The eternally bubbling vital and enlightening source, the co-creator of the Father, the creative power, the whole economy, for the salvation of the living, abundantly fill, Christ, our God. You have untied the bonds of death, and broken the locks of the door, and trodden down multitudes of evil spirits, who offered himself as a priest for us, a spotless body for us to sacrifice, absolved from all sin, and for the sake of the horror of this, and of indescribable priesthood, giving life to us eternally, who brought down into heaven, and crushed the eternal levers, and to those who sat below you pointed to the up, and the archaic and the deep dragon, the theosophist you hooked with a lure, and rows of zophus bound in tartar, and lime fire, and outer darkness, by your infinite power secured, the great-named wisdom of the Father, who appears to the afflicted as a great helper, and you enlightened those in darkness, and the shadow of death seated.
You, Lord of glory, and Father of the Most High, beloved Son, your own light, from your own light, Son of justice, listen to us who are devoted to you, and rest the souls of your servants, our fathers and brothers who have fallen asleep, and the rest of our relatives in the flesh, and all the houses of faith, about which we are commemorating now, because in you is the state of everything, and in your hand you hold all the ends of the earth. Despot pantokrator, God of the Fathers, and Lord of mercy, generation of mortal and immortal, and creator of all human nature, composed and dissolved again, of life and end, of inward passage, and of thence metastases, the times of life count, and the times of death of tissues, descending into He who binds in sickness, and looses in dynasty, who usefully stewards the present, and usefully governs the future, who gives life to death as the center of the afflicted, resurrection hope.
This Lord of hosts, God, our Saviour, the hope of all the ends of the earth, and of those in the far sea, who in this end, and magnify and salvation on the day of Pentecost, the mystery of the holy, and omousius, and synaide, and indivisible and unconfused Trinity, you showed us the coming and presence of your holy and life-giving Spirit, in the form of tongues of fire, upon your holy Apostles of Hechea, and evangelizing them as the subject of our pious faith, and confessor and preacher of the true unproven theology, who also in this full Feast and saves, tears of prayer, for those who are possessed in Ídas, who receive praise, give us great hope, comfort to the captives of those who possess them, and relief from I surrender to you.
Hear us the humble, your bitter ones, and rest the souls of your servants who have fallen asleep, in a bright place, in a place of grass, in a place of refreshment, may all pain, sorrow, and groaning escape, and place their spirits in the tents of the Righteous, and grant them peace and comfort, for it is not the dead who praise you, O Lord, nor those who are in confession and praise you, but we who are living bless you and beseech you, and offer you the gifts of prayer and sacrifice for their souls.