Presanctified Liturgy: Wednesday in the 6th Week
The Holy Martyr Sabinas
I am rich in passions and clothed in the deceitful robe of hypocrisy, /
and I rejoice in the sins of self-indulgence. /
There is no limit to my lack of love. /
I neglect my spiritual understanding, /
that lies at the gate of repentance, /
starved of all good things, sick through want of care. /
O Lord, make me like Lazarus poor in sin, /
that I be not tormented in the flame /
that never shall be quenched, /
and pray in vain for a finger to be dipped in water /
and laid upon my tongue. /
But in Thy love for mankind //
make me dwell with the Patriarch Abraham. Twice
Your souls, O holy martyrs, /
were filled with an insatiable love; /
not denying Christ ye endured great sufferings and torment, /
and ye cast down the tyrants’ pride. /
Ye kept the faith unaltered and unharmed, /
and now ye have gone to dwell in heaven. /
Since ye have boldness before Christ, //
pray that peace be given to the world, and to our souls great mercy.
When Thou wast journeying in the flesh, O Jesus, /
the other side of the
Thou hast said to Thy companions:
“My friend Lazarus is already dead, /
and now has been committed to the tomb. /
And so for your sakes I rejoice, my friends, /
for by this ye shall learn that I know all things, /
since I am God, inseparable from the Father, /
though in my visible appearance I am man. /
Let us go then, to bring him back to life, /
that death may feel the defeat /
and utter destruction that I bring upon it, //
bestowing my great mercy on the world.
O ye faithful, let us follow the example of Martha and Mary, /
and as intercessors let us send to the Lord our acts of righteousness, /
that He may come to raise up from the dead our spiritual understanding, /
which lies insensible within the tomb of negligence, /
lacking all feeling of the fear of God /
and having no vital energy. /
So let us cry: As once by Thy dead authority, O merciful Lord, /
Thou hast raised up Thy friend Lazarus, /
so now give life to all of us, //
and grant us Thy great mercy.
Lazarus has now been two days in the tomb, /
and He sees the dead from all the ages. /
There he beholds strange sights of terror, /
a multitude that none can number, the prisoners of hell. /
His sisters bitterly lament, looking upon his tomb. /
But Christ comes to bring His friend to life, /
that a single hymn of praise may be offered up with one accord by all: //
Blessed art Thou, O Savior, have mercy upon us.
Tone 8 (to the special melody “What shall we call you…”):
What shall we call thee, O glorious one. /
Warrior of the mighty King and God, /
who hast manfully set at nought the impiety of the incorporeal ones, /
beacon who shinest forth the noetic Light, /
all-powerful destroyer of idols, /
most fervent athlete and most lawful sufferer. //
Pray thou that our souls be saved. Twice
What now shall we call thee, O Sabinas? /
River of living water, pouring forth breadth of spirit /
upon us who are oppressed amid cruelties, /
inexhaustible flood of healings, /
cup which pourest out a holy draught, /
and wonderworker most true, equal in honor to the incorporeal ones. //
Pray thou that our souls be saved.
What shall we call thee, O holy one? /
Guide of the erring, or intercessor for sinners, /
true physician for them bestormed amid evils, /
precious and fragrant lily of paradise, /
first-fruit among martyrs and their confirmation, /
ever-flowing fount of miracles, valiant struggler. //
Pray thou that our souls be saved.
Glory… Both now… (in the same tone):
To whom hast thou likened thyself, O my wretched soul, /
who in no wise risest to repentance, /
nor fearest the fire which awaiteth the wicked? /
Arise, and call upon her who alone is quick to help, /
and cry aloud: /
O Virgin Mother, entreat thy Son and our God, //
to deliver me from the snare of the deceiver.
and Old Testament
I will be well-pleasing before the Lord in the land of the living.
Stichos: I am filled with love, for the Lord will hear the voice of my supplication.
My vows unto the Lord will I pay in the presence of all His people.
Stichos: I believed, wherefore I spake; I was humbled exceedingly.