In our saddest, stormy hour of this day,
We stand at the Gate of our Lord,
Give Thy courage and nourishment to our innocent bodies.
Watch over us in the hour of our fate, bathed by our tears.
Almighty Father, though men may stain their hands in martyr blood,
Fill our hearts with forgiveness,
Grant Thy salvation to us—defenseless—
As we pray for the sickness of the souls who have gone astray.
O, Father in Heaven, light up the land of Russia.
Enlighten her way from darkness to understanding,