Тепло Мертвых,Холод Живых

The cooled hearth never let anyone warmed,
Issyakshy spring water one failed,
Broken vessel nothing is able to accommodate,
And the dead can neither sing nor breathe, nor love ...

Perhaps you, like an extinct fire in the darkness,
Warm one of the men failed until now?
Perhaps you, like issyakshy a heat source,
And somebody in vain to you with a strong thirst pressed?

Perhaps, oh, my friend, and you walked away from Christ,
Earth Care blinded you fuss?
Perhaps you've become quite noticeable cool down
Took our sins upon himself grace?

Perhaps for a long time you do not feel God's hand,
And instead of the vessel were some shards?
Perhaps your soul wither like the grass withers,
And you never know what she really dead?

For the purpose of a high as the son, God gave you,
But you have despised His wonderful divine gift.
Look who you are in the service now is?
Their works and who do you exalt chtish?

Oh, miserable fate of the cooled, issyakshih, empty -
To serve the kingdom of evil and to be among the living dead.
Do you think that God is exactly the same as you?
What he did not notice the emptiness of your soul?

Did you think that he did not see the sin hidden you,
That he did not hear the words spoken between the crowd?
What he does not know how you lied not once,
Do not be merciful to friends and enemies not forgive?

But he is not so, our great, all-seeing God!
He sees you as soon as you cross the threshold,
Incorrect your step or false or evil he sees,
He is known to your heart and what you captivated.

He knows you, what you bring him into the world of you ─
Heat or cold, light beam il gloom of darkness.
You can not hide from the strict and gentle eyes,
As in your hour of birth, God sees you now.

Oh, if you were neither cold nor warm, but hot!
Oh, if only for his every sin brings God crying!
Oh, if you always wanted to excellence,
Oh, if you do not have the time spared, no labor

For those who are with you for life, tired, goes,
Oh, if you dropped the oppressive burden of care!
Oh, if you in the morning light on his knees met!
Oh, if you wanted to see Jesus ...

By the grace of God you're alive, you're not gone from the earth,
You breathe, and many have long since fallen into oblivion,
And the grace of Jesus watches repentance yields
He still loves you, He'll still waiting.

Do you hear? He quietly and gently knocks at the door,
─ It is your good Shepherd, from the evil He ─ reliable shield.
Trust him, dropping to the merciful feet
And thou shalt be with Jesus incredibly, wonderfully rich.

Like the prodigal son, he will meet and take you,
His precious blood will wash sin to thee,
Pierced, raise your hands are clean.
And white robes holy dressed you ...

You are called to burn bright torch of God's love,
Do not be smoky as a candle, burn and live!
Among the darkness of sin and whether the fire burning,
In the midday heat whether current, lively spring.

The source of power and truth to be hungry,
The whole life of his show them the right path.
And the fact that you have ─ bless and keep to the end,
To someone else to admire your crown.

Clothing let thy holy shining whiteness,
Let your face reflects the light unearthly,
Which you lit the Christ on Calvary,
That the message of salvation to the lost bear you.

Hurry to perfection, and let the conscience will be clean,
And then people will see once again the living Christ.
Him alone give thanks and honor,
To the name of Jesus in you could each read.