Ode IX

Exapostilarion: Spec. Mel.: “Hearken, ye women…”—

Irmos: It is not possible for men to behold God, upon Whom the ranks of angels dare not gaze; but through thee, O most pure one, hath the Word appeared incarnate unto men; and magnifying Him with the armies of heaven, we call thee blessed.

On the Praises, 4 stichera, in Tone I: Spec. Mel.: “Joy of the ranks of heaven…”—

Theotokion: O Virgin Theotokos, who after the word of the archangel gavest birth to thy Creator in manner past recounting, entreat Him, that our souls be saved.

Thou wast accounted worthy of great grace, O glorious one, and hast illumined the whole world, granting healings in abundance unto all.

Rejoicing, thou dwellest on high, having lived on earth for thy Lord alone, and thou joinest chorus with the incorporeal hosts before His awesome throne, praising Him as the almighty King of all, and interceding for us who honor thy memory and venerate thy precious relics with faith.

Glory…, Now & ever…: Theotokion—

Accept the joy of the angels, O holy one, and, standing before thy Creator, pray for us who magnify thee.

Having loved the Lord thy God above all else, and thy neighbor as thyself, thou wast slaughtered by thine own brother, and hast joined thy pious grandmother in heaven, where with her thou prayest for thy native land, that all its people may find salvation in the Orthodox Faith.

Now & ever…: Theotokion, in the same tone—

Thou hast now received blessed repose, O all-glorious one. Cease thou never to pray that those who magnify thee may continually share in holy blessedness.

Emulating our merciful Savior, Who for men’s salvation deigned to be nailed to the Cross, with thy dying breath thou didst recall the words He uttered on the Tree, saying: “Brother, may God forgive thee!” Wherefore, reigning now with Christ in His kingdom on high, thou dost ever delight in the vision of the ineffable light of His countenance.

From the earth thou hast approached the Master, O all-blessed Wenceslaus. Come thou now in spirit, and with thy mercy visit those who today chant thine honored celebration.

Wondrous is God in His saints, the God of Israel! Yea, precious is their death in His sight! For, slaughtered unjustly by the swords of thy brother’s ungodly minions, thou hast won eternal life; and, well-pleased by thy virtuous life and undeserved death for His sake, the Lord hath bestowed upon thee the grace of miracles.

O Virgin who gavest birth to the hypostatic Wisdom, the transcendent Word, the Physician of souls and bodies: heal thou the cruel and long-standing infection and wounds of my soul, and ease the pangs of my heart.

Glory…, in Tone VIII—

Great Doxology. Troparion. Litanies. Dismissal. First Hour.

O marvelous wonder! The machinations of the evil one are set at nought! For when the father of lies inspired the impious Boleslaus to murder his own brother, the godly Wenceslaus, he caused him to reign on high with the King of all, and provided for the faithful of the Church of Bohemia a heavenly intercessor and mediator, who with the holy martyr Vitus ever entreateth the Lord of hosts, that He take pity upon his people, and preserve them unshaken in the Orthodox Faith, and grant them His great mercy.

O Mistress, accept the supplications of thy servants, and deliver us from all want and grief.