At the Aposticha, Prosomia of the Feast.

Glory. Both now.

Tone 2.

Glory. Both now.

The company of the Disciples is gathered from the ends of the earth in Gethsemane’s field, Mother of God, to bury your body which held God.

Arise, O Lord, to your rest: you and the Ark of your holiness.

O your mysteries, Pure Virgin, which are above nature! For as God’s Mother you have now radiantly departed to him, Mother of God.

The Lord has sworn truth to David; he will not turn from it: the fruit of your womb I shall set upon your throne.

The tomb of the Virgin and Mother of God is a ladder leading up to heaven those who ever glorify her with faith.

**Same melody.**

When you were translated to him who was born of you, O Virgin, the Apostles came together on clouds to bury your body.

Apolytikion of the Holy Icon. Tone 2.

We venerate your most pure icon, loving Lord, as we ask pardon of our offences, Christ God. For by your own choice you were well-pleased to ascend the Cross in the flesh, to deliver from the slavery of the enemy those whom you had fashioned; therefore with thanksgiving we cry to you: You have filled all things with joy, our Saviour, by coming to save the world.

And of the Feast.

In giving birth you retained your virginity; in falling asleep, O Mother of God, you did not abandon the world; you passed over into life, you the Mother of life; and by your prayers you deliver our souls from death.

And Dismissal.

Of the Feast. Tone 2. House of Ephratha.

With hymns the godly worshippers, as they accompanied your revered body that had received God, cried out, ‘Where do you now depart, Sovereign Lady?’

Rise, Lord, to your rest; you and the Ark of your sanctification.

Come, let us born of earth set in place the dance as we cry aloud the funeral hymns at the Translation of the Mother of God today.

The Lord has sworn truth to David, and will not annul it: Of the fruit of your womb I will place on your throne.

Earth has been blessed by your burial, O Virgin; while the air has been sanctified by you ascent, strange to the law of mortal nature.

It was fitting for the eye-witnesses and ministers of the Word to see the Falling Asleep of his mother according to the flesh, the final mystery concerning her, that they might not only see the Ascension of the Saviour from the earth, but also be witnesses to the Translation from earth of her who bore him. Therefore carried over from all parts by divine power, they came to Sion and escorted her, as she who is higher than the Cherubim hastened towards heaven. With them we worship her as she intercedes for our souls.