Father of humankind, I ask for favor,
Holy Chieftain, you, who dwell in Heaven
May it be made holy, firmly set up—
Your name, that is, Christ, rescuer—
Firmly planted in our soul-locker.
May your kingdom, wielder of might,
Come to us people, right-wise Judge,
And your love also, in the day of life,
And in our selves in deep-dwelling brightness.
And may your will be well-wrought
Among us upon earth through earth’s realms,
As it is far away in the heaven-glory,
Blessed in joys from this world forward.
Give us today, Chieftain among your people,
Heaven high-king, our loaf
Which you send to heal the soul
Of humankind on Middle-Earth:
The clean Christ, that is, Ruler God.
Forgive us, Guardian of humankind, our guilts and sins,
And let us off the debts,
Body-wounds and human deeds, which we mindlessly
Incurred, as we forgive our debtors on earth
That they have racked up against us,
And let us give them not one thought in the Day of Judgment
As we receive the life of eternity.
And lead us not one bit into the sorrow of woe,
Nor into trials, Christ rescuer,
Lest we lose all your mildness
And be estranged from you by the Enemy-ship.
And free us now from every evil
Of every enemy, and now, in the spirit-locker,
Thanks and wonder, Captain of Angels,
True victory-chieftain, we speak with force,
As you have with your mild might
Have set us free from the heavy
Torments of Hell.
Translation: Fr. C.W. McPherson is the professor of Ascetical Theology at General Theological Seminary in NYC and an Associate Priest at the Church of the Transfiguration (“The Little Church around the Corner”) also in NYC.