Хор Московского Сретенского монастыря - Во светлостех святых Твоих - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

In the lightstock of your saints, what is the unworthy? As soon as the Council is daring in the chamber, my clothes convicts, as if to be scolded, and I will be tied to be erupted from the angels. Clean, Lord, I will worship my soul, and save me, as a man of love.

Great Tuesday, stichera for praise first