Father Of Spirits, Whose Divine Control

Father of spirits, whose divine control

Doth bind the soul and body into one;

Thou wilt restore this body now undone;

For once it was the mansion of a soul,

Where dwelt the glowing wisdom of Thy Son.

Thou, Maker of the body, dost ordain

That this Thine image, molded by Thy will,

Our every hope in glory shall fulfill;

So, till the body Thou dost build again,

Thou wilt preserve the spirit freed from ill.

In that blest region shall this spirit dwell

Where flowers undying bloom on every side:

For lo, we trust Thy Word, O Crucified,

When in Thy triumph over death and hell,

The thief forgiven took Thee for his Guide.

Our brother goeth by the shining way,

That ever to the faithful open lies:

Lord, train Thy servant now in Paradise,

And bless him in his fatherland, we pray,

Till Thou shalt bid his body to arise.