Ode 1. Tone 1. The Irmos.

Exapostilarion of the Indiction. With the Disciples.

Of the Indiction. Ode 3. The Irmos..

Let us, all peoples, sing a song of victory to him who rescued Israel from the bitter slavery of Pharao, and guided him dryshod in the depth of the sea; for he has been glorified.

Kontakion of the Saint. Tone 2. Model Melody.

The Magnificat is not sung.

Theotokion. The same melody.

Let us all sing a song of victory to Christ, through whom all things were established, and in whom they continue unerringly, as to the subsistent Word born of God, the Father without beginning; for he has been glorified.

Of the Indiction. Ode 5. The Irmos.

Let us all sing a song of victory to Christ, who at the Father’s good pleasure appeared from a Virgin and proclaimed an acceptable year of the Lord, redemption for us; for he has been glorified.

Of the Indiction. Ode 6. The Irmos.

Coming to Nazareth the provider of the Law would teach on the Sabbath, instructing the Hebrews of his coming, through which, as he is merciful, he will save our race.

Of the Indiction. Ode 7. The Irmos..

Let us, all Believers, ever praise in song the Maiden beyond marvels, who made Christ dawn on the world and who filled all things with the joy of everlasting life; for she has been glorified.

Of the Indiction. Ode 8. The Irmos..

Steadfastly, O Martyrs, you struggled with the opponent, first as ascetics, then later by the contest through blood; therefore in faith we celebrate your memories.

Of the Indiction. Ode 9. The Irmos.

The weakness of the flesh forgotten, wounded by love for him who for us endured cross and death, the holy women followed in his footsteps.

Worship of pagans and temples of demons you hurled to the ground with the weapon of faith, and you were offered to the heavenly temple as living treasures, all-honoured Martyrs.

All spotless one, strengthened by the grace of him who dawned from your womb, the young maidens escaped the swell of tortures and were brought in your train rejoicing.

As with the broken instrument of my tongue I weave this song for you, Godbearing Symeon, grant me through your supplications divinely inspired light of knowledge.

Persians, Ethiopians, Indians and Scythians and a multitude of Arabs recognised your wisdom, Father, and they glorified Christ who is glorified through you.

You were filled with spiritual grace; for, like Jacob, David and Moses, you appeared from the sheepfolds as leader of spiritual flocks, O blessed one.

Immaculate Mother of God, hail honoured one, who contained in your womb the uncontainable God, entreat that those who sing your praise you may be redeemed.

A Cross Moses traced out as he cut the Red Sea in a straight line with his rod for Israel as they marched on foot; and then united it again, overwhelming Pharao with his chariots, as with another line he marked out the invincible weapon. Therefore let us sing to Christ our God, for he has been glorified.

Establish me, O Christ, on the unshakeable rock of your commandments, and enlighten me with the light of your face; for none is holy but you, O Lover of mankind.

Establish, O Good One, the fruitful vine, which your right hand has planted with love upon the earth, preserving your Church, O All-powerful.

Grant, Lord, that those who in faith sing your praise as God of the universe, may pass through this year abounding in spiritual works, well-pleasing to God.

Let the circle of the year be calm for me, O merciful Christ, and fill me with your divine words, which you appeared speaking to the Jews on the Sabbath.

As the one who alone surpassing nature received the grace that surpasses mankind, Christ our God, who dwelt unaltered in your womb, we ever glorify you.

Of the Holy Women. He weakened the bow.

Strengthened by almighty strength, you overthrew the power of your opponents; therefore as victors you have been crowned by Christ.

The jaws of the wild beasts were seen to be powerless through Christ’s divine might, and you were delivered, God-bearers, unharmed as you honoured God.

Made divine by your intent on God, O Victors, you beat off the chill of polytheism and reached the warmth of the glory on high.

We know and devoutly proclaim you, All-spotless One, to be most truly Mother of God; for through you the Creator deigned to speak with us.

