At the Praises, four stichera, in Tone VIII

Glory..., Now and ever..., in Tone V

Bowing the knee of our hearts, and lifting up our eyes to the holy hill, let us fall down before the face of the most pure Theotokos, confessing our weakness, asking her all-powerful aid, and commending our life to her fervent intercession. For we believe that she who hath wiped every tear from the face of the earth will not reject our entreaty. Twice

What hymns shall we sing to thee, O Theotokos? What gifts shall we offer thee? Thou beholdest our spiritual poverty. Yet accept thou our teardrops as a pearl of great price, and our prayer and heartfelt sighing as incense; and turn thou our grief into joy, for thou art the most sweet consolation of the faithful!

All things are possible for thee when thou prayest to thy Son and God, O Mistress; and none can stand against thy maternal boldness, for there is no sin that prevaileth over thy loving-kindness. Wherefore, we flee to thy mighty protection, trusting in thy most powerful intercession; and, after God, we commend ourselves, each other and all our life unto thee.

Pray thou fervently for the whole world, O Theotokos, for it needeth thine aid, for the snares of the evil one have been spread over all the face of the earth, the nations rage and storms of temptations have risen against the Church of God. Wherefore, as once in Cana of Galilee, speak thou a word to thy Son, that He transform the water of temptations and sorrows into the wine of compunction and divine gladness.