Aposticha of Lauds. Of Compunction.

Glory. Both now.

**Theotokion.

Another world awaits you, 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!’

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

Of the Martyrs.

These soldiers of the great King opposed the decrees of tyrants, nobly despised their torments, and having trampled on every error, and been fittingly crowned, they ask of the Saviour peace and for our souls his great mercy.

All-praised Martyrs.**

Virgin all-praised, Moses with prophetic eyes saw the mystery that is in you, the bush that though in flames was unburned. For the fire of the Godhead did not burn up your womb, pure Maiden. And so we ask you, as Mother of our God, to grant peace to the