Glory..., Now and ever..., in Tone II —
On “Lord, I have cried…”, these stichera, in Tone I —
Now & ever…: Theotokion, or this stavrotheotokion: Spec. Mel.: “Having set all aside…” —
Troparion, in Tone VIII —
Glory..., Now and ever..., in Tone II —
With hymns let us honor the most lauded Juvenal, who was young in soul, but mature in understanding, a pastor and teacher, the impregnable rampart of Orthodoxy, the all-radiant star of the Church, the father and patriarch of the mother of the Churches.
Thou didst proclaim unto the world the three-Sunned light of Orthodoxy, didst thunder greatly against the heretics, and didst suffer for the sake of the Truth, O divinely wise Juvenal; wherefore, we praise thee as is meet.
Having honed the sword of the Word of God to sharpness, thou didst put to shame the impiety of Nestorius, didst denounce the false teaching of Eusebius, and didst make clear the dogmas of Orthodoxy, O most sacred father Juvenal; wherefore, make us steadfast in the apostolic Faith.
Glory…, in Tone VI —
When the winds of contrary doctrines blew and storms of heresies rose up against the Church, thou wast like an unshakable pillar, O wondrous Juvenal; for, rejecting the false teaching of Eutyches, thou didst confess Christ to be the true God-man, and putting the impiety of Nestorius to shame, thou didst declare unto the world that the Ever-virgin Mary is the true Theotokos. Wherefore, instructed by thee, we cry out unceasingly unto God: Through the Theotokos, have mercy upon us!
Of old, when the unblemished ewe-lamb, the immaculate Mistress, beheld her Lamb uplifted upon the Cross, she exclaimed maternally and, marvelling, cried aloud: “O my Child most sweet, what is this new and all-glorious sight? How is it that the ungrateful assembly hath betrayed Thee to the judgment of Pilate and condemneth Thee, the Life of all, to death? Yet do I hymn, O Word, Thine ineffable condescension!”
On “Lord, I have cried...,” 6 stichera, in Tone IV: Spec. Mel: “Thou hast given a sign...” —
In that Thou art compassionate, O Thou Who lovest mankind, Thou hast given Thy Mother unto Thy servants as an aid, and through her Thou hast wrought Thine ineffable and awesome dispensation and hast restored our pristine and divine estate. Wherefore, honoring her most-honored festival, we hymn Thy might, O almighty Jesus, Savior of our souls. Twice
O all-hymned one, with thy precious robe dost thou ever protect the city which doth honor and glorify thee, as is meet, from godless barbarians, famine and earthquake and civil strife, O pure Virgin who knewest not wedlock. Wherefore, it glorifieth thee, O all-holy Bride of God. Twice
O Mistress, full of divine grace, thy precious robe hast thou given to thy city as a treasure which cannot be taken away, protection and glory, an impregnable rampart, a treasury of healings, an ever-flowing fount of miracles and an ever-saving haven for the tempest-tossed. Wherefore, we hymn thee, O all-hymned and pure one.
Ye people, draw forth healing of soul and body, for before all lieth the shrine wherein the precious robe of the Ever-virgin hath been placed, which poureth forth upon us streams of wonders, washeth away the darkness of our hearts and the defilement of the passions, and sanctifieth the souls of the faithful with grace divine.
Having cleansed mind and thought, let us celebrate with the angels, radiantly beginning the hymn of David to the Maiden Bride of Christ our God, the King of all, saying: “Arise, O Lord, into Thy rest, Thou and the ark of Thy holiness!” For, having adorned her like unto a comely palace, Thou didst appoint her to Thy city, O Master, to establish it and protect it by Thy mighty power from barbarian adversaries, through her supplications.
At the Aposticha, these stichera, in Tone I: Spec. Mel: “O all-praised martyrs...” —
Thou alone didst become the animate palace of God, and thy precious robe, preserved in thine holy abode, hast thou given to the faithful as sanctification and an unassailable rampart. By it is thy city saved, O Mother of God, hymning thy divine might.
Stichos: Arise, O Lord, into Thy rest, Thou and the ark of Thy holiness.
Thy precious robe which covered thine honored and holy body, O pure one, hast thou given to all as a vesture of glory and a wellspring pouring forth the gracious waters of immortality. And we celebrate its deposition, honoring thee, O Theotokos, who art the most honored of all of God’s creations.
Stichos: The rich among the people shall entreat thy countenance.
Thy temple, O Mistress, which holdeth thy sacred robe as a treasure of sanctity, doth ever sanctify all who have recourse to it with faith, and that therein, as is meet, do ever bless thee, the hope, steadfast protection and might of our souls.
The Church of God, covered by thy precious robe as with a most splendid crown, O all-pure Theotokos, doth today adorn itself, rejoicing, and doth mystically hold chorus, crying out to thee, O Mistress: Rejoice, precious diadem and crown of divine glory! Rejoice, thou sole perfection of glory and eternal gladness! Rejoice, haven and deliverance of those who have recourse unto thee, and our salvation!
O Ever-virgin Theotokos, protection of mankind: thou hast given to thy city a mighty legacy, the robe and cincture of thy most honored body, which have remained incorrupt through thy seedless birthgiving. For in thee are nature and time renewed. Wherefore, we beseech thee to grant peace to thy city and great mercy to our souls.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.