O Lord our God, who didst forgive sins unto Peter and unto the harlot through their tears, and didst justify the publican who acknowledged his iniquities; do thou accept the confession of thy servant, _name_, and that wherein he hath sinned against thee, his voluntary and involuntary sins, by word, or deed, or intention, as being good, do thou overlook. For thou alone hast power to forgive sins, for thou art God merciful and compassionate, and to thee we ascribe glory, to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost, now and ever, and to ages of ages. Amen. _After the communion he saith,_ Now dismiss thy servant, O Master.... _all to the end_. _Then_, Trisagion. _After_ Our Father.... _the troparion of the day_. _Glory. Both now. Theotokion._ Through the prayers, O Lord, of all the Saints, and of the God-bearing one, grant us thy peace, and have mercy upon us, as being alone compassionate. Lord, have mercy, _thrice_. Bless. _And the dismissal of the day that is._ [Illustration] [Illustration] _Chapter XV._ PRAYERFUL CANON TO OUR LORD JESUS CHRIST, AND TO THE MOST HOLY GOD-BEARING MOTHER OF THE LORD AT THE PARTING OF THE SOUL FROM THE BODY OF EVERY RIGHT-BELIEVER. _The abbot cometh, but to a layman his spiritual father, and asketh if through forgetfulness or shame he have any word or deed, or any malice against a brother, unconfessed, or unforgiven: it is obligatory to examine and interrogate the dying concerning all things one by one._ _After this he beginneth_, Blessed be our God.... _Trisagion._ _After_ Our Father.... Lord, have mercy, _xii_. O come, let us worship.... _thrice_. _Psalm l._ Have mercy upon me O God.... _A prayerful canon to the Most Holy God-bearing one, with the irmi to vi, from the person of a man who is being parted from his soul, and who is not able to speak._ _Tone vi. Ode i. Irmos._ Passing as on dry land.... _Refrain._ God-bearing one most holy, save thou us. Like unto drops of rain, mine evil and brief days, becoming scant with summer’s roll, already well-nigh vanish’d are: do thou save me, O Queen. In thy benignity and many mercies, O thou Queen, in this dread hour, when nature faileth, stand by me, an aid invincible. Now mighty fear constrains my soul, it trembleth inexpressibly and grieves: console it, thou Most Pure, as it the body quits. _Glory._ Known refuge of the sinful and the low, make known to me thy mercy, O thou Pure, and me from demons’ hands set free; for like as many dogs they me surround. _Both now._ Lo, ’tis the time for help: lo, for thy mediation ’tis the time: lo, O thou Queen, it is the time concerning which I have both day and night with fervour cast me down and pray’d to thee. _Ode iii. Irmos._ There is none holy like to thee, O Lord....