Wasted by the disease of sin,
I lie on the bed of despair.
Physician of the sick, visit me in your love for mankind!
Most merciful one, do not let me awake shamefully in death,
But enable me to cry with all my heart to you:
Lord, bestower of mercy, Glory to you!
Wasted by the disease of sin...
Now and ever...
Gabriel's message to the Virgin
Was the beginning of salvation,
For she heard his greeting, rejoice!
And did not reject his salutation.
She did not doubt like Sarah in the tent,
But she replied: behold the handmaiden of the Lord,
Be it unto me according to your word!
(after the 3rd reading of the Psalter):
Sessional hymn Tone 5
Yesterday and today, Lazarus is sick.
His sisters make it known to Christ.
Bethany, prepare yourself with joy,
To welcome as your guest the Lord and King
And to cry aloud with us:
O Lord, Glory to you!
Yesterday and today, Lazarus is sick...
Now and ever...
Most holy Mother of God, defense of Christians,
Deliver your people,
For now and at all times we call upon you fervently!
Make war upon our arrogant and shameful thoughts
That we may cry to you:
Rejoice, ever Virgin!
Apostikha Tone 5
Since you have slipped and are bound by the cords of sin,
Why are you lazy, my soul?
Why are you careless?
Flee, like Lot from Sodom and Gomorrah!
Do not look back, lest you become a pillar of salt;
Instead, be saved on the mount of good works.
Always flee the burning of the merciless rich man;
Instead, go forward like Lazarus with humility,
Into the bosom of Abraham,
Crying: Lord, my hope and refuge, Glory to you!
Since you have slipped...
Lord, your suffering saints endured tortures,
Imitating the ranks of angels,
In unison hoping for enjoyment of promised blessings.
By their prayers, Christ our God,
Grant peace to your world, and great mercy to our souls!
Glory... Now and ever...
We entreat you as the Mother of God:
Blessed one, pray to save our souls!
Sixth (Palm) week of Lent Tuesday
Troparion of the prophecy Tone 5
Savior, in the Virgin who gave birth to you,
You have given us an invincible wall!
Through her, we entreat you:
Take our souls from the evils that surround you!
Prokeimenon of the prophecy Tone 4
Help me, O Lord my God * and save me according to your mercy. Verse: Do not be silent to my praise, O God!
You are a priest forever * after the order of Melchizedek. Verse: The Lord said to my Lord: sit at my right hand!
Sixth (Palm) Week
"Lord I call..."
Tone 2(by Joseph)
Ruled by many passions,
Weakened by all the assaults of the evil one,
My heart lies shamefully in the tomb of laziness,
Crushed with senselessness as with a stone.
Savior, by your life-bearing cross
You gave life to those who were in hell:
Awaken me, and give me life,
So that in fear, I may glorify your divinity!
At the prompting of the evil one,
I have always loved the riches of corrupting pleasure
And without conscience I have delighted in vanity.
I have despised my mind when it groaned like Lazarus
And hungered for the food of God.
Word, deliver me in your tender mercy from the flames to come
That I may glorify you, lover of mankind!
Tone 3(by Theodore)
Today Lazarus has died;
Bethany laments for him.
But, Savior, you shall raise him from the dead,
Giving in your friend assurance of your awesome resurrection,
Of the death of hell, the life of Adam!
Therefore we sing your praises!
Prokeimenon Tone 4
The fear of the Lord * is the beginning of wisdom! Verse: I will give thanks to you, Lord, with my whole heart!
Clothed in the divinely-woven purple of self-mastery,
The fine linen of incorruption,
You have mocked your own dignity, my soul!
You have sought pleasure and wealth in sin,
Looking down on your brothers, as the rich man on poor Lazarus.
But that you may not be chastised with him
Be poor in spirit, and cry to the Lord who was humbled for your sake:
You wore the purple of mockery before the cross;
You were crucified naked for my sake,
Deliver me from eternal shame,
Vesting me in the robe of your kingdom, O Christ.
Clothed in the divinely-woven purple...
How good is your trade, O saints:
You shed blood and gained heaven.
Smitten for a time, you rejoice in eternity.
Your trade is good indeed!
By forsaking corruption, you inherited incorruption.
With the angels you ceaselessly praise the consubstantial Trinity.
Glory... Now and ever...
Son, a sword pierced my heart,
The Virgin cried
When she beheld Christ upon the tree.
It wounds me, Savior, as Simeon foretold of old.
But arise and glorify your mother and slave, immortal one!