From Your holy icon, / O Lady Theotokos, / You poured out the blessed ointment abundantly, / You comforted Your faithful in exile, / And You consoled the unfaithful with light You have enlightened Your son./ So we fall to You, O Lady, with tears:/ Be merciful to us in the hour of judgment,/ May we not have received so much of Your mercy,/ as We will despise punishment, / but grant us through Your prayers to bear spiritual fruit / and save our souls.
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