Then the customary ectenia.
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And the prayer, O God of spirits.... Page [139].
Condakion, tone viii.
Rest with the Saints, O Christ, thy servant’s soul, where is no pain, nor grief, nor sighing, but life that endeth not.
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Thyself alone immortal art, who madest and didst fashion man, for out of earth we mortals fashion’d were, and unto that same earth shall go, as thou who madest me hast given command, and sayest unto me, Earth thou art, and unto earth shalt thou return. And thither all we mortals go, making the funeral wail, even the song, the Alleluia.
Hearken in thoughtful wise, I pray; for I with pain these words announce; yea, for your sake I make the wail: it may for profit be to some. But when ye have to sing these words, remember me who once was known; for ofttimes we together went, and in God’s house together sang the Alleluia.
Arise ye then, and gather ye together all, and, sitting down, hear ye a word, Brethren, the judgment-seat is dread, where we have every one to stand. There none is slave, and none is free; there none is little, none is great; but all in nakedness shall stand: for this cause it is well to sing ofttimes the psalm, the Alleluia.
Bewail we all with tears as we behold the relics lie, and all approaching them to kiss let us in equal wise exclaim, Lo, thou hast left them who thee lov’d: wilt thou not speak with us again? Why dost thou speak not, friend, as thou wast wont to speak to us? But so thou silent art, even to say with us the Alleluia.