Aposticha of Lauds. Of Compunction.

Glory. Both now.

**Theotokion.**

Another world awaits you, my soul, and a Judge who is to publish all your hidden and dread deeds. So do not stay with things here, but in anticipation cry out to the Judge: O God, be merciful to me and save me!

**Verse 1. We have been filled in the morning with your mercy, Lord, we have rejoiced and been glad. In all our days, let us be glad, for all the days when you have afflicted us, for the years when we have suffered adversity. Look upon your servants and your works, and guide their children.**

Do not reject me, held fast by sloth, my Saviour. Rouse my thought to repentance and show me to be a tried worker of your vineyard, granting the payment of the eleventh hour and your great mercy.

**Verse 2. And may the brightness of the Lord our God be upon us. Prosper the work of our hands, O prosper the work of our hands.**

Of the Martyrs.

Come, all you peoples, and let us honour with hymns and spirituals songs Christ’s Champions, the beacons of the world and heralds of the Faith, the ever-flowing source from which healings spring up for the faithful. At their intercessions, Christ our God, grant peace to your world and to our souls your great mercy.

Joy of the heavenly hosts.

More holy than all the holy Powers, more honourable than all creation, Mother of God, Sovereign Lady of the world, who bore the Saviour, as you are good, save us from ten thousand faults and dangers by your prayers.