ON SUNDAY EVENING

At, Lord, I have cried, Prosomoia.

Stichera for the Master.

Grave Mode. N/M (Judas today is vigilant.)

Lift your eye, my soul, and gaze on the condescension and compassion of God, how, having bowed the heavens, he came upon earth that he might exalt you from the wretchedness of your passions, and stand up on the rock of the faith. Ah, dread wonder! Glory to your self-emptying, Lover of mankind!

Look on your lawless deeds, my soul, and marvel; how can earth support you? How does it not strike you with thunderbolts? How do wild beasts not devour you? But how too did the Sun which never sets and ever shines on you not cease? Rise up, repent, cry out to the Lord: I have sinned against you, I have sinned, have mercy on me!

Having all our hope in you, all-powerful Lord, we implore you to rescue us from dangers of every kind and from the tempest of the passions; so that we may pass our life peacefully, and having lived in purity, may find you kindly and merciful Master, on the day of judgement.

Additional Stichera. For the Angels.

N/M (The tree of life.)

You made your Angels a flame of fire, O Christ, showing to us their burning heat and depicting against the swift spirit. All-powerful Lord, glory to you.

Save us, Lord, by the protection of the Angels; wash away the filth of our offences, wiping out the scars of sin, that we may cry: Lord, glory to you.

The Seraphim, Cherubim, Angels and Powers, Thrones, Principalities, all Dominations with Archangels and radiant Authorities, cry to you: Lord, glory to you.

Glory. Both now. Theotokion. Same Melody.

All nature born of earth cries aloud to you, Mother of God, ''Hail'', as to her who became cause of their salvation by your giving birth, O Mother of God.

At the Aposticha.

Aposticha. Grave Mode. For compunction.

Like the Prodigal Son, I too come, O Compassionate. Receive me as I fall down as one of your hired servants, O God, and have mercy on me.

Verse: I lift my eyes to You, who dwell in heaven. Behold, as the eyes of servants look to the hands of their masters, as the eyes of the maidservant look to the hands of her mistress, so our eyes look to the Lord our God until He shall have compassion on us. [SAAS]

Like the one who fell among thieves and was wounded, so I too have fallen through my sins, and my soul is wounded. To whom shall I, the guilty, flee unless to you the compassionate physician of souls? Pour out upon me, O God, your great mercy.

Verse: Have mercy on us, O Lord, have mercy on us, for we are greatly filled with contempt; our soul is greatly filled with it. We are a disgrace to those who prosper, and a contempt to the arrogant. [SAAS]

For the Martyrs.

Glory to you, Christ God, boast of Apostles, joy of martyrs, whose preaching is the consubstantial Trinity.

Glory. Both now. Theotokion. N/M (Judas today is vigilant.)

You surpassed the ranks of Angels, as you gave a body to God; while I, who have vanquished all in sins, alas! quake and tremble. Therefore I do not dare to call on you for help Sovereign lady, Mother of God. Do not then despise me, but hasten, save me guiding me to the straight way.

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ON MONDAY MORNING

MATINS

After the first Psalter reading, Kathismata.

For compunction. Grave Mode.

Since repentance will cure you from all sickness, O my soul, ⁄ draw near to this house of healing with tears and sighs. ⁄ Cry out to the Physician of our bodies and souls: ⁄ O Lord and Lover of mankind: free me from my sins. ⁄ Number me with the harlot, the thief and the publican; ⁄⁄ grant me the forgiveness of my transgressions, O God, and save me.

I have not emulated the repentance of the publican; ⁄ I have not gained the tears of the harlot. ⁄ In my blindness I cannot understand how to amend my life as they did. ⁄⁄ But in your compassion, O God, save me, as the Lover of mankind.

Glory. Both now. Theotokion.

O Virgin Theotokos, join the Powers on high, importuning your Son to grant forgiveness of offences, before the end, to us who faithfully glorify you.

