Canon of Great and Holy Saturday - Ode 9
Do not lament me, O Mother,
Seeing me in the tomb,
The Son conceived in the womb without seed,
For I shall arise and be glorified with eternal glory as God.
I shall exalt all who magnify thee in faith and in love.
Canon of Great and Holy Saturday - Ode 9
Do not lament me, O Mother,
Seeing me in the tomb,
The Son conceived in the womb without seed,
For I shall arise and be glorified with eternal glory as God.
I shall exalt all who magnify thee in faith and in love.
Canon of Great and Holy Saturday - Ode 9
Do not lament me, O Mother,
Seeing me in the tomb,
The Son conceived in the womb without seed,
For I shall arise and be glorified with eternal glory as God.
I shall exalt all who magnify thee in faith and in love.
Canon of Great and Holy Saturday - Ode 9
Do not lament me, O Mother,
Seeing me in the tomb,
The Son conceived in the womb without seed,
For I shall arise and be glorified with eternal glory as God.
I shall exalt all who magnify thee in faith and in love.
Canon of Great and Holy Saturday - Ode 9
Do not lament me, O Mother,
Seeing me in the tomb,
The Son conceived in the womb without seed,
For I shall arise and be glorified with eternal glory as God.
I shall exalt all who magnify thee in faith and in love.
Alleluia of Great and Holy Saturday
Arise, O God, judge the earth, for to Thee belong all the nations! (Ps 81/82:8)
v: God has taken His place in the divine council; in the midst of the gods He holds judgment. (Ps 81/82:1)
v: How long will ye judge unjustly and accept the faces of sinners?
(Ps 81/82:2)
v: Give justice to the weak and the fatherless; maintain the right of the afflicted and the destitute! (Ps 81/82:3)
v: Rescue the weak and the needy; deliver them from the hand of the sinner! (Ps 81/92:4)
v: They have neither knowledge nor understanding; they walk about in darkness. (Ps 81/82:5)
v: Let all the foundations of the earth be shaken! I say: “Ye are gods, sons of the Most High, all of you; nevertheless, ye shall die like men, and fall like any prince.” (Ps 81/82:6)
Lamentations of Great and Holy Saturday - Third Stasis
Every generation
Offers Thee its hymn of praise
At Thy burial, O my Christ.
Lamentations of Great and Holy Saturday - Second Stasis
Right it is indeed, life-bestowing Lord, to magnify thee:
for upon the Cross were thy hands outspread,
and the strength of our dread foe hast thou destroyed.
In a grave they laid Thee, O my Life and my Christ,
And the armies of the Angels were sore amazed
As they sang the praise of Thy submissive love.
Exaposteilarion of Holy Friday
The wise thief didst Thou make worthy, O Lord,
Of paradise in a single moment.
By the wood of Thy cross
Illumine me also, and save me.
Antiphon 15 of Holy Friday
Today He who hung the earth upon the waters is hung on the tree.
The King of the Angels is decked with a crown of thorns.
He who wraps the heavens in clouds is wrapped in the purple of mockery.
He who freed Adam in the Jordan is slapped on the face.
The Bridegroom of the Church is affixed to the cross with nails.
The Son of the Virgin is pierced by a spear.
We worship Thy passion, O Christ.
We worship Thy passion, O Christ.
We worship Thy passion, O Christ.
Show us also Thy glorious resurrection.
Antiphon 15 of Holy Friday
Today He who hung the earth upon the waters is hung on the tree.
The King of the Angels is decked with a crown of thorns.
He who wraps the heavens in clouds is wrapped in the purple of mockery.
He who freed Adam in the Jordan is slapped on the face.
The Bridegroom of the Church is affixed to the cross with nails.
The Son of the Virgin is pierced by a spear.
We worship Thy passion, O Christ.
We worship Thy passion, O Christ.
We worship Thy passion, O Christ.
Show us also Thy glorious resurrection.
Antiphon 15 of Holy Friday
Today He who hung the earth upon the waters is hung on the tree.
The King of the Angels is decked with a crown of thorns.
He who wraps the heavens in clouds is wrapped in the purple of mockery.
He who freed Adam in the Jordan is slapped on the face.
The Bridegroom of the Church is affixed to the cross with nails.
The Son of the Virgin is pierced by a spear.
We worship Thy passion, O Christ.
We worship Thy passion, O Christ.
We worship Thy passion, O Christ.
Show us also Thy glorious resurrection.
When the glorious Disciples were enlightened at the washing of the feet before the supper,
Then the impious Judas was darkened, ailing with avarice,
And to the lawless judges he betrays Thee, the Righteous Judge.
Behold, O lover of money, this man who because of money hanged himself!
Flee from the greedy soul which dared such things against the Master!
O Lord, Who are good towards men, glory to Thee!
Aposticha Doxasticon of Great and Holy Wednesday
The woman had fallen into many sins, O Lord,
Yet, when she perceived Thy divinity,
She joined the ranks of the myrrh-bearing women.
In tears she brought Thee myrrh before Thy burial.
She cried: “Woe is me!
For I live in the night of licentiousness,
Shrouded in the dark and moonless love of sin.
But accept the fountain of my tears,
O Thou, Who didst gather the waters of the sea into clouds!
Bow down Thine ear to the sighing of my heart,
O Thou, Who didst bow the heavens in Thine ineffable condescension!
Once Eve heard Thy footsteps in Paradise in the cool of the day,
And in fear she ran and hid herself.
But now I will tenderly embrace those pure feet
And wipe them with the hair of my head.
Who can measure the multitude of my sins,
Or the depth of Thy judgments, O Savior of my soul?
Do not despise Thy servant in Thine immeasurable mercy!”
Exaposteilarion of Bridegroom Matins
Thy bridal chamber I see adorned, O my Savior,
And I have no wedding garment that I may enter therein.
O Giver of Light,
Enlighten the vesture of my soul, and save me.
Exaposteilarion of Bridegroom Matins
Thy bridal chamber I see adorned, O my Savior,
And I have no wedding garment that I may enter therein.
O Giver of Light,
Enlighten the vesture of my soul, and save me.
Troparion of Bridegroom Matins
Behold the bridegroom comes at midnight
And blessed is the servant whom he shall find watching;
And again, unworthy is the servant whom He shall find heedless.
Beware, therefore, O my soul, do not be weighed down with sleep,
Lest thou be given over to death,
And lest thou be shut out of the Kingdom.
But rouse thyself, crying: "Holy! Holy! Holy! art Thou, O our God.
Through the Theotokos have mercy on us!"
Exaposteilarion of Holy Friday
The wise thief didst Thou make worthy, O Lord,
Of paradise in a single moment.
By the wood of Thy cross
Illumine me also, and save me.
