O Lord Jesus Christ our God, who hast promised to bestow the kingdom of heaven upon them that are born again of water and of the spirit and in a blameless life are translated onto thee, and hast said, Suffer the children to come unto me, for of such is the kingdom of heaven; we humbly beseech thee to grant, according to thine undeceiving promise, the inheritance of thy kingdom unto thy servant, the blameless babe, _name_, now removed from us; and count us worthy to continue and end an unblamable and christian life, and to be stablished in heavenly abiding-places with all thy Saints. _And he exclaimeth,_ For thou art the resurrection, the life, and the repose of all thy servants, and of thy servant, the babe, _name_, now removed from us, O Christ our God, and to thee we ascribe glory, with thine unbeginning Father, and with thy most holy, and good, and life-creating Spirit, now and ever, and to ages of ages. _Choir._ Amen. _Then troparion._ Verily everything is vain, and life a shadow is, a dream; for vainly every earth-born one disquieteth himself, as saith the scripture. When we have gain’d the world, then dwell we in the grave, where kings and beggars, elders and babes together are. Therefore, Christ God, as lover of mankind, rest the departed babe. _Ode iv. Irmos._ I have heard, O Lord, the mystery of thy dispensation.... _Refrain._ Rest thou the babe, O Lord. We wail not for the babes, but rather for ourselves do we lament, we, who have always sinn’d, that we may be delivered from gehenna. Thou, Master, hast depriv’d the babe of the delights of earth: do thou, as righteous judge, vouchsafe him heavenly blessings. _Glory._ He hath declared thee a citizen of paradise, O truly happy babe, he who hath taken thee from earth and ranged thee among the choirs of Saints. _Both now. Theotokion._ All we that are illuminated, O all-pure, own thee God-bearing, thou, O Ever-virgin; for thou the Sun of righteousness hast borne. _Ode v. Irmos._ Why hast thou rejected me.... _Refrain._ Rest thou the babe, O Lord. By thy just dooming, ere he waxed perfectly in growth, thou hast, as new grown herb, cut down the babe whom thou hast taken, Lord; but, leading him, O Word, to hill divine of everlasting blessings, plant him there. As a young branch the sword of death hath come and cut thee off, thou who of worldly sweets no trial hast sustain’d, thou happy one! but, lo, to thee the gates of heaven Christ open’d hath, counting thee with th’ elect, as being loving-kind. _Glory._ Concerning me, lament ye not; for I in nowise have begun for weeping to be meet; but rather weep ye alway for yourselves, ye who have sinn’d, O kinsfolk and O friends, the dead babe cries, so that of torment ye have no essay. _Both now._