AT MATINS

The Anavathmi, the 1st Antiphon in Tone 4.

Prokeimenon. Tone 4.

Glory. Both now.

**After the 1st Reading from the Psalter, Kathisma.**

After the 2nd Reading, Kathisma.

Tone 4. Êáôåðëάãç Ἰùóὴö .

Glory. Both now.

David, cry out: ‘What is this present feast? The one I sang of in the book of Psalms, he says, as daughter and child of God and Virgin, Christ, who was born from her without seed, has taken over to the mansions of the world to come; and therefore mothers and daughters and brides of Christ rejoice as they cry: Hail, you who have passed over into the palaces on high’.

Glory. Both now.

**The same.**

Then the Sticheron for Psalm 50.

Tone 1. Ôὸí ôάöïí óïõ Óùôὴñ

Then the two Canons are sung. The 1st in Tone 1, with the Irmi, to 8 and the 2nd in Tone 4, with the Irmi, to 6. Finally the Irmi again as Katavsias.

The all-honoured choir of the wise Apostles was wondrously assembled to bury with glory your immaculate body, O all-praised Mother of God. With them the multitudes of Angels also raised their song as they reverently praised your Translation, which we celebrate with faith.

**The same.** ****

After the Polyeleos, Kathisma.

Tone 3. Ôὴí ὡñáéόôçôá .

In your giving birth conception was without seed; in your falling asleep death was without corruption. A double wonder ran to meet a wonder, O Mother of God; for how could one who knew not wedlock suckle a babe, while yet remaining pure? How could God’s Mother be carried as a corpse while yet giving off sweet fragrance? And so with the Angel we cry to you: ‘Hail, full of grace!’

**The same**

I will remember your name from generation to generation.

Listen, O daughter, see and incline your ear; and forget your people and your father’s house. ****

Let everything that has breath. **After the Gospel and Psalm 50:**

At the prayers of the Mother of God, O Merciful, wipe out the multitude of my transgressions.

At the prayers of the Mother of God, O Merciful, wipe out the multitude of my transgressions.

Have mercy on me, O God, according to your great mercy; and according to the multitude of your compassions wipe away my offence.

Tone 6. By Vyzas.

When the Translation of your immaculate Body was being prepared, the Apostles surrounded your deathbed and looked on you with dread. And as they gazed at your body they were seized with awe, while Peter cried out to you with tears: ‘Immaculate Virgin, I see you, who are the life of all, lying here outstretched, and I am struck with wonder; for in you the Delight of the life to come made his dwelling. But fervently implore your Son and God that your City may be kept safe from harm’.

First Canon, of which the Acrostic is:

Let the godly minded keep festival. ****

A Composition by Kyr Kosmas.