At the Aposticha, Prosomia. Tone 1.

Glory. Both now.

As we in the world celebrate a festival like the Angels, let us cry out to God, who is borne on a throne of glory, the hymn: Holy are you, heavenly Father; co-eternal Son, holy are you, and you, all-holy Spirit.

**Theotokion.**

Glory. Both now.

Who makes spirits his Angels and flames of fire his Ministers.

Foremost of the heavenly beings, and who stand with great boldness by the throne of unendurable glory, eye-witness of things unuttered, Michael Chief Captain, save us, who honour you devoutly year by year and who faithfully sing the praise of the Trinity.

Bless the Lord, O my soul; O Lord, my God, you have been greatly magnified.

You are clearly first of the bodiless Angels, and minister of the divine radiance, its eye-witness and initiate. Michael Chief Captain, save us, who honour you devoutly year by year and who faithfully sing the praise of the Trinity.

**Tone 8. By Monk John.**

As general and champion and Prince of Angels, free from every constraint, trouble and disease and from grievous sins those who sincerely praise and openly implore you, glorious Chief Captain, who as immaterial look on the Immaterial and are illumined by the unapproachable light of the Master’s glory; for he with love for mankind took flesh from a Virgin for our sakes, as he wished to save humanity.

Apolytikion. Tone 4. Lifted up on the Cross.

Chief Captains of the heavenly armies, we the unworthy implore you to protect us by your supplications with the shelter of the wings of your immaterial glory, guarding us as we fall down and insistently cry out: Deliver us from dangers, as Chief Captains of the Powers on high.

The mystery hidden from all eternity and unknown to Angels, has been revealed to those on earth through you, O Mother of God: God being made flesh in a union without confusion, and willingly accepting the Cross for us, through which he raised the first-formed man and saved our souls from death.

And Dismissal.