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Byzantine Prosomoia

the chanter's companion

Chanted by the monks of
Holy Transfiguration Monastery
*caution*
The music from HTM is not authentic to the original hymns, and often cannot be used with the Greek service books. We hope to post true byzantine melodies sung with these translations later this year, God-willing. Psaltic notation will also be provided. 

Our prosomoia book so far: Prosomoia Book (PDF)
Adapted from the Irmologion Katavasion of Ioannis Protopsaltis 1903

Intonations - Chanted by Protopsaltis Ioannis of San Francisco
Notation for Intonations

  First Tone

Sunday Katavasiae
1.
O all-lauded Martyrs
2.
O strange wonder
3.
Thou art the joy
4.
The three most great luminaries
5.
While Gabriel was saying
6.
The Soldiers standing guard

Second Tone

Sunday Katavasiae
7.
Thou soughtest the heights
8.
When he took Thee
9.
With what fair crowns
10.
O house of Ephratha
11.
Hearken, ye women
12.
Upon that mount in Galilee
13.
While Thy disciples looked on Thee

Third Tone

14.  Awed by the beauty
15. 
On this day the Virgin
16.
The power of Thy Cross
17.
That which came to pass in thee
18.
Thy confession
19.
From the heights our Saviour, Christ (1st version)
20.
From the heights our Saviour, Christ (2nd version)
21.
O Changeless Light
22.
O ye Apostles form afar
23.
Thou Who as God adornest
24.
While standing in the Temple's courts

Fourth Tone

25. As one valiant
26.
Lord, when Thou didst ascend
27.
O Lord, although I desired to blot out
28.
On this day Thou hast appeared
29.
Thou who wast called from on high
30.
Unto them that fear Thee
31.
Be quick to anticipate
32.
Joseph was amazed (Dismissal Hymn)
33.
Thou Who wast raised up
34.
Thou Who wast raised up (Kontakion)
35.
Joseph was amazed (Sessional Hymn)

 

 

 

  Plagal of First Tone

1. Let us worship the Word
2.
We the faithful bless thee
3.
O righteous Father
4.
Rejoice

Plagal of Second Tone

Sunday Katavasiae
5.
Angels in the Heavens
6.
As it is written
7.
Ere the morning star
8.
Having laid up all their hope
9.
Ye angelic hosts

Grave Tone
Sunday Katavasiae

Plagal of Fourth Tone

10. By conceiving the wisdom
11.
O Lord, though Thou didst stand
12.
O Lord, Thy holy Martyrs
13.
O strange wonder
14.
The paradise of Eden
15.
What shall we now call you
16.
To thee, the Champion Leader
17.
When the bodiless one
18.
As first-fruits of our nature
19.
Thou, as the Life of all

 

 

 
 

First Tone
O All-lauded Martyrs

O

 All-lauded Martyrs of the Lord, * lo, the earth concealed you not, but rather Heaven received you and the gates of Paradise * welcomed you and opened. * And as ye now dwell therein, * ye joyfully partake of the Tree of Life.  Thus intercede we pray * with the Master, even Christ the Lord, * that He grant peace * and great mercy to our souls. 

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he Ewe-lamb and Lady free of blame, * saw her Lamb as He was hanging on the Cross, having neither form nor beauty; and she cried, * mourning him with dirges: * Woe to me, my sweetest Child! * My most-beloved Son, tell me, wither hath Thy beauty fled away? * Wither went Thy majesty of form * and the shining* grace of Thy fair countenance? 

First Tone
O Strange Wonder
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O

 strange wonder, great and marvelous! * For the Fount of Life is * laid within a sepulchre; * a Ladder to Heaven’s heights * doth the small grave become. * Be glad, O Gethsemane, * thou sanctuary of her that gave birth to God. * Ye faithful, let us cry out, * possessing as our commander great Gabriel: * Maiden full of grace, rejoice  thou  * with Thee is the Lord our God, * Who abundantly granteth * His great mercy to the world through thee. 

