Irmos: Not an intercessor, not an angel, but You Yourself, Lord, came from the Virgin, taking flesh from Her, and saved all of me, a man; Therefore I cry to You: glory to Your power, O Lord!
Most merciful! For our sake, having become incarnate, You wanted to be slain for the sins of people, like a sheep; Therefore, I humbly beg You: cleanse my sins.
God! Heal the wounds of my soul and sanctify everything. Master! Honor me, unfortunate one, to partake of You, Your mystical Divine Supper.
Theotokos: Lady! Have mercy on me, who was born of You, and keep me, Your servant, undefiled and blameless, so that, having accepted the pearl imagined in my mind, I may be sanctified.