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The Akathist of Thanksgiving- 4 -
Kontakion 4
How Thou delightest the hearts of those who meditate
upon Thee, O God! Thou feedest their souls with Thy Holy
Word. Talking with Thee is better than oil and sweeter than
honey. Prayer to God refreshes and invigorates; it fills my
heart with joy. How majestic then appears this world and all
life. Where Thou art not Á-? all is empty. Where Thou art Á-?
there is the richness of the soul. There, as living water, is
the everlasting song: Alleluia
Ikos 4
When night falls upon the earth, the stillness of sleep
reigns and sounds of the past day become silent; I see the
splendor of Thy heavenly mansions. Flame and purple, gold
and azure presage the indescribable beauty of Thy home
and solemnly call forth: Let us go to the Father!

Glory to Thee in the quiet hours of the evening.
Glory to Thee for pouring forth deep peace on earth.
Glory to Thee for the rays of the setting sun.
Glory to Thee for the rest of a graceful sleep.
Glory to Thee for consolation in the darkness / when the
whole world appears far from me.
Glory to Thee for the warm prayer of my tortured soul.
Glory to Thee for the promise that we shall awake in the
joy of Thy everlasting day.
Glory to Thee, O God, in ages!