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e have seen another Anthony * in thy fights with demons; * an Arsenius the Great * in stillness and deepest silence of the mind and lips; * a Symeon who hath stood * a thousand nights on a pillar of flinty stone. * O Seraphim, thou didst strive * for the  distinguishing virtue of every Saint. * Prophets, martyrs, and apostles, * angels, righteous and the just, * marvelled at thee from Heaven, * seeing how their graces shone in thee. 

First Tone
Thou art the Joy
 

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hou art the joy of the heavenly orders found on high, * and of us men upon earth * a stong help and protection. * Save us, O pure virgin and mother of God, * as we flee unto thee in faith. * For after God we have set all our hope on thee * seeking refuge in thy mighty strength. 

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nder the shelter of thy godly wings, we flee for help, * thou God-like mind O Michael, * having faith in thy goodness: * Shelter and preserve us throughout all our life * and draw nigh in the hour of death. * O great Archangel be present with each of us * as a gracious help in time of need.  

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ince thou didst shine all about with celestial beams of light, * and with Christ’s mighty power * ever grantest thy healings * of both the soul and body,  O blessed of God, * never cease thou to pray for them * who now observe thy memorial faithfully * wonder-working father Spyridon. 

First Tone
The Three Most Great Luminaries
 

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he three most great luminaries of the three-sunned Divinity * hath illumined all of the world with the rays of doctrines divine and true. * They are the sweetly-flowing rivers of wisdom, * who with godly knowledge * have watered all creation in clear and mighty streams. * The great and sacred Basil, and the Theologian, wise Gregory, * together with the renowned John * the famed Chrysostom of golden speech * Let us all who love their divinely wise words * come together honouring them with hymns * for ceaselessly  they offer * entreaty for us to the Trinity. 

First Tone
While Gabriel Was Saying 

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he ladder of divine virtue thou didst scale with ardour * and thou didst attain to the height of divine noetic vision, * receiving reflections pure and clear, * revealing the divine myst’ries of Christ; * hence we honour thee with piety as we cry: Gerasimus thou God-bearer. * Glory to Christ Who hath given thee strength. * Glory to hymn Who hath crowned thee. * Glory to Him Who worketh healings for all through thee. 

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hile Gabriel was saying: Rejoice! to thee, O Virgin, * at His voice the Master of all things took flesh within thy pure womb. * He dwelt in thee as His holy ark * as spake the righteous David in the Psalms. * And in bearing thy Creator, thou wast shone forth as more spacious than all the Heavens. * Glory to Him That willed to dwell in thee. * Glory to Him that came forth from thee. * Glory to Him that through thy bringing-forth hath delivered us. 

First Tone
The Soldiers Standing Guard 

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he soldiers standing guard at Thy tomb, O my Saviour, * became as dead on seeing  the lightning-like angel, * who preached to the women  of Thine arising, O holy Lord. * Thee we glorify, Who hast abolished corruption. * Thee do we adore,  Who from the grave hast arisen; * and who alone art our God. 

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hen Christ God had been born for our sakes from the Virgin, * thou faithfully didst follow Him keeping His statutes; * and heeding his sacred laws, O august Mary Magdalene. * And since we today observe thy holy remembrance, * we receive the loosing of our sins and transgressions * through thy holy prayers for us.

Second Tone
Thou Soughtest the Heights
 

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hou soughtest the heights, thou parted not from things below; * thy pillar became a chariot of fire for thee. * Thou becamest thereby a true companion of the angelic host; * and together with them, O Saint, * thou ceaselessly prayest Christ God for us all. 

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hou leftest behind all earthly cares and turbulence, * and leddest a life of stillness and tranquillity, * emulating John the Baptist in ev’ry way, O most righteous one. * Wherefore, we acclaim thee with him, * O Father of Fathers, righteous Anthony. 