After the second Psalter reading, Kathismata.

O Lord, You washed away Peter''s denial with his tears, and You forgave the Publican''s sins when he sighed. In Your love for humanity, Lord, have mercy on me.

O my soul, in this life prepare yourself for the life to come, lest you be troubled. For in that place, nothing can help you, not wealth, nor power, not friends, nor powerful people; nothing, except the evidence of your works and the love for humanity of our God.

Glory. Both now. Theotokion.

O all-holy Virgin: you are higher in honor than the glorious Cherubim. ⁄ Unable to endure the divine splendor, ⁄ they veil their faces with their wings to perform their ministry; ⁄ but you gaze with your own eyes upon the incarnate Word. ⁄⁄ Pray to him without ceasing for our souls.

After the third Psalter reading, Kathismata.

For compunction.

O Lord, You accepted Peter''s tears, and You justified the Publican when he sighed from deep within. I likewise come to You in repentance, and I pray: Take pity on me, O Savior, and save me.

For the Martyrs.

O Saints, we pray you to intercede for us, that we be granted forgiveness for our offences, and that we be delivered form impending evils and from bitter death.

Glory. Both now. Theotokion.

You have surpassed the Powers of heaven, for you have become the Temple of God, O blessed Theotokos, by giving birth to Christ, the Savior of our souls.

Canon of Compunction.

Grave Mode. Ode i. Heirmos.

[EL]

Troparia.

For the Martyrs.

Theotokion.

Canon for the Bodiless Hosts.

Theotokion.

Ode iii. Heirmos.

You are the One who by Your Word established the world which shall not be shaken. Establish our minds on the fear of You, Lord. [SD]

Troparia.

At night I am beset by unseemly sins. O Giver of light, illumine me now with the light of repentance, that with faith I may glorify You who love humanity.

I have followed paths in this life, which have all brought me down to the pit of hedonism. O Jesus, show me again the divine paths of repentance.

For the Martyrs.

O all-lauded Martyrs, you finished the fight with valor, and you were granted the heavenly awards. And now you intercede for us all.

O medaled Martyrs, you endured countless labors, and you received countless blessings. And now you are united with the countless bodiless hosts.

Theotokion.

O Virgin, only you gave birth to the heavenly King. Take pity on me, and defeat the sin that reigns in me, and save me.

Canon for the Bodiless Hosts. N/M ()

O choirs of Angels, you are the mediators of divine revelations; and being immaterial you all unceasingly cry out: Holy are You, O Lord, the only almighty One!

O Archangels, obeying the law of love, you pass down in order the divine manifestations, and you sing to Christ: Holy are You, O Lord, the only almighty One!

Those with correct belief aspire to the secondary brightness of the primary radiance, and in unison they sing to Christ: Holy are You, O Lord the savior of our souls!

Theotokion.

The Logos, who brought all things from nonexistence into being by His will, is borrowing flesh from you, O Virgin, becoming man in His pity and love for humanity.

Ode iv. Heirmos.

O Christ God who love humanity, in Your plan for our salvation, the excellence of Your ineffable wisdom covered the heavens. [SD]

Troparia.

O compassionate Logos, You will that all should be saved. I have transgressed Your commandments. Please have no contempt for me, but rather save me.

I have submitted to irrational passions, wretch that I am, and I have become like the animals. O compassionate Logos of God, take pity on me.

For the Martyrs.

O Martyrs, as you were tortured and burnt in fire, you scorched deceptive error, for you were lit up with the zeal of the correct belief in God.

O blessed Martyrs, you had Christ the tree of life and Planter of all within you, and thus you were like Paradise.

Theotokion.

O pure Virgin full of grace divine, give grace to my mind, and completely free it from the darkness of ignorance.

Canon for the Bodiless Hosts. N/M ()

O choirs of Angels and select ministers, as you stand near Christ and pray to Him, heal the traumas of my soul.