Of the Saint..

Swiftly fleeing the icy blast of the winds, you boldly reached a dwelling of salvation, Symeon, from which you plucked the fruit of life that does not age.

Gladly you inclined your obedient ear to the Master who promised blessedness; and blessed was the way of life you found.

Having welcomed the seeds of the word in the furrows of your heart, with floods of tears, you reaped for Christ a full ear of virtues.

Bride of God, ineffably you conceived the Saviour and Lord, who from troubles delivers us who call on you in truth.

A Rod is accepted as a figure of the mystery; for by its budding it marks out the priest. While for the Church that once was barren the Tree of the Cross has flowered for strength and steadfastness.

Kathisma of the Saint. Tone 8. The Wisdom and Word.

Burning with faith, wise Father, and despising all temporary things, you followed Christ, in the power of the Spirit, having melted your body, Venerable One, by self-mastery, ever looking towards the glory of heaven; therefore you found for your divine ascent the ladder of the pillar fitting your longing, holy Symeon. Intercede with Christ God to grant forgiveness of offences to those who feast with love your holy memory.

**Of the Holy Women.**

Tone 1. The soldiers watching.

Rational Lambs, having finished your course and kept the faith, faithfully you were offered through martyrdom to the Lamb and Shepherd. And so today with joy we praise your sacred memory, noble Saints, as we magnify Christ.

**Of the Indiction.**

Tone 4. Joseph was amazed..

As to the Master of the universe and Giver of good things, with faith we fall down before you, as we fervently cry out: Entreated by your compassion, Saviour, and by the prayers of her who gave you birth, and of those who have ever been well pleasing to you, as you are good vouchsafe to grant a prosperous year to those who honour you in two natures and faithfully glorify you.

Of the Indiction. Ode 4.

I have learned of your dispensation, All-powerful One, and I have glorified you with fear, O Saviour.

Your people offers you its annual firstfruits, glorifying you with Angels’ hymns, O Saviour.

As you love mankind, grant, O Christ, that those who start the year may complete it in a way pleasing to you.

Almighty, only Lord, grant to the world that the revolutions of the years be calm.

Let us all hymn the Mother of God as harbour and sure hope of our souls.

Of the Holy Women. The One seated.

Having endured tortures and rackings of the body by varied means, crushing and burning of the limbs, you have inherited heavenly dwellings and enjoy the tree of life, O Admirable ones.

The Powers of heaven marvelled at the struggle of the blessed maidens, how they routed the foe, being given power in their woman’s nature by the power of him who dawned from a woman.

Having cast aside all the vanity of the world, you clung with your whole soul to God and to him alone; therefore, Brides of Christ, you endured most stoutly the toils of the ascetic life and of the martyr’s contest.

Bearing the Cross as the strongest of weapons, you stood in battle against hostile regiments. With Christ, who conquered the world by the power of his divinity, you carried off the victory.

The Lord came down as rain upon a fleece into your womb, as the Prophet said of old, All-pure one, the Lord whom you bore in two natures, to whom we cry: Glory, O Christ, to your power.

Of the Saint. Lord, I have heard.

It was not on sand but on the deepest toils that you laid the foundation of your ascetic life, All blessed one, and built an unshakeable tower of virtues.

The roughest rope your body’s lot to nail it to the fear of the spirit, you found, O Venerable one, the allotment of a divine inheritance.

The hidden passions of the body ebbed away in rotting decay, that even the worms feared you as you slept.

Imitating the life-giving Dead after his voluntary passion, as in a tomb you placed yourself in a gloomy well

Immaculate Mary, implore the God whom you bore to grant your servants pardon of their offences.

Lord, I have heard the mystery of your dispensation; I have considered your works and glorified your Godhead.

Rising in the night we hymn you, O Christ, without beginning with the Father, and the Saviour of our souls. Grant the world peace, O Lover of mankind.