Second Tone
When he took thee 

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hen he took Thee dead from off the Tree, * the Arimathean prepared Thee with finest linen and myrrh * that he might give burial to Thee, the Life of all. * Then compelled by his fervent love, * he longed to embrace Thee * and to press Thy spotless Body to his heart and lips. * But his fear and rev’rence restrained him, * whilst with joy he cried to Thee: Glory * to Thy condescension, O Thou Friend of man. 

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mitten with desire and love for Christ, * eargerly did Helen, the mother whence sprang the scion most sweet, * haste to the Holy Sion till she found the holy place * where our Saviour was crucifed, * desiring to save us. * And when through her diligence, she there had found the Cross * and had raised it up with great longing, * she rejoiced and cried aloud: Glory * be to Him Who granted me mine ardent hope. 

Second Tone
With What Fair Crowns
 

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ith what fair crowns of praise shall we crown * blessed Peter and Paul the Apostles? * Who, after the body were far apart, * yet in the Spirit were bound as one; * the foremost among the God proclaimers: * the one as * the leader of the apostolic choir; * the other * as having laboured more than all the rest. * For they are crowned with the laurel * of immortal glory, * as is truly right and fitting, * in Heaven by Christ our God, * Who granteth great mercy to the world. 

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hou wast a morn whose light never ceased, * righteous Father, divine Athanasius; * and them that were blind with the passions’ gloom, * thou drewest unto unwaning light * with thy shining beacon fire of graces; * and so when * thou hadst increased the talend given thee, * Christ showed thee * to be a healer of afflicted souls, * who with the sword of thy counsels * cuttest out the fester * of incurable sores and wounds, * while giving a saving health * to all them that draw night unto thee.

Second Tone
O House of Ephratha
 

O

 house of Ephratha, * august and holy city; * thou glory of the prophets.  * Prepare the house wherein * the Divine One shall be born for us. 

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hant thou in prophesy,  * and strike thy harp, O David. * Behold the Theotokos, * the fruit of thine own loins * giveth birth to Christ our God today. 

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land of Zabulon, * and ye beyond the Jordan, * give ear for Christ now cometh. * The Light and the Salvation; * the Ransom and Deliverance.

Second Tone
Hearken, ye women

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earken, ye women and give ear * unto the voice of Joy for I * hath trampled down tryant Hades * and raised the world from corruption. * Hasten ye quickly and proclaim * the gladsome tidings to my friends. * For I have willed that joy shine forth * hence upon all my creation from whence there first came forth sorrow.

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rought into bondage in thy youth, * thou didst escape captivity; * but as a pris’ner of Jesus, * thou didst return to thy captors. * And with a heart that burned with love, * thou didst repay them by a life * of journeys, perils, pains, and cares * to save the whole land of Ireland. * Great is thy glory, O Patrick.

Second Tone
Upon that Mount in Galilee
 

O

 thou Great Martyr Theodore, * out Christ’s renowned commander, * thou godly gem and ornament * of honoured trophy-bearers, * O great in wisdom and courage, * cease not to ask that vict’ry * may be conferred upon the Church, * lasting peace on the whole world, and for us all, * who observe thy memory bridght with splendour, * complete forgiveness of our sins, * and that we find salvation. 

O

 Virgin, thou in song wast called * a curdled butter mountain * by David, thy progenitor; * a rod, by great Esaisas; * and godly Solomon clearly * called thee a couch, O Lady, * in his prophetic Song of Songs; * in a ladder did Jacob see thee portrayed, * O pure Theotokos; while yet another * called theea gate by which our God * renewed man’s fallen nature. 

Second Tone
While Thy Disciples Looked on Thee
 

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hile Thy discipes looked on Thee, Thou ascendedst, * O Christ, unto the Father to sit beside Him. * Angels hastened, running on before and cried: * Lift ye the gates up, lift them up, * for the Lord King hath ascended * unto His bright primal glory.  

The ranks on high stand trembling in fear before Christ, * unable to behold the transcendent brightness * of His inexpressible Divivinity; * yet thou didst hold Him in thy womb * when He took flesh from thine honoured * and holy blood, O pure Virgin. 