O Lord, the armies of the bodiless reverently surround Your throne, and they ever cry aloud: "Glory to Your power, O Lord!"

The ranks of Angels were amazed, when they saw You, O Christ, on earth with a body, dwelling among mortal men.

Theotokion.

O all-lauded and immaculate Mother of God, inexplicably you gave birth to God in the flesh. We implore you to intercede that He save us.

Ode v. Heirmos.

O Logos, we who rise early, to glorify and praise You, unceasingly extol the sign of Your Cross, which you have given us as a shield to help us. [SD]

Troparia.

I, the prodigal, have wasted my life in laziness, and I tremble thinking about the infallible tribunal, where I will be judged. Take pity on me, O Lord.

O Logos, You gave sight to the eyes of the blind. The eyes of my soul have become badly darkened. I pray You, open them to see the light of Your commandments.

For the Martyrs.

O brave Martyrs, we call you blessed, for you confessed Christ with a steady mind, and you endured all the pain of the tortures.

O Martyrs, you sailed through every storm of the tortures, and you reached the harbor of the Kingdom on high, where you are filled with true serenity.

Theotokion.

O all-holy Virgin, God did great things through you, beyond understanding, and He was incarnate of you. Therefore earnestly intercede with Him on behalf of all.

Canon for the Bodiless Hosts. N/M ()

The Seraphim, aflame with the emanations of immaterial light, open their most holy and eloquent mouths to sing in praise of the super-principal and super-divine First Principle.

The Cherubim, those hosts of super-divine wisdom, dare not gaze at the divine Radiance, but they cover their faces and feet with their most sacred wings.

O glorious Thrones, by divine and all-blessed intellection, you delight in the most beautiful effulgences, and in a manner completely supermundane, you behold things ineffable.

Theotokion.

O all-pure Virgin, the divine Mind is joined to the human, in your all-immaculate and all-pure womb, and He unites with it hypostatically, without confusion or alteration.

Ode vi. Heirmos.

Jonah cried out from the belly of Hades: "Raise up my life from corruption." And we now pray to You: "O almighty Savior, have mercy on us." [SD]

Troparia.

The deep ocean of transgressions has encompassed me, it has plunged me into the deep of sin. O Logos, raise me up again, as once You raised Jonah, from corruption to life.

I am distressed by a storm of thoughts. O compassionate Lord, pilot me to the harbor of genuine repentance, and keep my heart serene.

For the Martyrs.

The Saints were protected by the shield of the truth, and they ignored the false flattery of the tyrants. The died, and now they reign with Christ.

The Martyrs were lifted up to God in love, and they despised the friendship with the world. And thus they became friends of the Maker of all.

Theotokion.

We extol you, O Maiden greatly extolled. You held in your womb the greatly extolled Logos, whom all the hosts of heaven extol with voices never silent.

Canon for the Bodiless Hosts. Same Heirmos.

The Dominions, flashing vigorously with the effulgences of the divine Dominion, ever extol Its ineffable glory.

The divine Powers gaze with intense love on the power of the omnipotent Lordship, and they are clearly empowered thereby and remain in force.

Theotokion.

O Virgin, you descended from the royal tribe, and you have given birth to the King of all, in a manner passing nature and reason, and truly you remained a virgin.

Ode vii. Heirmos.

O Savior, You bedewed the burning furnace, and You rescued those Servants, who were extolling You and saying: "Blessed are You unto the ages, O Lord, the God of our fathers." [SD]

Troparia.

O my soul, sacrifice to God a sacrifice of praise. Hurry and repent, while the market of this life is still open. Now is the time to trade by giving away your goods.

O my soul, the cut off time of death is approaching. Produce worthy fruits, so that you are not rejected like a fruitless tree, and thrown into hell fire, where you will lament to no avail.

For the Martyrs.

The holy Martyrs extinguished the furnace of deceptive error with the shower of their blood. And they shouted like those Servants: "Blessed are You unto the ages, O Lord, the God of our fathers."