O Christ, who fill all things with goodness, grant to your servants that, crowned with blessings, the many circled time may be temperate and prosperous.

Let the change of the year be an alteration for the better and a condition of peace for us who know you, O Word, to be coeternal with the Father.

Without beginning with the Father, you who are beyond time came upon earth, announcing in the Father’s name forgiveness for prisoners and new sight for the maimed.

Our hopes and our confidence we place in you, Mother of God, make him to whom you gave birth kindly to us.

Of the Holy Women. The ungodly will not see.

As spotless lambs, as acceptable sacrifices, O Martyrs, you were offered to the true Lamb and Shepherd, as whole burnt offerings and acceptable holocausts.

Slain in body, you were alive in soul, O Martyrs, for you imitated the Cross, the death and the voluntary sufferings of him who slew the strength of death.

Being of one mind in many bodies, rent by divers scourges and burned by fire, the Godly-minded Martyrs confessed one Lord Jesus.

Set me upright, who am fallen into a pit of temptations, and pilot me, O only all-spotless one, who gave birth to God, the pilot who by his goodness united things formerly separated.

Of the Saint. Enlighten us.

Christ showed you, Symeon, to be a new Daniel; for, through a revelation, he brought you unharmed from a pit infested with wild beasts.

Offering your whole self to the Lord, you bared yourself to the hostile elements of snow, ice and heat.

You were shown to be a new Moses and a new Elias, throughout your life living for the forty days on one meal, venerable Father.

Ever implore your Son and our God, pure Mary who knew not wedlock, to send down his mercy upon us the faithful.

Thrice-blessed Tree, on which Christ, the King and Lord, was stretched! Through it the one who deceived through a tree has fallen, caught by the bait of God who was nailed to you in the flesh and who grants peace to our souls.

You saved the Prophet from the whale, O Lover of mankind, bring me too up from the deep of offences, I beg.

Grant, Master, that with the start of the year we may offer you the first fruits of a life that is pleasing to you.

Compassionate Saviour, by participation in your law show us who sing your praise to be full of days of the Spirit.

O you who gave birth to Christ our God, we beg you, deliver from every threat those who flee to you.

Of the Holy Women. He cried out, foreshadowing.

Their foremother was overjoyed as she watched the one who formerly exiled her by trickery from Paradise broken and trampled down by women’s feet.

You combined the ascetic life with the contest of martyrdom, and now you have been joined without corruption to the Bridegroom of souls, and with joyful souls you take your places in the divine bridal chamber.

Mounting wild waves of tortures could not sink the vessels of the Martyrs, for with a strong hand they made for the divine havens.

As you see the fulfilment of your words, magnify even more, O Mother of God, him who magnified you; for behold all generations truly call you blessed.

Of the Saint. Grant me a tunic.

Blessed Father, Christ displayed you as a worker of signs and wonders, having shown you to be a dwelling place of divine force.

Your body was raised on the column as on a cross; therefore you have been glorified with Christ who was raised on a tree for your sake.

Having found a pathway in the air, inspired Symeon, bring up to the heights of heaven those who faithfully sing your praise.

We the faithful declare you, Mother of God, to be the temple and ark of God, living bridal chamber and gate of heaven.

Jonas, stretching out his hands like a cross in the belly of the sea monster, clearly prefigured the saving Passion. Escaping from there on the third day, he was an image of the transcendent Resurrection of Christ God, who was nailed in the flesh and by his rising on the third day enlightened the world.

Seeking things above and joined to things below, you made your column a chariot of fire, through which you have become a companion of the Angels, with them unceasingly imploring Christ God on behalf of us all.

What human will ever suffice to sing the praise of Symeon’s blameless life? Nevertheless with God’s wisdom I shall hymn the contests and struggles of the hero, of the one who appeared on earth as a beacon for all mortals, and by perseverance shone brightly for the choir of Angels; for singing with them unceasingly he does not cease imploring Christ on behalf of us all.