Third Tone
Awed by the Beauty
 

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n comprehensible and inexplicable * is the dread mystery that hath been wrought in thee, * O all-pure Lady, Queen of all, thou Maiden full of divine grace. * For thou didst conceive the One * Who is uncircum-scribable * and didst bear Him wrapped in flesh * from thy wholly untainted blood. * Since He is thine own Son, do thou always * implore Him to grant our sould salvation. 

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ome, let us all bless Job, that pure and blameless man, * who in the Spirit’s strength was an immovable * and mighty pillary that stood firm before all the foe’s devices. * Let us sing his praise in faith; * he is truly a venry great * servant of our Saviour Christ, * and he pleadeth in our behalf, * imploring Christ with earnest entreaty * to rescure our souls from ev’ry peril.

Third Tone
On This Day the Virgin
 

O

n this day the Virgin beareth the Transcendent in essence; * to the Unapproachable the earth doth offer a small cave; * Angels join in choir with shepherds in giving glory; * with a star the Magi travel upon their journey; * for out sakes is born a young Child, He that existed before the ages as God. 

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n ascetic discipline, thou wast made fair as a virgin; * then, O famed Febronia, thou shonest forth as a martyr; * with thy lamp in hand, thou rannest unto thy Bridegroom, * having watched throughout the night of martyric stuff’rings. * And since thou art crowned in glory, thou intercedest for them that praise thee with faith. 

Third Tone
The Power of Thy Cross
 

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he power of Thy Cross, O Lord, in truth is very great: * for it was fixed in one place, * yet doth avail throughout * the world; * and of fisher men it made divine Apostles, * and of the nations, Martyrs, * that they might ever intercede for our salvation. 

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hen thou didst see thy Son suspended lifeless on the Tree, * O blameless Virgin Mother, * thou bitterly didst cry aloud: * O my most beloved Child whither departed * the beauty of Thy visage, * which Thou hast willingly now hid in death’s dark shadow?

Third Tone
That Which Came to Pass in Thee
 

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hat which came to pass in thee * we in no wise comprehend, * not the Angels, nor we men, * O thou Virgin Mother pure. 

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im Whom ministers above * serve with trembling and with awe, * here below doth Symeon * now take in his arms’ embrace.  

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n Thy nature, Thou art One,  * yet in Persons, Thou art Three: * Keep Thy servants from all harm, * who believe and trust in Thee. 

Third Tone
Thy Confession
 

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hy confession of * the one divine Faith * showed thee to the Church * to be a new Paul * and a zealot among priests, O holy one. * The righteous blood both of Abel and Zachary * with thee doth cry out together unto the Lord. * Righteous Father, intercede with Christ God in our behalf * that His great mercy may be granted unto us. 

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et the mountain tops * and vales of Georgia * sound with songs of praise * to laud Tamara * as the vessel of wisdom, the smiling sun, * the sword of truth, the conversion of infidels, * the most harmoniuos reed-pipe of Jesus Christ, * and our fervent intercessor before the King of Kings, * entreating Him to grant great mercy unto us. 

Third Tone
From the Heights Our Saviour Christ Version #1
 

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rom the heights our Saviour, Christ, * the Dayspring of the Deast, is come * to visit us; and we, who once * were in the shadow and the dark, behold now, we have foud the truth; * for from a holy Virgin, the Lord hath been born today. 

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n the Jordan River’s streams * the Saviour, Who is grace and truth, * hath openly appeared to all * and hath enlightened them that once * slept in the shadow and the dark; * for He hath come and shone forth, the Light unapproachable. 

Third Tone
From the Heights Our Saviour Christ Version #2
 

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rom the heights our Saviour, Christ, * the Dayspring of East, is come * to visit us; and we, who once * were in the shadow and the dark, * behold, now we have found the truth; * for from a holy Virgin, * the Lord hath been born today. 

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n the Jordan River’s streams, * the Saviour, Who is grace and truth, * hath openly appeared to all * and hath enlightened them that once * slept in the shadow and the dark; for He hath come and shone forth, * the Light unapproachable. 

