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Saint Moses Murin the Ethiopian lived during the fourth century in Egypt.
St. Moses died about the year 400.
Liturgical Hymns in Honor of Moses from the Menaion
Translations copyright by Br. Isaac E. Lambertsen, drawn from the Menaion of the Orthodox Church, in 12 volumes (in English), published by the St. John of Kronstadt Press, 1180 Orthodox Way, Liberty TN 37095; www.sjkp.org. Authorized only for private devotional purposes. Further distribution, reproduction, or incorporation into other documents is prohibited without prior permission from the publisher. All rights reserved.
By thy supplications and showers of repentance, O father, wash clean my heart which hath been darkened by the sting of sin.
Having nailed thy flesh to the fear of the Master, O all-blessed God-bearer, thou didst dry up every passionate thought from thy heart.
Having hidden the seeds of the Word in the furrows of thy thoughts, O father, thou didst produce grain which is laid up in inexhaustible granaries.
Moved by the Spirit, O wise one, by endurance thou didst nullify the evil acts of the demons with spiritual acts.
Strengthened with godly power, O venerable Moses, like one of the incorporeal ones thou didst bring low the mighty serpent.
With the showers of thy tears thou didst extinguish the fiery conflagration of the passions, and wast shown to be a river of spiritual gifts, full to overflowing with the Spirit.
By unceasing entreaties and the endurance of pain, O father, thou didst drive from thy soul the demon which loveth carnality.
Directing thy thoughts to things which transcend the mind and speech, O venerable one, thou didst endure the burning heat of asceticism as though it were a divine dew.
Unfurling the sail of non-acquisition, thou didst sail easily across the sea of life, O father, guided to the calm haven.
Set afire by the burning ember of dispassion, O blessed one, thou didst utterly consume the dry tinder of the passions.
Thou hast been shown to be a star of abstinence, shining in the heights and illumining our souls, O all-glorious one.
Thou didst ascend to the summit of the virtues and didst attain unto the heavenly isle, O right wondrous father Moses.
With the spiritual radiance which is within thee, enlighten me who am surrounded by the night of sin and the darkness of pleasures, O father, and guide me wholly to the haven of salvation.
Storing up the sweetness of the flowers of the virtues in the honeycomb of thy mind, like an industrious bee, O father, thou didst pour forth the sweetness of immortality which dispelleth the bitterness of the demons.
Exercising thyself in endurance in the desert, thou didst inherit the city on high; and enslaving thy flesh through fasting, O wondrous one, thou didst depart to the food which is never exhausted and the mansions of paradise.
Cleansed of the mire of the passions, and shining with spiritual radiance, thou hast truly passed over to the immaterial Light, O blessed one, where the choirs of fasters dwell forever.
Thou didst flee all evil, and, embracing goodly change, thou didst immaterially espouse good desires, O blessed one, crying out: Blessed art Thou, O God!
By immeasurable pangs of abstinence thou didst cause the pain of sin to dry up. O God-bearer. Wherefore, thou hast found delight in good things without pain, blessing thy Master.
Enlivened by prayers, elevated by humility, illumining thy soul with righteousness, adorned with love, O father, thou didst make haste to the perfection of the virtues, to the manifest heights, crying to the Master: Ye priests, bless; ye people, exalt Him supremely for all ages!
Though black of body, thou didst acquire a soul brighter than the rays of the sun, and didst blacken the dark countenances of the demons; and with thy divine likeness thou dost illumine the hearts of the faithful who fervently chant: Ye people, exalt God supremely forever!
Wholly protected by humility, O father, thou didst escape the darts of the noetic Moors, and in word and deed wast a model for monks in doing battle with the spiritual enemy, crying out with them: Ye children, bless; ye priests, hymn; ye people, exalt Christ supremely for all ages!
Having truly ended thy life in good deeds, thou didst reach the well-spring of good things and didst receive thine ultimate desire. Where the voice of those who keep festival is heard with laudation thou hast made thine abode, rejoicing, O right wondrous and venerable father Moses.
The drops of the sweat of thy pangs let fall drops of the sweetness of spiritual benefit and dispel the bitterness of our passions. Thy relics pour forth healings upon us and cleanse our souls of the mire and defilement of evils.
Christ hath crowned thy head with unfading wreaths, O wondrous one, who steadfastly vanquished the hordes of the prince of this world; and as befitteth one of the holy thou hast been enrolled in the choirs of the venerable. With them pray thou, that those who honor thee be delivered from temptations.