BLESS the Lord, O my soul. O Lord my God, thou art very great; thou hast clothed thyself with praise and honour: who dost robe thyself with light as with a garment; spreading out the heaven as a curtain. Who covers his chambers with waters; who makes the clouds his chariot; who walks on the wings of the wind. Who makes his angels spirits, and his ministers a flaming fire. Who establishes the earth on her sure foundation: it shall not be moved for ever. The deep, as it were a garment, is his covering: the waters shall stand on the hills.
LET not mortal man boast in his wisdom and wealth, but in the faith of the Lord, crying out with orthodox belief to Christ God, and ever singing: Establish me upon the rock of thy commandments, O Master.
He that before the ages was enthroned together with the Father and the Spirit, and now in these last times is incarnate of the Virgin, hath come to baptism, holding out incorruption to all by the divine washing.
Wishing to bury our sins in the waters, in his tender-hearted mercy Christ is walking ahead in the running streams of the Jordan, and through baptism is refashioning us, who were corrupting away.
Wishing to strip a most shameful nakedness from Adam our forefather, thou dost clothe thyself in the streams of Jordan, O Christ, who cover thy chambers with waters, who alone art all mercy.
These prayers are directed to be sung to the melody of this hymn:
LET us cry out to Christ God, who was begotten ineffably before the ages of the Father, and in these last times was incarnate from the Virgin without seed: Holy art thou O Lord, that lifteth up our horn.
Franz Liszt, Consolation No. 3, in D Flat.