Third Tone
O Changeless Light

O

 Changeless Light of the Light of * Thine unbegotten Begetter, * today, O Word, have we now seen, * in Thy Light’s manifestation * the Father and Holy Spirit * as Light on Tabor, * guiding with light all creation. 

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ature and time have been made new * by thee alone, as God’s Mother; * for incorrupt is thy child birth, * and incorrupt is thy raiment, * where with thou shelt’rest the faithful * and makest mighty the sceptres of true religion. 

Third Tone
O Ye Apostles From Afar
 

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ith hymns let all of us honour * John the Forerunner and Baptist * of Christ the Saviour and Master, * the Prophet sprung form a Prophet, * the desert’s ven’rable nursling, * and chaste Elizabeth’s offspring. 

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s she that seedlessly bare Thee * stood at Thy Cross in great mourning, * she cried: Alas! O belov’d Son, * my sweetest Child, how hast Thou now * set from the eyes of Thy Mother? * How art Thou reckoned with dead men? 

Third Tone
Thou Who As God Adornest
 

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hou Who as God adornest * and dost bedeck the sky with stars, * and Who dost send forth Thine Angels, * through them, enlight’ning all the earth, * O Thou Creator of all things, * save them that hymn Thee with praises. 

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hou who wast once a ploughman * wast made a Prophet of the Lord; * and with Elias’ mantle, * his spirit twofold didst thou gain. * Wherefore, O great Elisseus, * with him we honour and praise thee. 

Third Tone
While Standing in the Temple’s Courts
 

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hile standing in the Temple’s Courts, * having come in the Spirit, * the Elder took into his arms * the Law’s Master, and cried out: * Lord, let me now depart in peace * from the shackles of the flesh * as Thou hast said; for mine eyes have * seen the full revelation * that Shall lighten the nations, * and Israel’s own salvation. 

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he Prophet named Him Orient * Who dawned forth from a Virgin * as from a cloudless firmament * and brought light to the whole world * and shined His truth on East and West, * to the earth’s remotest ends. * Now with the Mother that bare Him, * like to orient gemstones * cut and polished in torments, * the Martyrs blaze with His glory.

Fourth Tone
As One Valiant

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s one valiant in martyrdom, * trophy-bearer Great Martyr George, * on this day we gather to chant thee hymns of praise. * For thou hast finished the course, and hast invincibly kept the Faith, * and from God thou hast received * thy great victories’ crown of light. * Hence, entreat the Lord, * to deliver from perils and corruption them that faithfully do honour * thy ever-memorable memory.

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ith the dazzling bright radiance, * O Michael thou dost stand before * the three-sunned Divinity  with the hosts on high. * O chief commander, in joy exclaiming: Holy art thou O Lord, * God the Father in the heights; * Holy art thou, the Word of God * co-beginningless; * Holy art thou, Divine and Holy Spirit: * one Divinity and Power, * one Glory, Nature and Sovereignty.

Fourth Tone
Lord, When Thou Didst Ascend 

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ord, when Thou didst ascend upon the Cross, * Thou didst utterly obliterate our ancestral curse. * And going down into Hades, * Thou didst set free those in fetters from all ages past. * Granting unto the race of man * incorruption forever; * hence for this cause with hymns do we glorify * Thy life-creating and saving Rising from the dead. 

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here is come now the middle of those days * which comence with Christ God’s saving Rising and which are sealed * by Pentecost, that divine day. * Illuminated by both the feasts and joining both, * it is radiant and in truth * is now rendered majestic, * showing and manifesting the presence of * the great glory of the Ascension of our Master, Christ.

Fourth Tone
O Lord, Although I Desired to Blot Out
 

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  Lord, although I desired to blot out * with my tears the handwriting of my many sins, * and for the rest of my life to please Thee * through sincere repentance, yet doth the enemy * lead me astray as he wareth * against my soul with his cunning. * O Lord, before I utterly perish, do Thou save me! 

