Tone iii.
All human things are vanity which last not after death: riches abide not, nor doth glory stay; for when death cometh, these all disappear. Then let us cry to the immortal Christ, O rest him who is gone away from us where is the dwelling-place of all that joy.
Tone iv.
Where is the predilection of the world? where their imaginings who fade? where is the silver and the gold? where servants’ multitude and noise? All dust, all ashes, all a shade. But, come ye, let us say to the immortal King, O Lord, him, who hath been remov’d from us, of thine eternal blessings worthy count, him resting in thine ageless happiness.
Tone v.
I remember’d what the prophet said, I am earth, and I am dust; and again I meditated in the graves, and saw the naked bones, and said, Who now is king, or warrior who, or who is rich, or who is poor, or who the just, or he that sinn’d? But, with the just, thy servant rest, O Lord.
Tone vi.
To me thy life-effecting bidding was substance and origin; for, willing me to form a living one from nature that unseen is and is seen, my body thou didst make of earth, and, by thy breathing life-creating and divine, me gavest soul. Therefore, O Christ, thy servant rest in tract of them that living are, and in the dwellings of the just.
Tone vii.