O Master, who with oil of loving-kindness dost mortals’ souls and bodies alway tranquilize, and them that faithful be preserv’st with oil; do thou thyself now have compassion upon those approaching thee by means of oil. The earth, O Master, is of thy mercy full. Therefore to-day anointed with thy sacred precious oil, in faith we pray thee to bestow thy mercy that surpasseth thought on us. _Glory._ O lover of mankind, who mercifully thine apostles didst command to minister thy priestly unction on thine ailing servants; do thou, at their entreaties, through thy seal, have mercy upon all. _Both now._ O only pure one, who didst bear the boundless sea of peace, by thine entreaties alway unto God, thy servant free from ailings and from griefs, that he may magnify thee ceaselessly. _Ode iii. Irmos._ In thee thy church is glad.... Thou that alone art wonderful to faithful men, merciful Christ, grant from on high thy grace to him that suffereth grievously. O Lord, who once, for thy divine token that the flood had ceas’d, didst shew an olive branch, in mercy save the afflicted one. _Glory._ With a lamp of light divine, in mercy lighten him, O Christ, who now, in faith through the anointing, to thy mercy maketh speed. _Both now._ O Mother of the Maker of all things, look from on high with favour, and release, by thine entreaties, the sufferer from his bitter pain. _Kathisma, tone viii._ _Like_, The pastoral reed.... Thou that art a divine river of mercy, a depth of abundant sympathy, O compassionate one; manifest the divine streams of thy mercy, and heal all: let the springs of wonders flow plenteously, and wash all; for, ever betaking ourselves to thee, we fervently entreat thy grace. _Another, tone iv._ _Like_, Thou that wast lifted up.... Physician and helper of them that are in sufferings, redeemer and Saviour of them that are in sicknesses; do thou thyself, O Master and Lord of all, grant healing unto thine afflicted servant: have compassion and mercy upon him who hath greatly offended, and deliver him, O Christ, from iniquities, that he may glorify thy divine power. _Ode iv. Irmos._ Seeing thee lifted up.... Thou, Saviour, that, as myrrh corruptless, dost, through thy grace, thyself outpour and cleanse the world; compassionate be, yea, merciful to him, who doth, in faith divine, the body’s sores anoint. With the tranquility of thy mercy’s seal, O Master, sign now the senses of thy servants, and make the way thereto accessless and approachless to all opposing powers. _Glory._