The Month of September, having 30 days.

The day has 12 hours and the night 12 hours.

On the 1st of the month, Beginning of the Indiction, that is of the New Year.

New year’s Indiction bless for us, we pray,

O you, both Ancient and, for mankind, New.

Note that the Church of God celebrates the Indiction, having received the tradition from the ancients, for it was thought by the Romans that this Indiction marked the beginning of the year (the word Indiction means for the Romans ‘boundary’). Moreover because on this day Our Lord Jesus Christ entered the Synagogue of the Jews and being handed a book (it was that of the Prophet Isaias), He opened it and found the passage where it is written: ‘The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, therefore He has anointed me; He has sent me to preach the gospel to the poor; to heal the broken hearted; to proclaim forgiveness for prisoners, and sight to the blind; to proclaim an acceptable year of the Lord’ . Then he handed the book to the attendant, sat down and said: ‘To-day this Scripture has been fulfilled in your ears’. When too the crowds marvelled at the words of grace that came from his mouth

On the same day we commemorate the marvel which took place through the Holy Mother of God in the Monastery of the Miasini; and the fire that took place.

Strange was the catch that by itself came up

From harbour’s depth: the Virgin’s honoured image.

The commemoration of the Mother of God of the Miasini is kept because of the wonder-working and holy ikon of the Mother of God which had been thrown into the harbour of Zagouros, of the Monastery of the Miasini, through fear of the iconoclasts, and was, by God’s good pleasure, returned unharmed after many years.

The commemoration of the fire; because of the great fire which took place in Constantinople, because of our sins, in the reign of Leo the great King, nicknamed the Pick-axe, in the year 450, and which ravaged by fire most of the city in seven days.

On the same day, commemoration of our venerable Father Symeon the Stylite.

His pillared station Symeon left behind,

And took his stand beside the Word of God.

High stepping Symeon died on the first of the month of September.

Symeon the Stylite lived in the reign of Leo the Great and when Martyrios was Bishop of Antioch. He came from the Eparchy of Cilicia, from the village of Sesan. He adopted the monastic life and having ascended a column, he persevered there for forty seven years and having become the worker of many wonders he died in peace.

On the same day, commemoration of the Venerable Martha, mother of the Venerable Symeon; and of the Venerable Evanthia; and the falling asleep of Jesus son of Navi.

On earth of old once Martha welcomed Christ.

Now Christ in heaven, Martha, welcomes you.

The sun that once he halted left behind,

Now Jesus contemplates the Sun of glory.

This Jesus was the son of Navi and successor of Moses as lawgiver for the Hebrews. He captured Jericho, a city of foreigners and saw the Chief Captain Michael holding a sword. On learning that he was the Chief Captain of the Power of the Lord, he threw away his arms and fell at his feet. Once when fighting a battle against foreigners the sun was about to set, so in his zeal for battle he prayed to God and said: ‘Let the sun stand still’; and at once the sun stopped in its course and did not set until he had mightily routed the foreigners. He was commander of the people and led them from the wilderness and apportioned to them the land of Promise, which is Palestine. He judged the people of Israel for twenty seven years, became the dread of his enemies and, having displayed his courage and virtue in many wars, died and was buried with honour by his own people.

On the same day, commemoration of the forty Holy Women Martyrs, Virgins and Ascetics, and of the Deacon Ammoun, their teacher.

For virgins double twenty fire and sword

Secured as Bridegroom Christ the Son of God.

A helmet heated in the flames Ammoun received:

Stripped off his covering of flesh with joy.

