Thou workest wonders, dost bring to pass new things, renewest Thy creatures each day, servants [created] from fire to lift up praise of Thy mystery, O Sacred One. Who shinest in the midst of myriads of fire, who loathest hatred and jealousy, who despiseth enmity and contention, who settest anger afar, who turnest away wrath, who multipliest all grace and goodness, the cherubim of Thy glory are fire. [O Thou] who art exalted upon cherubim of fire, Prince over princes, seraphim, seraphim of flame do stand about Thy throne, hither and other sound forth: “Make way for Him who rideth the heavens.”
Blessing, praise and laud, song, thanks and thanksgivings, splendor and whispering, applause, humility and mercy to the lofty, to the powerful, to the brave, to the elect, to the chosen, to the choosing, to the mighty, to the haughty, to the high. In their mouths music, on their tongues exultation, they slumber not, neither night nor day, But music and laud are as blazing light.