At the Aposticha, Prosomia.

Glory. Both now.

Tone 1. Joy of the heavenly hosts.

**Theotokion.**

Glory. Both now.

As leader of the heavenly hosts and strong defender, guard and deliverer of those on earth we sing your praise with faith, Michael Chief Captain, as we implore you to deliver us from every pain that brings destruction.

Who makes his Angels spirits, and his ministers a flame of fire.

The leader of the godlike Powers on high today invites the choirs of mortals to celebrate with Angels one radiant feast of their assembly and together sing to God the Thrice-holy Hymn.

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

Michael, godlike mind, guard under the shelter of your godlike wings us who have recourse to you in faith, and protect us throughout our life, and at the hour of death, Archangel, be present for us all as a most kindly helper.

**Tone 8. By Monk John.**

As leader and champion and prince of the Angels, glorious Chief Captain, free from every constraint and affliction, diseases and dread sins those who sincerely sing your praise and clearly beseech you, as one immaterial who contemplate the Immaterial and are made radiant by the unapproachable light of the Master of glory; for he took flesh from a Virgin for our sake through love for humankind, as he wished to save that which is human.

Apolytikion. Tone 4. Lifted up on the Cross.

Chief Captain 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 Captain 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.