15th Sunday after Pentecost / The Apodosis of the Nativity of the Theotokos
Beatitudes
on 10 Octoechos 6; Feast 4, from Ode 9, First Canon.
1. Remember me when Thou comest in Thy kingdom,
O God my Savior, and save me, for Thou alone lovest mankind.
2. By a tree was Adam deceived; yet again by the
Tree of the Cross was the thief saved, who cried out: Remember me in Thy
kingdom, O Lord!
3. O Bestower of life, Who
hadst broken down the gates and portals of hades, Thou hast saved all who cry
out to Thee, O Savior: Glory to Thine arising!
4. O Thou Who by Thy burial hast made death
captive, and by Thy resurrection hast filled all with joy: remember me, in that
Thou art compassionate.
5. The myrrh-bearing women who came to the tomb
heard an angel cry out: Christ, Who hath enlightened
all things is risen!
6. Together let us all hymn Christ, Who was nailed to the Cross and hath delivered the world
from beguilement.
7 & 8. Thee do we magnify, O blessed and most pure Theotokos, who through thy virginal womb ineffably didst make God incarnate, the Luminary Who shone forth before the sun and hath come to us in the flesh.
9. He Who poured forth water from the stone for the rebellious people, through the womb of a barren woman giveth to us, the right submissive nations, the fruit of gladness: thee, O all-pure Mother of God, whom we magnify as is meet.
10. Thee, O Theotokos, do we magnify, who hast removed the ancient and precipitous condemnation: the restoration of our first mother, the cause of the reconciliation of our race to God, the bridge to the Creator.
Troparia
Tone 6: Angelic hosts were above Thy tomb, /
and they that guarded Thee became as dead. /
And Mary stood by the grave seeking Thine immaculate
body. /
Thou didst despoil hades and wast not tempted by it. /
Thou didst meet the Virgin and didst grant us life. //
O Thou Who didst rise from the dead, O Lord, glory be to
Thee.
Glory… Both now… Tone 4: Thy nativity, O Theotokos Virgin, /
hath proclaimed joy to all the world; /
for from thee hath dawned the Sun of Righteousness, Christ our God, /
annulling the curse, and bestowing the blessing, //
abolishing death and granting us life eternal.
The Epistle
Reader: The
Prokimenon in the 6th Tone: Save,
O Lord, Thy people and bless Thine inheritance.
Choir:
Save, O Lord, Thy people and bless Thine inheritance.
Reader: Unto
Thee, O Lord, Will I cry; O my God, be not silent unto me.
Choir:
Save, O Lord, Thy people and bless Thine inheritance.
Reader: In the 3rd Tone: My soul doth magnify the Lord, and my
spirit hath rejoiced in God my Savior.
Choir: My soul doth magnify the Lord, and my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Savior.
Reader:
The Reading is from the Epistle of the Holy Apostle Paul to the Galatians:
[Gal. 6:11-18 (§215); II Cor. 4:6-15 (§176); Phil 2:5-11
(§240)].
Reader: Alleluia
in the 1st Tone: I have raised up one chosen out of my
people; with my holy oil have I anointed him.
Choir:
Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia!
Reader: For
My hand shall be unto Him an ally, and Mine arm shall strengthen him.
Choir:
Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia!
Reader: In the 8th
Tone: Hearken, O daughter, and see, and incline thine ear.
Choir:
Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia!
Gospel [John 3:13-17
(§9); Matt. 22:35-46 (§92); Luke 10:38-42, 11:27-28 (§54)].
Kontakia
Tone 6:
Having by His life bestowing hand raised up all the dead
out of the dark abysses, /
Christ God, the Giver of life, hath bestowed the
Resurrection upon the fallen human race;/
for He is the Savior of all, //
the Resurrection, and the Life, and the God of all.
Glory... Both now... Tone 4:
Joachim and Anna were freed from the reproach of childlessness /
and Adam and Eve from the corruption of death, by thy holy nativity, O immaculate one,/
which thy people, redeemed from the guilt of offenses, /
celebrate, by crying to thee: //
The barren woman giveth birth to the Theotokos, the
nourisher of our life.
Instead
of “It is truly meet…” we chant the Irmos of the 9th Ode of the
Second Canon
of
the feast, Eighth Tone:
Refrain: Magnify, O my soul, / the most glorious nativity of the Mother of God.
Irmos: Foreign to mothers
is virginity, /
and strange is childbirth for virgins,
/
yet both were accomplished in
thee, O Theotokos. /
Wherefore, we and all generations
of the earth //
without ceasing do magnify thee.