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The Akathist of Thanksgiving- 3 -
Kontakion 3
By the power of the Holy Spirit every flower breathes. Thy
breath I feel in the quiet movement of the fragrant fields.
Observing the harmony of colors I admire Thee. Wherever I
look, I see all around me the beauty of the Great One in the
little. Glory and thanks to the life-creating God Who covers
the earth with flowery meadows, crowns the fields with
golden ears of grain and embellishes them with blue
cornflowers, and my soul with the joy of contemplation. Be
glad and sing to Him: Alleluia!
Ikos 3
How wonderful Thou art in the beauty of spring when all
earth is being rejuvenated and thousands of sounds sing
about Thee: Thou art the spring of life, Thou art the
conqueror of death! In the pale moonlight with the song of
the nightingale, the valleys and forests rest under a snowy
white veil. The whole earth, Thy bride, is awaiting Thee, the
Eternal Bridegroom. When Thou so clothest the grass of the
field, how art Thou to adorn Thy chosen ones when they
resurrect in the future age! How will then our bodies shine
forth and our souls glitter!

Glory to Thee Who from the dark depths of the earth /
bringeth forth so many colors and scents.
Glory to Thee for the beauty of nature.
Glory to Thee Who hast surrounded us / with thousands
of Thy creatures.
Glory to Thee for the depth of thy wisdom / whose seal is
borne by all creation.
Glory to Thee for the tender feeling / with which I kiss the
trace of Thine invisible foot.
Glory to Thee Who hast from the beginning / lit the
glowing light of eternal life.
Glory to Thee for the hope in perfect and eternal beauty.
Glory to Thee, O God, in ages!