at the liturgy

**Theotokion.**

The Beatitudes

Through a tree Adam became an exile from Paradise, but through the tree of the Cross the Thief dwelt in paradise; the one by tasting rejected the commandment of his maker, the other, crucified with him, confessed the hidden God, crying: Remember me in your kingdom.

O Holy Martyrs, fired with the love of Christ you quenched the fiery torch of impiety with the dew of your struggles, and you appeared as lamps of the Church with many lights, driving away by grace the darkness of the diseases and tribulations of our souls; therefore as is fitting we all honour you.

Sacred High priests, the company of inspired Prophets, choirs of Ascetics and the assembly of holy Women, served God and were glorified by virtuous deeds. Let us call them blessed, as we implore that at their prayers we may reach eternal glory and splendour.

Where your light shines, where choirs of Angels dwell, whence sighing and grief have fled establish your servants who have died before us and left this life of many sorrows, that they may hymn your ineffable goodness, O Saviour, overlooking the offences which they committed.

O undivided Trinity, wholly united in Father, Son and Spirit, yet not confounded in properties, three-personned Unity, give rest to those who have died with faith in you; at the prayers of your Martyrs, Saints and honoured Prophets granting them pardon and forgiveness.

The Word, whom the Father begot before the Morning Star, you conceived in your womb and bore in flesh when he became perfect man, acknowledged in two activities and wills, O Most Pure; implore him then to have pity as Creator and Lord on us who sing your praise, Maiden, Bride of God.

**END OF THE FOURTH TONE.**

A festal and a dancing tone, you bear

By musical opinion a fourth boast.

Dancers you welcome, and you form them too,

To voices give the prize, on cymbals beat.

You, the fourth Tone, as filled with melodies,

The serried lines of dancers eulogise.