Canon of repentance to our Lord Jesus Christ in Church Slavonic
Voice 6th
Song 1.
Irmos: As Israel walked on dry land, with footsteps in the abyss, seeing the persecutor of Pharaoh drowned, we sing a song of victory to God, crying out.
Chorus : Have mercy on me, God, have mercy on me.
Now I, a sinner and burdened, have come to You, my Master and God; I don’t dare look at the sky, I just pray with the verb: give me, Lord, my mind, so that I may weep bitterly for my deeds.
Have mercy on me, God, have mercy on me.
Oh, woe to me, a sinner! I am more damned than all men; there is no repentance in me; Give me, Lord, tears, let me cry bitterly for my deeds.
Glory to the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit . Foolishly, wretched man, you waste time in laziness; think about your life, and turn to the Lord God, and weep bitterly for your deeds.
And now , and forever, and forever and ever, amen . Most Pure Mother of God, look at me, a sinner, and deliver me from the snare of the devil, and guide me on the path of repentance, so that I may weep bitterly for my deeds.
Song 3.
Irmos: There is nothing holy like You, O Lord my God, Who has lifted up the horn of Your faithful, O Good One, and established us on the rock of Your confession.
Have mercy on me, God, have mercy on me.
Sometimes thrones will be set for a more terrible judgment, then the deeds of all men will be exposed; woe will be the sinner who is sent to torment; And then you know, my soul, repent from your evil deeds.
Have mercy on me, God, have mercy on me.
The righteous will rejoice, and the sinners will cry, then no one will be able to help us, but our deeds will condemn us, and before the end, repent of your evil deeds.
Glory to the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit . Woe to me, a great sinner, who have been defiled by deeds and thoughts, and have not a drop of tears from hard-heartedness; now arise from the earth, my soul, and repent from your evil deeds.
And now , and forever, and forever and ever, amen . Behold, O Lady, Your Son calls, and teaches us to do good, but the sinner always flees from good; but You, O Merciful One, have mercy on me, so that I may repent of my evil deeds.
Sedalen, voice 6th.
I think about the terrible day and weep for my evil deeds: how will I answer the Immortal King, or with what boldness will I look at the Judge, you prodigal one? Gracious Father, Only Begotten Son and Holy Soul, have mercy on me.
Glory to the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit, and now, and ever, and unto ages of ages, amen .
Theotokos
Bound now by many captives of sins and held by fierce passions and troubles, I resort to You, my salvation, and cry out: help me, O Virgin, Mother of God.
Song 4.
Irmos: Christ is my strength, God and Lord, the honest Church sings divinely, crying out from a pure meaning, celebrating the Lord.
Have mercy on me, God, have mercy on me.
The path here is wide and pleasing to create sweets, but it will be bitter on the last day, when the soul will be separated from the body: beware of this, O man, of the Kingdom for the sake of God.
Have mercy on me, God, have mercy on me.
Why did you offend the poor, withhold bribes from a mercenary, dislike your brother, persecute fornication and pride? Forsake this, my soul, and repent for the sake of the Kingdom of God.
Glory to the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit . O foolish man, how long will you scrabble like a bee, collecting your wealth? Soon he will perish like dust and ashes: but seek more the Kingdom of God.
And now , and forever, and forever and ever, amen . Lady Theotokos, have mercy on me, a sinner, and strengthen me in virtue, and keep me, so that insolent death does not snatch me away, unprepared, and bring me, O Virgin, to the Kingdom of God.
Song 5.
Irmos: With Your divine light, O Blessed One, illumine the souls of You in the morning with love, I pray, Lead You, the Word of God, the true God, crying out from the darkness of sin.
Have mercy on me, God, have mercy on me.
Remember, O accursed man, how you were enslaved by lies, slander, robbery, infirmity, by a fierce beast, for the sake of sins; My sinful soul, is this what you desired?
Have mercy on me, God, have mercy on me.
They tremble, for I have brought guilt to all: with eyes behold, ears heard, with an evil tongue spoken, betraying all to hell; My sinful soul, is this what you desire?
Glory to the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit . Thou hast received the fornicator and the repentant thief, O Saviour, but I am the only one burdened with sinful laziness and enslaved to evil deeds, my sinful soul, is this what you desire?
And now , and forever, and forever and ever, amen . Wonderful and quick helper to all people, Mother of God, help me, unworthy, for my sinful soul desires it.
Song 6.
Irmos: The sea of life, raised in vain by the misfortunes of the storm, has flowed into Your quiet refuge, I cry to You: lift up my life from aphids, O Many-Merciful One.
Have mercy on me, God, have mercy on me.
