_Both now. Theotokion._ There is none undefil’d as thou, God’s Mother thou most pure; for thou alone didst in the womb conceive the true eternal God, who hath annull’d the power of death. _Deacon._ Again and again.... _Vide page 142._ _Kathisma, tone vi._ Verily everything is vain, and life a shadow is, a dream; for vainly every earth-born one disquieteth himself, as saith the scripture. When we have gain’d the world, then dwell we in the grave, where kings and beggars are as one. Therefore, Christ God, as lover of mankind, to thy departed servant give thou rest. _Glory. Both now. Theotokion._ All-holy Bringer-forth of God, in my life’s time forsake me not, to human mediation leave me not; but me thyself defend, and be thou merciful to me. _Ode iv. Irmos._ Christ is my might, the God and Lord.... Of greatest wisdom shewing sign, and of rewards’ perfectionment, O gracious Lord, with Angels thou the choirs of martyrs number’d hast. Of thy narrateless glory count him worthy to participate, who unto thee translated is, where, Christ, their dwelling is who joy, and where pure gladness’ voice resounds. _Glory._ Him that extols thy might divine, whom thou from earth received hast, do thou accept, creating him a child of light; and cleanse him from the gloom of sin, O thou Most Merciful. _Both now. Theotokion._ O tabernacle thou most pure, temple all-undefil’d, all-holy ark, virginal place of sanctity, of Jacob thou the excellence, the Lord hath chosen thee. _Ode v. Irmos._ With thy divine light, O Blessed One.... Like an oblation sacred, and human nature’s first-fruits, the martyrs, who were offer’d for God’s glorifying, for our salvation ever mediate. Of heavenly dwelling, of grace’s distribution, thy faithful servant gone before, count worthy, Lord, and give him ransom from iniquities. _Glory._ Thou that alone by nature life-effector art, and grace’s trackless depth, him that is gone, count worthy of thy kingdom, Pitiful, thou sole immortal one. _Both now. Theotokion._ The strength, and song, and saving of the lost is he become that to the world was born of thee, O Queen, delivering them, who thee in faith call bless’d, from hades’ gates. _Ode vi. Irmos._ Life’s sea perturb’d.... Nail’d on the cross the choir of martyrs thou hast gather’d to thyself, them that thy passion imitate, O Blessed One. Therefore, we thee beseech, Rest him that now betaketh him to thee. When thou in thy narrateless glory all the world to judge shalt on the clouds in terror come, Deliverer, be thou pleas’d that he, thy faithful servant, whom thou from earth received hast, may meet thee shiningly. _Glory._