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hat man who being tossed in the tempest * fleeth to this haven and is not safe from harm? * Or who in sorrow and pain doth fall down * before this Physician and is not wholly healed? * O Thou Creator of all things, * O Thou Who healest the ailing, * O Lord before I utterly perish, do Thou save me! 

Fourth Tone
On This Day Thou Hast Appeared 

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n this day Thou hast appeared unto the whole world, * and Thy light, O Sov’reign Lord, is signed on us who sing Thy priase * and chant with knowledge: Thou hast now come, * Thou hast appeared, * O Thou Light unapproachable. 

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 divine Ezekiel, as God’s true Prophet, * thou foretoldest unto all the Incarnation of the Lord, * the Lamb of God, the Artificer, * the Son of God, * the Eternal made manifest.

Fourth Tone
Thou Who Wast Called From on High 

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hou who wast called from on high and not by mankind, * when the earthly darkness had bedimmed thy fleshly eyes, * and by this blinding, had brought to light * and shown forth clearly * the dismall gloom of impiety, * then the light from Heaven shined its lightning radiance * upon the eyes of  thy mind, O Paul, * thereby revealing * to thee the beauty of godly piety. * Hence, thou didst come to know the One that doth * bring forth light out of darkness, yea, Christ our God. * Do thou therefore entreat Him * to enlighten and to save our souls. 

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 seer of mystr’ries ineffable and holy, * thou didst cleave in twain the River Jordan’s running streams; * and the delusion of idols, thou * didst burn to ashes * with the fierce lightning-bolt of thy godly words. * When the king transgressed, thou didst rebuke him openly; * the shameful priest of iniquity, * thou boldly slewest; * and with thy prayer, * thou didst burn thy sacrifice. * Now with the fire of thy most fervent prayer, * quench the flaming-hot coals of the suffering * and distress of thy people, * O Elias, Prophet of the Lord.

Fourth Tone
Unto Them that Fear Thee
 

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nto them that fear Thee, Thou, O Lord, hast given Thy precious Cross * as and ensign of victory, * whereby Thou hast overcome * all the pow’rs of darkness * with their principalities and hast brought us back again * to the first blessedness of our ancient state; * and for this cause, we glorify Thy man-befriending economy, * O my Jesus, Almighty Lord, * Thou divine Saviour of our souls. 

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ome, all ye that love martyric contests, let us betake ourselves * not to Persia or ancient Rome, * but unto the Russian land, * that divine arena, * in the which an army of Christians, stripped of earthly strength, * contended mightily till they won the crown. * Their blood hath made the earth a Heaven, while in Heaven their spirits stand * at the throne of the Trinity, * interceding in our behalf. 

Fourth Tone
Be Quick to Anticipate 

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e quick to anticipate our foes ere we be enslaved * by them that blaspheme Thee and that menace us with their threats, O merciful Christ our God; * by Thy Cross defeat them that oppose us that they may * know how mighty is the faith of Orthodox Christians, * through Thy pure Mother’s prayers for us all, O only Friend of man. 

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y thy divine childbirth, thou, O spotless Maid, hast renewed * the whole mortal nature of the earth-born, which was corrupt with passions and dead in sins. * Thou hast raised all mean from death to life pure and endless. * Wherefore, as is due, O thou most glorious Virgin, * we all now call the blessed, as thou truly didst prophesy. 

Fourth Tone
Joseph Was Amazed (dismissal hymn) 

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 Lord Jesus, unto Thee Thy lamb doth cry with a great voice: * O my Bridegroom, Thee I love; and seeking Thee, I now contest, * and with Thy Baptism am crucified and buried. * I suffer for Thy sake, that I may reign with Thee; * for Thy sake I die, that I may live in Thee: * accept me offered out of longing * to Thee as a spotless sacrifice. * Lord, save our souls through her intercessions, * since Thou art great in mercy. 

