From long ago this day, O Queen, have I foreseen, and, ever musing thereupon as though it had arriv’d, with fervent tears I thee have pray’d, Forget me not. They, roaring, me surround, the mental lions, and seek to seize and rend me bitterly; but crush their teeth and jaws, O Pure, and save thou me. Although henceforward be my vocal organs dumb, my tongue be bound, my speech be stay’d, in heart’s contrition thee I pray, O my deliverer, save thou me. _Glory._ Thine ear to me incline, Mother of Christ my God, from thy great glory’s height, thou blessed one, and hear my latest sigh, and reach thy hand to me. _Both now._ Thy many mercies take thou not from me, nor close thy loving tenderness for man ’gainst me, O Pure; but stand thou by me now, and in the hour of judgment think on me. _Ode iv. Irmos._ Christ is my might, the God and Lord.... Now make a flood of tears offences’ bath, thou that art good; my heart’s contrition take; yea, blessed one, confirm my trust in thee, that thou wilt free me from the fearful fiery pain; for thou, God-bearing one, thyself art grace’s fount. Thou that for all in need a refuge art, that put to shame is not, and all offenceless is; be thou, O Queen most undefil’d, an advocate for me in trial’s hour. Thou stretchest forth thy most rever’d and precious hands in guise of wings of dove divine, and ’neath their shade and shelter coverest me, O Queen. _Glory._ By him, the prince of air, and him that violent is, and him that torturer is, and him that standeth in the fearful ways, and by the false accusing words of these, grant me to pass unovercome, when I depart from earth. _Both now._ Lo, terror meeteth me, O Queen, and I have dread thereof. Behold, a great event befalleth me, and O be thou therein a helper unto me, O trust of my salvation thou. _Ode v. Irmos._ With thy divine light, O blessed one.... Thou that art good, forget me not, nor from thy servant turn thy face; but hear thou me, for I am griev’d, and O attend unto my soul, and rescue this. O ye my kinsfolk in the flesh, and ye my brethren in the spirit, and ye my friends and comrades known, weep, sigh, lament; for lo, I now depart from you. Now none delivereth, and in truth nothing affordeth aid: be thou mine aid, O Queen, lest I be as a man that hath no help, and in mine enemies’ hands enclos’d. _Glory._ Go, ye my holy Angels, stand at the judgment-seat of Christ, and bend your spiritual knees, and tearfully exclaim to him, Have mercy, Maker of all things, and, blessed one, reject thou not the work of thine own hands. _Both now._