Book of Needs of the Holy Orthodox Church

by Russkaia pravoslavnaia tserkov

Thou that adornest everything, mid life compound createdst me a man, lowly and also great. Then, Saviour, rest thy servant’s soul.

Glory.

A citizen and husbandman of paradise in the beginning thou appointedst me; but thou didst exile me for breaking thy command. Then, Saviour, rest thy servant’s soul.

Both now. Theotokion.

He that aforetime from a rib our protomother Eva form’d, from thy pure womb assumed flesh, and thereby hath annull’d the might of death, thou Pure.

Ode iii. Irmos.

There is none holy like to thee, O Lord....

Thy martyrs suffer’d lawfully, O Giver of life, and with a crown of victory adorn’d, they ceaselessly bestow on the departed faithful one an everlasting ransoming.

For me, a wanderer, taught erewhile by signs and wonders many, thou hast at last thyself made void, as sympathiser, and, seeking, me hast found and sav’d.

Glory.