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Hither, and with one accord,
Sing the servants of the LORD:
Sing each great ascetic sire;—
Anthony shall lead the choir:
Let Euthymius next him stand
Then in order all the band.
Make we joyous celebration
Of their heavenly conversation;
Of their glory, how they rise,
Like another Paradise;
These the trees our GOD hath placed,
Trees, with fruit immortal graced;
Bringing forth, for CHRIST on high,
Flowers of Life that cannot die;
With the sweetness that they fling
Mortal spirits nourishing.
Filled with GOD, and ever blest,
For our pardon make request!
Egypt, hail, thou faithful strand!
Hail, thou holy Libyan land!
Nurturing for the realm on high
Such a glorious company!
They by many a toil intense,
Chastity and continence,
Perfect men to GOD upreared,
Stars to guide us have appeared;
They, by many a glorious sign,
Many a beam of Power Divine,
To the earth's remotest shore
Far and wide their radiance pour.
Holy Fathers, bright and blest,
For our pardon make request!
By what skill of mortal tongue
Shall your wondrous acts be sung?
All the conflicts of the soul,
All your struggles towards the goal;
And your virtues' prize immense,
And your victories over sense,
How perpetual watch ye kept
Over passion, prayed and wept;
Yea, like very angels came,
Visible in earthly frame,
And with Satan girt for fight
Utterly o'erthrew his might.
Famed for signs and wonders rare,
Join to ours, great Saints, your prayer:
Ask that we, ye ever blest,
May attain the Land of Rest!
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