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God, the all-merciful, Russia lies bleeding,
Stabbed by her traitors and mangled by foes.
Hear, as we bend before Thee interceding,
Look on her agonies, pity her woes.
Send forth Thy Word, that shall bring to the nations
Healing for misery, hope for despair.
Lowly we utter our hearts’ supplications.
Trembling toe offer our penitent prayer.
Give them defense, who were Europe’s defenders—
Beating the Tartar aback from Thy fold,
Battling for faith and for freedom contenders—
Recompense now for their heroes of old.
Thou wilt not answer our plea with rejection:
“Ask what ye will; what ye ask shall be done.”
Give to her, chastened and saved, resurrection.
Father, grant This in the name of Thy Son.
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