These Martyrs were from Adrianoupolis in Macedonia, and being Christians they followed Christ, having as their teacher the Deacon Ammoun. Arrested by Vavdos the Governor of Adrianoupolis and fiercely tortured for not worshipping the idols they prayed to God, and the priest of the idols was suspended in mid-air, was punished for many hours then fell and perished. Saint Ammoun was strung up and his sides were burned; then a red-hot helmet was placed on his head. Delivered from this, he was sent with the holy Virgins from Verroi to Heraklion in Thrace, to the tyrant Licinius; and by the latter’s decision ten of them were thrown into the flames, eight with their teacher were beheaded; another ten died by being pierced with swords in face and heart, six were cut to pieces with knives, the rest departed to the Lord having been made to swallow lumps of heated iron.

On the same day, commemoration of the Holy Martyrs, sister and brothers, Evodos, Kallisti and Hermogenes.

Fairest indeed the end Kallisti found,

With her two brothers, likewise fair , cut down.

These holy martyrs were sister and brothers, born from the same womb and born again spiritually from the divine font, at the times of the preaching. But when they were denounced to the Governor as Christians and the noble courage and unshakeable resolve of their soul was realised, the Governor passed sentence of death by the sword against them; and having thus completed the race of martyrdom, they departed to the Lord

The venerable Meletios the Young, ascetic on the mountain of Nyoupolis, died in peace.

The Holy New Martyr Angelis, who bore his witness in Constantinople in 1680, died by the sword.

At their holy intercessions, O God, have mercy on us. Amen.

The Youths brought up together in piety, despising the impious decree, did not fear the threat of the fire, but standing in the middle of the flames they sang, ‘God of our fathers, blessed are you!’

As we begin the year let us the Orthodox people offer the first fruits of our hymns to Christ who reigns over the kingdom without bounds, as we devoutly sing: God of our fathers, blessed are you!

O Christ who exist before the ages, Lord for ever and ever, the source of goodness, fill the year with your good gifts for us who sing: God of our fathers, blessed are you!

Christ our Master, we your servants bring you in intercession your pure Mother, that your people may be delivered from every difficulty, as they sing: God of our fathers, blessed are you!

Of the Holy Women. He who saved in fire.

How undaunted your resolution, Godbearing Ammoun; for as leader of the choir of virgins you did not flinch at tortures, but died with them, as minister and initiate of God’s glory.

How wise you are, Escort of the brides; with words of courage you anoint the Martyrs: let them fix their gaze on the Bridegroom and bravely endure the pains of the flesh as they cry: God of our fathers, blessed are you!

The noble Martyrs in the stadium cried out: Maidens, let us not falter. See, the stadium is open. Let us stand bravely; Christ is holding out the crowns. Let us not spare our bodies.

Blessed is the fruit of your blessed womb, whom the Powers of heaven and the ranks of mortals bless, for he has delivered us from the ancient curse, O Blessed one.

Of the Saint. Youths who honoured God.

You ended a drought for the despairing and opened for them the gates of rain, and steadied the shaken land, and you taught peoples to cry: Blessed is the God of our fathers!

As a mighty beacon of the Church and sun of many lights, O Symeon, you sent out beams in all directions , enlightened peoples and taught them to cry: Blessed is the God of our fathers!

Streams flowing together from every side, Servant of Christ, a sea of men welded together in the fold of your ascetic discipline, was taught by you to cry out: Blessed is the God of our fathers!

Of old in the arms of the Elder, but now in the tables of your heart, Venerable Symeon, Christ took his rest by his invisible power; therefore you cried: Blessed is the God of our fathers!

It was fitting for him who took flesh without seed to come forth from you, immaculate Virgin; for you, O Pure one, brought forth him who surpasses all things, to whom with hymns we shout and cry: Blessed is the God of our fathers!

The senseless decree of a godless tyrant, redolent of threats and blasphemies hateful to God, drove peoples to confusion. But neither the fury of wild beasts nor the roaring of the fire frightened three Youths; but united in the fire that answered with a spirit bringing dew they sang, ‘O our God and the God of our Fathers, O highly exalted, blessed are you!’

Praise in hymns Christ God, who protected the Youths as they sang praises in the furnace and who turned the roaring furnace into dew, and highly exalt him to the ages.

