We bless Thee, most high God and Lord of mercies, Who ever doest great and unfathomable things for us--glorious and awesome things without number. Thou givest us sleep for the repose of our frailty, relieving the labors of our over-burdened flesh. We thank Thee for not destroying us in our lawlessness. Instead, Thou hast shown Thy usual love for mankind, and raised us, as we lay in despair, to glorify Thy Reign. Therefore, we implore Thy boundless goodness: enlighten our thoughts and eyes, and awaken our minds from the heavy sleep of laziness. Open our lips and fill them with Thy praise, that we may unwaveringly hymn and confess Thee, the God glorified in all and by all, Father without beginning, with Thine only-begotten Son and Thine all-holy, and life-giving Spirit, now and ever and unto ages of ages. Amen. 8th Prayer. A Midnight Song to the Most Holy Theotokos. I hymn your Grace, O Lady, and pray that you grace my mind. Teach me to walk correctly on the path of Christ's commandments. Strengthen me to watch in song, dispelling the despair of sleep. I am bound by fetters of sin, free me by your prayers, O Bride of God! Keep me in the night and in the day, delivering me from warring enemies. As you bore the life-giving God, give life to me, who am wounded by passions. As you bore the unsetting Light, enlighten my blinded soul. O wondrous palace of the Master, make me a home of the divine Spirit. As you bore the Physician, heal my soul of its passion-filled years. I am tossed in the tempest of life: direct me to the path of repentance. Deliver me from the eternal flame, from the evil worm, and from hell. Make me not a joy for demons, though I am guilty of many sins. Make me new, most undefiled one, for I am aged by senseless sins. Estrange me from all torments, and pray for me to the Master of all. Grant that, with all the saints, I may inherit the joys of heaven. Hear, most holy Virgin, the voice of your useless servant. Grant me a torrent of tears, most pure one, to wash the filth of my soul. The groans of my heart I bring you unceasingly: open your heart, O Lady! Accept my prayerful service, and take it to the compassionate God. You who are far higher than the angels, raise me above this world's confusion. O light-bearing heavenly cloud, direct spiritual grace into me. I raise in praise, all-undefiled one, hands and lips defiled by sin. Deliver me from soul-corrupting harm, praying fervently to Christ, To Whom glory and worship are due, now and ever and unto ages of ages. Amen. 9th Prayer, to Our Lord Jesus Christ.