Glory. Both now. Theotokion.
God-bearing Virgin, we, we tempest-tost upon life’s sea, thee as salvation’s haven have. Therefore pray God, who seedlessly from thee incarnate was, and man became unspeakably, to save our souls.
Stichera, 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.
Verse. I was glad when they said unto me, Let us go into the house of the Lord.
Death as a robber came, like as a thief he came, and laid me low; he came, and me declar’d as one existing not; he came, and, being earth, I lie as being not. We verily are a dream, O men, a phantom verily. But, come ye, let us cry to the immortal King, O Lord, vouchsafe thine everlasting blessings unto him remov’d from us, him resting in the life that grows not old.
Glory. Both now. Theotokion.
O only pure and spotless Virgin, who without seed didst bring forth God, pray that our souls be sav’d.
Stichera, tone v.