The holy Church offers you, O Christ, as author of salvation, the first fruits of the year as she cries: Praise in hymns and highly exalt Christ to the ages.

The Creator who wisely made all things new out of nothing, and arranges the revolutions of the seasons by his will, praise in hymns and highly exalt him to the ages.

To God who arranges all things and alters the seasons for the varied guidance of mankind we sing: Praise him in hymns and highly exalt him to the ages.

In the passing and the revolutions of the years the ranks of Orthodox mortals, pure Virgin Mother of God, sing your praise as God’s Mother and salvation of all.

Of the Holy Women. The Offspring of the Mother of God.

As Martyrs you wrapped yourselves in garments bright and shining as from blood, having together truly put off the humanity that was corrupted by sins, and you sang: You his works praise the Lord, and highly exalt him to all the ages.

Enlightened by abundant floods of light, the divine brightness of the spiritual Sun, you ran, O Martyrs, through the night of godlessness as you sang in unison of soul: You his works praise the Lord, and highly exalt him to all the ages.

Like sheep like spotless lambs, like divine doves and willing victims, and like unblemished sacrifices, O Martyrs, you were offered to the Creator as you sang in harmony: You his works praise the Lord and highly exalt him to all the ages.

On the orders of lawless tyrants you underwent an unjust death, your limbs cut up, battered with rods, mercilessly struck, slain by the sword; and so in joy you inherit your rich undying recompense.

Women ran behind you, all pure Bride of God, sensing the sweet fragrance of the perfumes of the only-begotten Son who shone forth from your womb, and they reign with you indeed as they praise Christ to the ages.

Of the Saint.

Having left every attachment and pitying a mother’s weakness, as though living you appeared after death, crying out: Hymn the Lord and highly exalt him to all the ages.

You gave strength to a paralysed sick youth and ordered him to carry the tribal chief like his bed on his shoulders as he hymned the Lord and highly exalted him to all the ages.

He who made Job shine brightly through suffering, when your flesh was suppurating with rottenness turned you, servant of Christ, into a priceless pearl, as he glorified you, Symeon, to all the ages.

At Symeon’s entreaties, Master, you summoned a vengeful robber chief, as of old the Thief on the tree; therefore we hymn you and highly exalt you to all the ages.

Virgin Mother of God, who received the Angel’s ‘Hail!’, bore the Lord of glory and made the light dawn on the world, we all hymn you and glorify you.

O Youths, equal in number to the Trinity, bless the Creator, Father, God; sing the praises of the Word who descended and changed the fire to dew, and highly exalt the all-holy Spirit that grants life to all, to the ages.

The bush that unburned blazed with fire showed an image of you pure child-bearing; and now we beseech you to quench the furnace of temptations which rages against us, that we me ceaselessly magnify you, O Mother of God.

O Word and Power of God, true and hypostatic Wisdom, who hold together and govern all things, dispose the season which now confronts your servants in a condition of calm

Alone you existed before the ages, as maker and sovereign of ages, three-personned, one indivisible Godhead; at the prayers of the holy Mother of God proclaim the victory to your inheritance.

Saviour and Master of all, Creator and Ruler of creation, at the prayers of her who bore you without travail, give peace to your world, and guard your Church unceasingly from faction.

Of the Holy Women. Eve by the sickness.

The all-blessed Martyrs pour out streams of healings as from a fountain for those in need, they halt the ravages of disease, dispel the heat of passions, fire the hearts of those who love God, to bring forth the good fruit of godly deeds.

The godly Deacon Ammoun with Kelsina and forty other godly minded holy women competed like trained athletes and received their crowns; and now they dance with the Angels, while we, as is right, call them blest.

Having raised your might against the foe you were exalted and have become as Angels. You enjoy the tree of life in Paradise without constraint, O Brides of God, and now you possess a source of blessings, as you intercede for the world.

