Being life’s fount, O Lord, who, through divine humanity, didst lead the fetter’d forth; thy servant, who to thee in faith is gone, place thou in joys of paradise. _Both now. Theotokion._ We have been turned back to earth for breaking the divine command of God; but, through thee, Virgin, unto heaven from earth are rais’d again, shaking off death’s corruption. _Deacon._ Again and again.... _Vide page 142._ _Condakion, tone viii._ Rest with the Saints, O Christ, thy servant’s soul, where is no pain, nor grief, nor sighing, but life that endeth not. _Icos._ Thyself alone immortal art, who madest and didst fashion man; for out of earth we mortals fashion’d were, and unto that same earth shall go, as thou who madest me hast given command, and sayest unto me, Earth thou art, and unto earth shalt thou return. And thither all we mortals go, making the funeral wail, even the song, the Alleluia. _And again._ Rest with the Saints, O Christ.... _Ode vii. Irmos._ The angel made the furnace to bedew.... From the primeval fall were sav’d the martyrs by thy blood, and, with their own blood sprinkled, they clearly thy slaying image forth. Blessed art thou, our fathers’ God. O life-originating Word, thou hast slain raging death; and him O now receive, O Christ, who sleeps in faith, and sings, and says, Blessed art thou, our fathers’ God. _Glory._ Divine-originating Lord, who me, a man, with breath divine sufflated hast; vouchsafe thy kingdom unto him departed hence, who, Saviour, sings to thee, Blessed art thou, our fathers’ God. _Both now. Theotokion._ Most undefil’d, conceiving God, who crush’d death’s gates and burst the bars, thou higher than all creatures art. Therefore, we faithful thee, O pure, extol as Mother of God. _Ode viii. Irmos._ From flame thou didst a dew outpour on reverend ones.... Martyrs of Christ, who sufferings bore, who in the strifes were steadfast prov’d, ye are adorn’d with victory’s crown, crying, O Christ, to ages thee we set on high. The faithful ones who life depart in sacred wise, and unto thee, O Master, go, gently, as loving-kind, receive, that they may rest, and thee to ages set on high. _Glory._ Now in the land of gentle ones, Saviour, be pleas’d to stablish all who fallen have on sleep afore, and who in thee, by faith and grace, are justified, and thee to ages set on high. _Both now. Theotokion._ All-blessed one, we thee all bless, who didst bring forth the Word who is blessed indeed, who for our sake incarnate was, and whom on high to ages we set up. _Ode ix. Irmos._ Mortals may not see God....