AT MATINS
Anastasis liturgical translations — translated by Ephrem Lash
After the 1st Reading from the Psalter Kathismata of Compunction.
Glory, Both now.
**Theotokion.**
Tone 3.
Glory, Both now.
**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.**
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!
Mother of God, our refuge and power, the mighty help of the world, by your intercessions protect your servants from every constraint, O only blessed one.
After the 2nd Reading from the Psalter, others.
Lord, you know the depth of my faults; give me your hand as you did Peter and save me.
When the just judgement comes upon you and the Judge of all is passing sentence, what defence will you give, my soul, unless before the end you cry: I have sinned, O God, and have mercy on me!
Mother without bridegroom, blest by God, heal my feeble soul, for wretch that I am I am held fast by faults; therefore I cry out with the groaning of my heart: Accept me, O All-spotless, who have much offended, that with boldness I may cry to you: Hail, full of grace.
After the 3rd Reading from the Psalter, others.
As we flee to your protection we cry out with faith from the depth of the soul: Prophet and Forerunner, blest by God, calm the tumult of trials and dangers and the swell of vices, and bring to naught the plans of foes, as you for us God’s great mercy.
As All-powerful you have made the memory of your Champions radiantly bright, Lord, for you gave them strength to imitate your sufferings; bravely they conquered the power of Beliar; therefore they have received gifts of healings. At their supplications, O Merciful, grant peace to your people.
Wherever each is saved, there rightly too he runs; and what other such refuge have we as you, O Mother of God, who protect our souls?
Translated by Ephrem Lash. Edition lash.en.anastasis.