Aposticha of Lauds, of Compunction.

Glory. Both now.

**Theotokion.**

I am a sheep of your rational flock, and I flee to you, the Good Shepherd; seek me out who have been led astray, O God, and have mercy on me.

A tempest of sins surrounds me, Saviour, and unable to bear the storm I fall down before you the only Pilot; stretch out your hand of love for mankind to me as to Peter and save me.

Of the Martyrs.

Holy Martyrs, by bravely proclaiming Christ in the stadium you have become companions of the Angels, for you abandoned all pleasures in the world as unreal and held fast to the faith as a sure anchor; therefore too having driven out error you are a source of gifts of healings for the faithful as you intercede without ceasing that our souls may be saved.

Mother of God, universal Queen, boast of the Orthodox, put to shame the insolence and faces of heretics, who do not venerate, nor honour, O All-pure, your revered image.