Glory.
Of heavenly dwellings, and of shining lot, and of the sacred choir of Saints, O Lord, make the pure babe participant, even him, whom, Saviour, as thou wast well-pleas’d, thou hast remov’d.
Both now.
Bereft of all, to thy sole shelter, most pure Queen, I fly, O aid thou me; for I unto much sinful riches cleave, but with a poverty of virtues am altogether fill’d.
Then the irmos. And after the irmos the priest saith this ectenia.
Again and again in peace let us pray to the Lord.
Choir. Lord, have mercy.
Furthermore let us pray for the repose of the happy babe, name, and that to him may be vouchsafed, according to thine undeceiving promise, thy heavenly kingdom.
Choir. Lord, have mercy, thrice.