1- As I face the icon, I truly can see,
It's a vivid picture full of purity,
Martyrs, saints confessors standing happily
Offering to our Father life of sanctity.
R- Truly I can see, truly I can see,
That the vivid icon flows with purity.
2- Facing the icon I voice my complaint
In front of a candle, its light so faint,
I see the solemn features of the saint,
It's a vivid picture not just a paint.
3- Facing the icon like born anew,
True faith and courage the heart renew;
Then you know for sure what prayers can do,
To a faithful heart everything can be.