O rest thy servant, God, and O in paradise appoint his place, where choirs of saints and righteous ones, O Lord, are luminous as stars: O to thy sleeping servant give thou rest, and pass all his offences by. _Glory._ The tri-illuminating of the Godhead one let us with reverence sing, exclaiming, Thou, O Father unbeginning, holy art, and thou, co-unbeginning Son, and thou, O Spirit Divine: enlighten us who serve thee faithfully, and save us from eternal fire. _Both now._ Hail, pure one, who didst bring forth God in flesh for all men’s saving, through whom the human race hath found salvation! through thee may we find paradise, God-bearing one, who pure and blessed art. Alleluia, _thrice_. _Then the deacon_, Again and again.... _Vide page 142._ _And, after the exclamation, we sing the present troparia, tone v._ Our Saviour, rest thy servant with the just, and place him in thy courts, as it is written, as being good, despising his iniquities, both willing ones and those unwilling, and all those done in knowledge and in ignorance, O lover of mankind. _Glory. Conclusion._ And all those done in knowledge and in ignorance, O lover of mankind. _Both now. Theotokion._ Christ God, who from the Virgin shinedst to the world, who hast through her made manifest the sons of light, have mercy thou on us. _Then psalm l, and the canon, whereof the acrostic is,_ To him that is departed a sixth song I address. _Theophany._ _Ode i. Tone vi. Irmos._ Passing as on dry land.... In heavenly palaces the noble martyrs ever pray thee, Christ, Him whom thou hast remov’d from earth, a faithful one, count worthy to attain eternal blessedness. Thou that adornest everything, mid life compound createdst me a man, lowly and also great. Then, Saviour, rest thy servant’s soul. _Glory._ A citizen and husbandman of paradise in the beginning thou appointedst me; but thou didst exile me for breaking thy command. Then, Saviour, rest thy servant’s soul. _Both now. Theotokion._ He that aforetime from a rib our protomother Eva form’d, from thy pure womb assumed flesh, and thereby hath annull’d the might of death, thou Pure. _Ode iii. Irmos._ There is none holy like to thee, O Lord.... Thy martyrs suffer’d lawfully, O Giver of life, and with a crown of victory adorn’d, they ceaselessly bestow on the departed faithful one an everlasting ransoming. For me, a wanderer, taught erewhile by signs and wonders many, thou hast at last thyself made void, as sympathiser, and, seeking, me hast found and sav’d. _Glory._ Him that departs to thee from streams of transient mortal life, count worthy to abide with joy in tabernacles that eternal be, him justifying, Blessed One, by faith and grace.