Thee, O God-bearing one, we faithful have as an unbroken wall and trust. Therefore, cease not, O Queen, to pray for them thy servants that in faith have slept, that in the judgment there may pardon be for them, when he thy Son and God shall sit; for thou dost nature know, that it with every sin is now commix’d: so may we bless thee all. _Stichera, tone viii._ I weep and I lament when I reflect on death, and see the comeliness, according to God’s image, that was shap’d for us lying in the graves disfigur’d, and bereft of glory and of form. O wonder! what is this mystery concerning us? how to corruption have we been assign’d? how unto death conjoin’d? Verily by God’s command, as it is written, who giveth the departed rest. Bearing an image incorrupt, and having an immortal soul received by breath divine, and so become compound, as it is written, why do we fade away? and why did we God’s bidding overstep? O wonder! why did we leave the food of life, and eat the fruit that bringeth bitter death? why, by guile, have we been robb’d of life divine? As for the rest, let us exclaim to Christ, Him whom thou hast removed hence place in thy courts. _Glory. Both now. Theotokion._ God-bearing Virgin, thy protection is a spiritual healing place; for thereunto betaking us, we are set free from ailments of the soul. _Stichera, tone viii. Idiomela._ To them that prodigally live unmeasur’d torment is, gnashing of teeth, and wailing unconsol’d, gloom unillum’d, and darkness most profound, the never dying worm, and unavailing tears, and, without mercy, doom. Therefore let us, before the end, lift up our voice, and say, O Master Christ, him who thou chosen hast give rest with thine elect. _Similar._ The trumpet shall give sound, and, as from sleep, the dead shall rise, desiring to obtain the heavenly life, they who have put their trust in thee, the Maker and the Lord. Then, O condemn thy servant not; for thou, immortal one, for our sake mortal didst become. Therefore let us, before the end, lift up our voice, and say, O Master Christ, him whom thou chosen hast, give rest with thine elect. Behold, the elements, the heaven and earth shall be transform’d, and all creation shall with incorruption clothed be. Corruption shall be done away, and darkness at thine advent fly; for thou with glory art to come again, as it is written, to render unto each as he hath done. O Master Christ, him whom thou chosen hast, give rest with thine elect. _Glory, tone vi._