Having lived on earth fornication and given my soul into darkness, now I pray to Thee, Merciful Master: free me from the work of sowing hostility, and let my mind do the will Yours.
Have mercy on me, God, have mercy on me.
Who creates things like I do? Just as a pig lies in a dung, so I serve sin. But You, Lord, pluck me from this vileness and give my heart to do Your commandments.
Glory to the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit . Arise, damned man, to God, remembering your sins, falling to the Creator, crying and groaning; The same, like a merciful one, will give you the mind to know His will.
And now , and forever, and forever and ever, amen . Mother of God Virgin, save me from visible and invisible evil, Most Pure One, and accept my prayers, and convey them to Your Son, that He may give me the mind to do His will.
Kontakion.
My soul, why are you rich in sins, why do you do the will of the devil, why do you place hope in? Stop from these things and turn to God weeping, calling: Merciful Lord, have mercy on me, a sinner.
Ikos.
Thoughts, my soul, the bitter hour of death and the terrible judgment of your Creator and God: For the angels of menace will understand you, my soul, and will lead you into eternal fire: for before you die, repent, cry cabbage soup: Lord, have mercy on me, a sinner.
Song 7.
Irmos: The dew-bearing furnace was made by the Angel like a venerable youth, and the Chaldeans, the scorching command of God, exhorted the tormentor to cry out: Blessed are you, God our father.
Have mercy on me, God, have mercy on me.
Do not trust, my soul, in corruptible wealth and in unrighteous gatherings, for you will not leave all this to anyone, but cry: have mercy on me, O Christ God, who is unworthy.
Do not trust, my soul, in bodily health and fleeting beauty, for you see how the strong and the young die; but cry: have mercy on me, O Christ God, who is unworthy.
Glory to the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit . Remember, my soul, eternal life, the Kingdom of Heaven, prepared for the saints, and the pitch darkness and the wrath of God, and cry: have mercy on me, O Christ God, unworthy.
And now , and forever, and forever and ever, amen . Come, my soul, to the Mother of God and pray to her, for she is a quick helper to those who repent, she will pray to the Son of Christ God, and she will have mercy on me, the unworthy.
Song 8.
Irmos: From the flames of the saints you poured out the dew and you burned the righteous sacrifice with water: do everything, O Christ, only as you will. We exalt you to all ages.
Have mercy on me, God, have mercy on me.
Why should I not cry when I always think about death, when I see my brother lying in the grave, inglorious and ugly? What am I drinking and what am I hoping for? Just grant me, Lord, before the end, repentance. (Twice)
Glory to the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit . I believe that you will come to judge the living and the dead, and all will stand in their rank, old and young, rulers and princes, virgins and priests; where will I find myself? For this reason I cry: grant me, Lord, before the end, repentance.
And now , and forever, and forever and ever, amen . Most Pure Mother of God, accept my unworthy prayer and save me from impudent death, and grant me repentance before the end.
Song 9.
Irmos: It is impossible for man to see God; the officials of the Angels do not dare to look at Worthiness; By You, O All-Pure One, the Word Incarnate, Who magnifies Him as a man, we please You with the heavenly howls.
Have mercy on me, God, have mercy on me.
Now I come running to you, Angels, Archangels and all the heavenly powers standing at the Throne of God, pray to your Creator that He may deliver my soul from eternal torment.
Have mercy on me, God, have mercy on me.
Now I cry to you, holy patriarchs, kings and prophets, apostles and saints and all the chosen ones of Christ: help me in judgment, that He may save my soul from the power of the enemy.
Glory to the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit . Now I will lift up my hand to you, holy martyrs, desert women, virgins, righteous women and all the saints who pray to the Lord for the whole world, that He may have mercy on me at the hour of my death.
And now , and forever, and forever and ever, amen . Mother of God, help me, who trusts most strongly in You, beg Your Son to place me, unworthy, at His right hand, when the judge of the living and the dead sits, amen.
Prayer.
Master Christ God, who healed my passions with His passions and healed my ulcers with His wounds, grant me, who have sinned much against You, tears of compunction; dissolve my body from the smell of Your Life-giving Body, and delight my soul with Your Honest Blood from sorrow, from which the enemy gave me a drink; lift up my mind to You, which has fallen to the ground, and lift me up from the abyss of destruction: for I am not the imam of repentance, I am not the imam of compunction, I am not the imam of consoling tears that lead children to their inheritance. My mind has been darkened by worldly passions, I cannot look to You in illness, I cannot warm myself with tears, even love for You. But, Lord Jesus Christ, treasury of good things, grant me complete repentance and a laborious heart to seek Yours, grant me Your grace and renew the eyes of Yours in me image. Leave you, don’t leave me; come to seek me, lead me to Thy pasture and number me among the sheep of Thy chosen flock, educate me with them from the grain of Thy Divine Sacraments, through the prayers of Thy Most Pure Mother Tere and all Your saints. Amen.
