Him that is dead in hope of resurrection grant the holy standing, Word, at thy right hand with thine elect, prolongedly with voice of praise we pray, O lover of mankind.
Thy chosen servant from the earth remov’d, O lover of mankind, count worthy brightly to rejoice within thy kingdom heavenly and rever’d; and overlook, as loving-kind, his soul’s iniquities.
Glory.
Alas! life’s glory grew as grass, and straightway was dried up. Where in the grave is honour? and where form or beauty there? Then spare thy servant, Lord, as being loving-kind.
Both now. Theotokion.
With love, as it behoves, we thee all praise, O Mary, Mother of God, Virgin most pure; for thou hast ever sleepless eyes—thy prayers—to save us now from sins, and from the doom of death.
Ode iii. Irmos.
There is none holy like to thee, O Lord my God....
There is no man on earth that hath not sinn’d, O Word. Therefore accept a prayer from us, the lowly ones: and, Saviour, pardon and forgive thy servant all iniquities.
And who, O lover of mankind, as thou, Lord merciful, forgivest sins of quick and dead with great authority? Therefore thy servant do thou save by this.