Песнь 1 [Pesn' 1] [English translation]

Crossing the waters as on dry land,

In that way escaping from the evils of Egypt's land,

The Israelites cried out exclaiming:

To our Redeemer and God, now let us sing.

I give rest to the souls of My departed servants.

I am wonderful in My saints: the God of Israel.

Imitated in their deaths the death of Mine, in their sufferings the passion of Mine...

I won’t regard the sins in youth of My servants who have fallen asleep before,

And passing over his their iniquities, I will save them and number them amongst My elect.

I am wonderful in My saints: the God of Israel.

Imitated in their deaths the death of Mine, in their sufferings the passion of Mine.

All the divine and blessed martyrs

Have received life.

I give rest to the souls of My departed servants.