O Martyrs, you became sons of the light, being mingled with supreme light. And you lead to the light all who are in the darkness, and you dispel the mist of deception.

Theotokion.

O Pure Virgin, the bush that was not consumed prefigured you, for you gave birth to the unbearable fire. Therefore I cry out to you: Burn away my material passions.

Canon for the Bodiless Hosts. N/M ()

The glorious and most brilliant Authorities, surrounding Your throne, unwaveringly sing Your glory, O almighty Lord; and they shout: "Blessed are You, the God of the fathers!"

Principalities with superlative eagerness revolve around You, the one Principle; and they sing their unceasing doxologies, saying: "Blessed are You, the God of the fathers!"

Theotokion.

O Mother of God, without seed you have given birth to Christ, the only lover of humanity, who as one hypostasis in two essences, executed the plan for our salvation, as the God of our fathers.

Ode viii. Heirmos.

[EL]

Troparia.

For the Martyrs.

Theotokion.

Canon for the Bodiless Hosts. The King of glory, alone without beginning. (NM)

Theotokion.

Ode ix. Heirmos.

With mystical songs, we believers magnify that supernatural Mother and natural Virgin, the only one who is blessed among women. [SD]

Troparia.

For the Martyrs.

Theotokion.

Canon for the Bodiless Hosts. All-lauded Virgin.

Theotokion.

At the Aposticha of Lauds.

Aposticha. Grave Mode. For compunction.

O Savior, sinner that I am, do not cut me down, like the unfruitful fig tree. But this year grant me forgiveness, and water my soul with the tears of my repentance, so that I may bring to You as fruit, charity and acts of mercy.

Verse: We were filled with Your mercy in the morning, and in all our days we greatly rejoiced and were glad; gladden us in return for the days You humbled us, for the years we saw evil things. And behold Your servants and Your works, and guide their sons. [SAAS]

N/M (No longer are we barred.)

The Sun of Righteousness as You are, O Savior, * rightly guide our hearts to the light as we cry out: * Glory to You, O Lord.

Verse: And let the brightness of the Lord our God be upon us, and prosper for us the works of our hands. [SAAS]

For the Martyrs. Same Melody.

We celebrate the memory of Your holy * medal-winning Martyrs, and thereby we extol You. * Glory to You, O Lord.

Glory. Both now. Theotokion. Same Melody.

We say to you, Rejoice, Virgin Theotokos. * You were shown to be superior to Angels * for you gave birth to God.

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LITURGY

The Beatitudes. Grave Mode.

The fruit that killed me of old was good for food and beautiful to contemplate. But Christ is the very tree of life, from which I eat and die not. And echoing the Robber''s words, I cry out, "Remember me in Your kingdom, O Lord."

I cry with pain in my heart, O Savior, * like the Canaanite woman who had faith. * Have mercy on me, Lord, since You are good. * For my soul is in danger * of succumbing to all * the tricks of the enemy and is tormented by woes.

The Cherubim, Seraphim and Powers, * and the Principalities and Thrones, * as well as the Archangels and the hosts * of Angels, and the choirs * of Dominions and the wise * Authorities glorify You, benefactor and Lord.

For the Martyrs.

As they were lifted to God, the holy * martyr athletes utterly tore down * the wicked pride and boasting of the foe. * Now that they have been shown forth * to be victors, with great joy * in heaven they go about, * radiant with glorious light.

Glory.

I worship Father and Son and Spirit, * co-eternal and unoriginate, * the essence uncreated and the same * nature; acting divinely * It created all from naught, * and It is a Trinity * and is known as Monad as well.

Both now. Theotokion.

I am polluted by worldly pleasures, * yet for refuge I turn to you, * the unpolluted Virgin; and I pray * that you rescue my poor soul * from every spot and all my sins, * so that I may macarize you, * Lady ever-macarized.