The mercy of God, the kingdom of heaven, and the forgiveness of his sins let us ask of Christ, our immortal King and God. Vouchsafe, O Lord. _Deacon._ Let us pray to the Lord. Lord have mercy. _The priest saith this prayer._ O God of spirits.... _Vide page 139._ _And after this they begin the second stasis in tone v, in which also, at the ending of a verse, we say,_ Have mercy upon thy servant. _The choir beginneth_, Thy commandments. Have mercy upon thy servant. _Again the same choir,_ Thy hands have made me, and fashioned me: O give me understanding, and I shall be taught by thy commandment. Have mercy upon thy servant. They that fear thee beheld me and rejoiced, for I have trusted in thy words. Have mercy upon thy servant. _And the rest of the psalm, and at the end, Glory._ Have mercy upon thy servant. _Both now._ Have mercy upon thy servant. _Deacon._ Again and again.... _Vide page 142._ _And again they begin the third stasis in the third tone._ Thy name. Alleluia. _Again the same choir singeth,_ Look upon me, and have mercy upon me, according to the judgment of them that love thy name. Alleluia. Direct my steps according to thy word, and let not every transgression have dominion over me. Alleluia. _And the rest. And, after the ending, straightway,_ _Blessed art thou, O Lord: O teach me thy statutes._ The choir of saints have found life’s spring, and paradise’s door; and may I also find the way through penitence. I am a wandering sheep: O Saviour, me recall, and save thou me. _Blessed art thou, O Lord...._ Ye saints, that preach’d the Lamb of God, and sacrificed were as lambs, and unto life that grows not old and aye endures translated are; this ceaselessly, ye martyrs, pray, that unto us vouchsaf’d may be remission of our trespasses. _Blessed art thou, O Lord...._ O ye that walk’d the narrow way, that ever-suffering is; all ye that during life accepted have as yoke the cross, and follow’d me in faith; come, and enjoy those things prepar’d for you, rewards and crowns celestial. _Blessed art thou, O Lord...._ Of thy narrateless glory I an image am, and, though I bear offences’ scars, compassionate thy creature, Lord, and cleanse me in thy tenderness, and the desired fatherland give thou to me, a citizen of paradise me making once again. _Blessed art thou, O Lord...._ Thou who of old didst form me out of nothingness, and with thy godlike image didst adorn, but, for transgressing the commands, didst turn again to earth, whereout I taken was, to that which sembleth thee do thou me call once more, shaping again the erewhile comeliness. _Blessed art thou, O Lord...._