Glory.
Thou that alone by nature life-effector art, and grace’s trackless depth, him that is gone, count worthy of thy kingdom, Pitiful, thou sole immortal one.
Both now. Theotokion.
The strength, and song, and saving of the lost is he become that to the world was born of thee, O Queen, delivering them, who thee in faith call bless’d, from hades’ gates.
Ode vi. Irmos.
Life’s sea perturb’d....
Nail’d on the cross the choir of martyrs thou hast gather’d to thyself, them that thy passion imitate, O Blessed One. Therefore, we thee beseech, Rest him that now betaketh him to thee.
When thou in thy narrateless glory all the world to judge shalt on the clouds in terror come, Deliverer, be thou pleas’d that he, thy faithful servant, whom thou from earth received hast, may meet thee shiningly.
Glory.
Being life’s fount, O Lord, who, through divine humanity, didst lead the fetter’d forth; thy servant, who to thee in faith is gone, place thou in joys of paradise.