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e thou ready, Bethlehem, Eden hath opened unto all. * Ephratha, prepare thyself, for now, behold, the Tree of life * hath blossomed forth in the cave from the holy Virgin. * Her womb hath proved a true spiritual Paradise, * wherein the Divine and saving Tree is found, * and as we eat thereof we shall all live, * and shall not die as did Adam. * For Christ is born now * to raise the image that had fallen aforetime.

Fourth Tone
Thou Who Wast Raised Up
 

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ince thou was great in zeal for Godly religion, * thou didst assemble and abidest, O martyrs. * And in their midst thou shonest like a flashing star * with the arrows that did pierce * thy much suffering body * thou didst slay the enemy, * O Greatmartyr Sebastian. * And thou thyself didst fly as from a bow * into the Heavens where Christ hath received thy soul. 

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hen He that bowed the Heavens came to save sinners, * Zacchaeus great in zeal, but little of stature, * beheld the Tree of Life amid the sycamore. * Lifted up above the earth, * he saw Jesus who called him. * Coming down in lowliness, * he repenting, received Him; * And so salvation came into his house, * and he was shown forth a true son of Abraham.

Fourth Tone
Thou Who Wast Raised Up (Kontakion) 

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hou Who wast raised up on * the Cross of Thine own will, * O Christ our God, do Thou bestow Thy compassions * upon this, Thy new commonwealth named after Thee. * Gladden with Thy sov’reign might * our most Orthodox hierarchs, * and vouchsafe them victory * over ev’ry false teaching; * and as Thy help in war may they possess * the weapon of peace, * the trophy invincible. 

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he sacred treasury * of God’s holy glory, * the greatly precious bridal chamber and Virgin, * the Saviour’s most pure temple, free of stain and undefiled, * into the House of the Lord * on this day is brought forward and bringeth with herself the grace * of the Most Divine Spirit; * her do God’s Angels hymn with songs of praise, * for she is truly * the heavenly tabernacle. 

Fourth Tone
Joseph Was Amazed (sessional hymn) 

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oseph was amazed to see * that which transcended nature’s bounds, * for without seed, thou, O Maid, * didst both conceive and bear a Child. * And he remembered the blossoming rod of Aaron, * the dew upon the fleece, * and the unburning bush * which was not consumed, * thou it was all aflame. * Thus, thy protector and betrothed cried, * as he bare witness before the priests: * A Virgin beareth and after childbirth, * still remaineth a Virgin. 

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o the Virgin undefiled, * Archangel Gabriel was sent * and declared to her the joy * that doth transcend all thought and speech: * Thou shalt conceive without seed and without corruption. * For thou shalt bear a Son, * God ere eternity, * and He shall redeem * His people form their sins. * He beareth witness Who hath sent me * to say: Rejoice, O most blessed Maid. * The birth is virgin, and after bearing, * thou remainest a Virgin.

 

 

Plagal of First Tone
Let Us Worship the Word 

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et us worship the Word, O ye faithful, praising Him * that with the Father and Spirit is co-beginningless God, * Who was born of a pure Virgin that we all be saved; * for He was pleased to mount the Cross * in the flesh that He assumed, accepting thus to endure death. * And by His glorious rising, He also willed to ressurrect the dead. 

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et us praise the all-lauded and noble bride of Christ, * the godly Cath’rine, the guardian of Sinai and its defence, * who is also our support and succour and our help; * for with the Holy Spirit’s sword she hath silence brillantly the cleaver among the godless; * and being crowned as a Martyr, she now doth ask great mercy for us all.

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We the Faithful Bless Thee 

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e the faithful bless thee, O Virgin Theotokos, * and we glorify thee, * as is meet and proper: * O unshaken city, impregnable battlement, invincible protection, * and sheltering refuge of our souls. 

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hen the Ewe and Virgin beheld Thee being taken * like a lamb to slaughter, * then, O Word, she cried out: * O most strange audacity! How is is these lawless man slay Thee, the Life-bestower? * Great, in truth, is Thy mercy, O my Son!

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O Righteous Father 

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 righteous Father, Theo-dosius, thou God-bearing Saint, * with fervour thou