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.

The Soldiers of Christ rejected the fear of kings and tyrants and bravely and courageously they confessed him, the Lord and God and King of all, and they intercede for our souls.

Without seed you conceived of the Holy Spirit, and as we glorify you we cry out: Hail, All-holy Virgin!