me,
Glory to You for the luminous moments of my life,
Glory to You for the bright joys of the heart,
Glory to You for the happiness of living, of moving and contemplating, Glory to You, O God, unto ages of ages.
http://www.stnicholasdc.org/files/Prayers/Akathist-of-Thanksgiving.pdf
Kontakion 3
Every flower is fragrant through the power of the Holy Spirit, in a delicate flow of aroma and tenderness of color; the beauty of the Great contained in what is small. Praise and honor to God, Who gives life, Who spreads forth the meadows like a flowering carpet, Who crowns the fields with golden ears of wheat and azure basilisks, and the soul – with the joy of contemplation.
Let us rejoice and sing to Him: Alleluia.
Ikos 3
How beautiful You are in the triumphant festival of spring, when all creatures come to life again and in a thousand ways joyfully call out to You: You are the source of life, You are the victor over death.
To the song of the nightingale, the valleys and forests stand in snow white bridal array by the light of the moon. All the earth is Your bride, waiting for the immortal bridegroom. If you clothe even the grass in such a splendid way, how will You transfigure us in the future age of resurrection, how will our bodies be made light and our souls be made luminous.
Glory to You, Who brought out of the earth's darkness diversity of color, taste and fragrance,
Glory to You for the warmth and caress of all nature,
Glory to You for surrounding us with thousands of Your creatures, Glory to You for the depth of Your wisdom reflected in the whole world, Glory to You; I kiss reverently the footprint of Your invisible tread, Glory to You Who kindled before us the bright light of eternal life, Glory to You for the hope of immortal, ideal, incorruptible beauty,
Glory to You, O God, unto ages of ages.
Kontakion 4
How You bring sweetness to those who think of You, how life giving is Your word – it is softer than oil, sweeter than honey to talk with You. Praying to You brings life into us and gives us wings. What trembling then fills the heart; what dignity and greatness and wisdom there are in nature and all of life. Where You are not – there is emptiness. Where You are – there is richness of soul, a torrent of life: Alleluia.
Ikos 4
When sunset descends over earth and the peace of eternal sleep and the stillness of the fading day come to reign, I see Your abode in the guise of glistening palaces and clouds hovering in the evening light. Fiery red, gold and azure speak prophetically of the unutterable beauty of Your world and cry out triumphantly: Let us go to the Father.
Glory to You in the stillness of evening,
Glory to You Who has bestowed great peace to the world,
Glory to You for the last rays of sunlight,
Glory to You for rest and the gift of sleep,
Glory to You for Your presence in darkness, when the world is so remote,
Glory to You for prayer from the depth of a heart touched by You, Glory to You for the promise of awakening to the joy of eternal, unending day,
Glory to You, O God, unto ages of ages.
Kontakion 5
The storms of life are not frightening to one in whose heart shines the light of Your fire. All around the weather is bad – there is darkness, horror and the howling wind. But in the soul of such a one, there is peace and light. Christ is there!
And the heart sings: Alleluia!
Ikos 5
I see Your heavens glittering with stars. O how rich You are, how much light You have! Eternity looks at me through the rays of distant worlds; I am so small and inconsequential, but the Lord is with me, His loving hand everywhere protecting me.
Glory to You for Your constant care of me,
Glory to You for providential encounters with people,
Glory to You for the love of relatives, the devotion of friends,
Glory to You for the gentleness of animals who serve me,
Glory to You for the luminous moments of my life,
Glory to You for the bright joys of the heart,
Glory to You for the happiness of living, of moving and contemplating, Glory to You, O God, unto ages of ages.
http://www.stnicholasdc.org/files/Prayers/Akathist-of-Thanksgiving.pdf