Blameless Maiden, you have been revealed as the place of the mighty Wisdom beyond understanding, a living throne and gateway; therefore virgins loved you as Queen, O Virgin, and have been brought in your train, O Child of God.

Of the Saint.

As one who had shown himself a king through steadfastness in sufferings, godly Symeon, Christ approved you as sharer of his royal rule; therefore in hymns we magnify you.

Granted the grace of healing from the inexhaustible treasury of the Spirit, godly Symeon, you reward with healings those who celebrate your memory.

You have walked the path of heavenly virtue, you have displayed the prize from on high, you have reached the heavenly dwellings: intercede that our souls may be saved.

You have been shown to be the bush that burned yet was not consumed by fire, by conceiving without seed, O Virgin, the God and Saviour of the world, whom we unceasingly magnify.

Mystic Paradise are you, O Mother of God; untilled you brought forth Christ, who planted on the earth the life-giving Tree of the Cross. And so, as it is raised today, we worship it and magnify you.

The death that came to the race through eating of the tree has, through the Cross, today been made of no effect. For the curse on all mankind of our mother Eve has been abolished by the shoot of the pure Mother of God, whom all the Powers of heaven magnify.

O God of gods and Lord, three-personned nature, unapproachable, eternal, uncreated and almighty creator of the universe, we all fall before you and we implore you: as you are good, bless this present year, preserve our Sovereigns and all your people in peace, O Merciful One.

Of the Saint. The same melody.

Like a beacon, Venerable one, your light-bearing life blazed out and enlightened the whole earth with the rays of your wonders; for through a pillar, Father, you ascended as by a ladder to God, where truly exists the goal of all desires, as you intercede for those who honour you, blest Symeon.

As Saviour and Master of all creation, who fix times and seasons by your authority, crown the circle of the year, O Merciful, with blessings of goodness, preserving your people in peace, unharmed, unhurt, we beseech you, at the prayers of her who bore you and of all the godly Saints.

At Lauds we insert 4 Verses and we sing the following Idiomels.

Tone 3. By Monk John.

Word of the Father before time, who are in the form of God and who brought all creation out of non-being into being; and who fix times and seasons by your own authority: bless the crown of the year with your goodness, granting peace to your Churches, victories to our faithful Sovereign, abundant fruit of the earth and your great mercy.

By the same. Tone 4.

Your kingdom, Christ God, is the kingdom of all the ages, and your dominion is from generation to generation; you have made all things in wisdom, fixing for us times and seasons; therefore we thank you for all things and through all things we cry out: Bless the crown of the year with your goodness and grant that we may all cry out to you without condemnation: Lord, glory to you!

The same melody. By Andrew of Pyros.

Your paths, O God, your paths are great and wonderful; therefore we magnify you for the might of your dispensation, for, light from light, you visited your wretched world, and in your good pleasure, O Word, did away with the first curse on ancient Adam, and you fixed for us times and seasons for glorifying your all-pervading goodness. Lord, glory to you!

Tone 2. By Germanos.

When by your Passion, Lord, you established the whole world, then the weak clothed themselves in power: women showed manly courage against the villainous tyrant, and having reversed the mother’s defeat of old, they have reached the pleasure of Paradise, to your glory, who were born of a woman and have saved the human race.

**Of the Saint. Tone 2.**

A good fruit sprung from a good root, Symeon, holy from infancy, was nurtured on grace rather than milk; and having raised his body on a rock and his mind yet higher towards God, with virtues he built a habitation in the skies, and walking on high with the divine Powers he has become a dwelling place of Christ, God and the Saviour of our souls.

**Tone 8. By Germanos.**

O Word, Christ God, who brought the whole universe into being, who fix times and seasons for us, bless the works of your hands, by your power make our faithful Sovereign glad, granting him strength against barbarians, for you alone are good and love mankind.

Great Doxology, and Dismissal.