In the canons, the chorus as a prayer appeal is pronounced before the first and second (and third, when there is one) troparion of each song, but is not read before the troparion beginning with “Glory to the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit” and “And now and ever and unto ages of ages.” . Amen".
Read online “Ladder of Years”
Anne Tyler
staircase years
Instead of a preface
BALTIMORE WOMAN DISAPPEARED DURING FAMILY VACATION
Early this morning, the Delaware State Police reported that Cordelia F. Grinstead, 40, the wife of a Roeland Park therapist, had gone missing while vacationing in Bethany Beach.
Mrs. Grinstead was last seen about noon last Monday, walking south along the coast between Bethany and Sea Colony.
Witnesses to her disappearance - her husband, Dr. Samuel Grinstead, fifty-five years old, and three children - Susan, twenty-one years old, Ramsay, nineteen years old, and Carroll, fifteen years old - report that there were no suspicious characters around. They say that she just left, and they themselves missed her only late in the evening.
Mrs. Grinstead is a slender, petite woman with light brown curly hair, about one meter fifty-seven or sixty-five centimeters tall, and weighs about forty or fifty kilograms. The eyes are blue, or gray, or perhaps green, the nose is slightly sunburnt, there are freckles on the face.
She carried a large wicker bag tied with a pink ribbon, but her family disagreed on what she was wearing. According to her husband, presumably something pink or blue, frilly or lace, “like a slip.”
Authorities deny drowning because Mrs Grinstead chose not to swim as she had an aversion to water. Her sister, Eliza Felson, fifty-two, told reporters that Delia "may have been a cat in a previous life."
Anyone who knows the whereabouts of Mrs. Grinstead should contact the Delaware State Police Department.
1
It all started on a Saturday morning in May, on one of the warm spring days, as if saturated with the smell of clean linen. Delia went to the supermarket to buy groceries for the week. She paused in the produce section, absentmindedly fingering bunches of celery. Herb stands always made her think. Why, Delia wondered, isn’t celery called “corduroy grass”? It would be much more expressive. And the heads of garlic should be called “mosh”, because their shape resembles bags of gold coins from ancient fairy tales.
The customer to her left was choosing green onions. It was still quite early, the store was almost empty, and yet it seemed as if the man was slightly pressing on Delia. A couple of times she felt the touch of his shirt with her hand. In addition, he simply moved the bow from place to place - he picked up one bunch tied with an elastic band, then threw it and took another. The man had very long and knobby fingers, almost spider-like, sticking out from under the cuffs of his yellow Oxford shirt.
He asked:
- Do you know if this is called a leek?
“Well, sometimes,” Delia answered. Then she took the nearest bunch of greens and stepped towards the plastic bags.
- Or is it shallots?
“No, it’s a leek,” she objected.
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Unnecessarily, the stranger handed the woman a roll of bags. The man towered over her by a full foot. Delia tore off one bag, threw celery into it and headed for the mug with rubber bands, but the stranger had already pulled out one and handed it to her.
- What then shallots? - he asked.
Delia might have thought that he was flirting with her, but, turning around, she noticed that the man was certainly ten years younger than her and was also very handsome. He had straight dark brown hair and clear blue eyes that made his face look dreamy. He smiled, looking at her and moving a little closer than strangers usually stand.
“Hmm...” she said discouraged.
“Shalott,” the man reminded.
- Shallots are thicker.
She put the celery in the grocery cart.
“I think the shallots are on top of the parsley,” Delia said over her shoulder, only to find that a customer had caught up with her and walked alongside her as she wheeled her cart toward the citrus stand. He was wearing blue jeans, very faded, and soft moccasins. The sound of his footsteps was drowned out by the tune of “King of the Road” blasting from the store’s stereo system.
“I need lemons too,” said the man. Delia gave him another look.
“Listen,” he spoke suddenly, “can I ask you a big favor?”
- Mmm…
— My ex-wife is there, near the potatoes. Or not quite an ex, in general... well, we broke up, let's call it that, and she's there with her friend. Could you pretend we're together? Until I can sneak out of here?
“Of course,” Delia replied.
And she instantly plunged into a happy past, into the good old student atmosphere of romantic intrigue and trickery. She narrowed her eyes, raised her chin and said: “We’ll show her!” — she walked past the fruits and turned towards the root vegetables.
- Which one is she? - Delia asked barely audible.
“In a sand shirt,” whispered the stranger. And suddenly he burst out laughing...
