AT MATINS

After the 1st Reading from the Psalter Kathismata of Compunction.

Glory. Both now.

**Theotokion.**

Tone 3.

After the 2nd Reading, Kathismata.

**Theotokion.**

As you sojourn on earth, my soul, repent; dust in tomb does not sing hymns, is not delivered from faults; cry out to Christ God: Knower of hearts, I have sinned; before you condemn me, spare me, O God, and have mercy on me.

Glory. Both now.

**Theotokion.**

Lord, do not rebuke me in your anger; nor chastise me in your wrath.

After the 3rd Reading, Kathismata.

For how long, my soul, will you remain with your faults? Until when will you delay repentance? Call to mind the judgement to come, cry out to Christ God: Knower of hearts, I have sinned; sinless Lord, have mercy on me!

Glory. Both now.

Hail Mary, Mother and Virgin, the holy mountain, the Paradise in Eden; from whom without seed was born Christ God the Word, through whom life budded for the world.

At the dread assize, without accusers I am convicted, without witnesses I am condemned; for the books of the conscience are opened, and hidden deeds are disclosed; then before you are to examine my actions in that most public theatre, O God, have mercy on me and save me.

Lord, do not rebuke me in your anger; nor chastise me in your wrath.

A dread tribunal awaits me, Lord; for though I remain silent, my deeds cry out; but before that Christ God through repentance seek one who has strayed, and save me.

You have become a divine tabernacle of the Word, O Virgin Mother, alone pure, in purity surpassing Angels; purify me then, who above all others have become fouled by offences of the flesh, with the inspired streams of your prayers, and grant me, holy Lady, his great mercy.

As all-powerful by a word you brought to be the things of heaven and the things of earth; while the choirs of Angels, as they stand with trembling round about, offer you, O Master, unceasing praise, crying out by your light to all the ends of the earth; through them we too cry aloud to you: Save us by your compassion.

God is wonderful in his Saints, the God of Israel. ****

Of the Martyrs.

The courage of your endurance conquered the devices of the foe, origin of evil, All-praised Champions; therefore you have been granted eternal blessedness; but intercede with the Lord to save the flock of the people that loves Christ, for you are Martyrs for the truth.

With fear the things of heaven rejoiced, with trembling things on earth were glad when the immaculate voice came upon you, Mother of God; for one festival shone out for both, when the Master delivered the first-formed; and so with the Angel we cry to you: Hail, full of grace!