We mortals, who died of old from eating of the tree,
Are restored to life through your cross, merciful Lord!
By its power, loving master,
Give us strength to pass through the season of abstinence with compunction,
Obedient to your will,
And to see the day of your light-giving resurrection!
We mortals, who died of old from eating of the tree...
Now and ever...
When your mother beheld you, Christ,
Hanging by your own free choice upon the cross between two thieves,
Her heart was pierced with a mother's grief and she cried:
Sinless son, how are you unjustly nailed to the cross as an evildoer?
It is because in your surpassing love,
You will to restore mankind to life!
(after the 3rd reading of the Psalter):
Sessional hymn Tone 1
With our flesh cleansed by abstinence
And our souls filled with light by prayer,
Count us worthy, Lord, to behold your precious and venerable cross;
To reverence it with fear, singing hymns and saying:
Glory to your life-giving cross;
Glory to the holy spear that pierced you,
By which we are restored to life,
For you alone are the lover of mankind!
With our flesh cleansed by abstinence...
Now and ever...
When the ewe saw you her lamb, long-suffering Lord,
Crucified upon the tree between two thieves,
Your side pierced by a spear,
She cried with a mother's grief:
What is this strange and fearful mystery, my Jesus?
How is God, whom nothing can contain, confined within a tomb?
What words have power to describe these things?
Do not forsake your mother, my beloved child!
Apostikha Tone 6
I have wasted the riches of the Father's gift.
I have blindly spent my life,
Separating myself by sin's evil reasonings
And satisfying my passions in pleasure.
I can now be likened to the senseless beasts
By my transgressing of the saving commands.
But, Christ, do not keep me from your sonship!
You willed to be crucified for my sake:
Accept me as a prodigal in my return and save me.
I have wasted...
In the memory of your saints, Lord,
All creation feasts!
Heaven rejoices with angels and earth celebrates with men!
By their prayers, have mercy on us.
Glory...Now and ever....
When your pure mother beheld you crucified,
She cried out in tears:
My Son and my God, my sweetest child!
How do you endure this shameful passion?
Third week of Lent Friday
Troparion Tone 8
By your word you have made all things with your might, O God
And have brought us from non-existence into being//
We beseech you, sinless Lord, do not leave us to our transgressions!
The righteous will rejoice *
when he sees the vengeance.