Aposticha of Lauds, of Compunction.

Glory. Both now. Theotokion.

Gather my scattered mind, Lord, and cleanse my hardened heart, granting me repentance as to Peter, groans as to the Publican, tears as to the Harlot, that with a loud voice I may cry to You: Save me, O God, as alone compassionate and lover of mankind.

Many times as I come to the end of singing hymns I am found to be full of sin, for though I utter songs with my tongue, with my soul I think on foul things; but set both to rights, Christ God, through repentance and save me.

Of the Martyrs.

Come, all peoples, let us honour the memory of the holy Champions; for they became a spectacle to Angels and to men and received from Christ the crown of victory, and the intercede for our souls.

As truly greater than the Angels in heaven, bring the supplication of humans upon earth, O All-holy, to the Master of all, that those who confess you with faith to be true Mother of God may be saved.