Then again the condakion.

Rest with the Saints, O Christ.... Page [188].

Ode vii. Irmos.

Narrateless wonder....

As being pitiful, O Christ, deliver him, thy servant, whom thou in faith received hast, from fearful doom, and from gehenna’s fire, and to thy servant grant to sing to thee, Blessed art thou, redeemer, God.

Within the land of gentle ones, and in delights of paradise, in glory’s wondrous dwelling-place, thy servant faithfully asleep esteeming worthy, God, do thou grant him to sing to thee, Blessed art thou, redeemer, God.

Glory.

Great is the doom and undescribable the need, O brethren, in gehenna; for the souls of sinners there are burned with their bodies, and in anguish weep, unable to exclaim, Blessed art thou, redeemer, God.

Both now.