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O Lord, I have cried to You, hear me; * Hear me, O Lord! * O Lord, I have cried to You, hear me; * receive the voice of my prayer * when I call upon You. ** Hear me, O Lord!
Let my prayer rise * like incense before You; * the lifting up of my hands * as an evening sacrifice. ** Hear me, O Lord!
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When the Arimathean lifted You,* lifeless from the cross,* O Lord of life,* he anointed You, O Christ, with myrrh,* and wrapped You in a shroud,* and he was moved by heartfelt love* to kiss Your body not subject to decay:* but was restrained by fear,* and rejoicing, he cited out to You:** Glory to Your condescension, O Lover of mankind!
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O Virgin, the shadow of the law passed away with the realization of grace For as the bush had burned without being consumed, so you gave birth while a virgin and you remained a virgin. Instead of the pillar of fire there rose the Sun of Justice; instead of Moses Christ God came forth, the Saviour of our souls.
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When You went down to death, O Life Immortal,* You struck Hades dead with the blazing light of Your divinity.* When You raised the dead from the nether world,* all the powers of heaven cried out:** "O Giver of life, Christ our God, glory be to You!"
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Alleluia. The Prokeimenon is "The Lord is my strength and my song of praise, and He has become my salvation."
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Come all you lovers** of virginity and chastity,* lovingly hold aloft the boast of virginity,* the fountain of life springing up from the solid stone.* She is the bush which grows in the barren land,* the bush of the non-material fire,** who cleanses and illumines our souls.
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Come all you lovers** of virginity and chastity,* lovingly hold aloft the boast of virginity,* the fountain of life springing up from the solid stone.* She is the bush which grows in the barren land,* the bush of the non-material fire,** who cleanses and illumines our souls.
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"All Creation"
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All Creation is filled with rejoicing today, for Christ is born of a virgin.
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"Be Exalted"
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Be exalted, O God, above the heavens, above all the earth be Your glory.
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The noble Joseph took down Your most pure body from the cross; * he wrapped it in a clean shroud * and with fragrant spices laid it in burial in a new tomb. * But You arose in three days, O Lord, ** bestowing great mercy upon the world.
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Bakhmetev
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The words are the Troparion of Holy and Great Saturday which is the first half of the standard Sessional Troparion Tone 2:
Here the translation is:
Joseph, a noble of Arimathea came, taking Your most pure body down from the Tree. He enwrapped it in a shroud of pure linen, and then, covering it with fragrant spices, laid it in a new tomb.
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O my soul, magnify Christ the King, baptized in the Jordan.
Every tongue is at a loss to praise you as is your due, O Mother of God. Even a spirit from above is filled with dizziness when seeking to sing your praises. But since you are good accept our faith, for you know well our love inspired by God. For it is you who protect all Christians; therefore, we magnify you.
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O my soul, magnify Christ the King, baptized in the Jordan.
Every tongue is at a loss to praise you as is your due, O Mother of God. Even a spirit from above is filled with dizziness when seeking to sing your praises. But since you are good accept our faith, for you know well our love inspired by God. For it is you who protect all Christians; therefore, we magnify you.
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O Lord, I have cried to You, hear me; * Hear me, O Lord! * O Lord, I have cried to You, hear me; * receive the voice of my prayer * when I call upon You. ** Hear me, O Lord!
Let my prayer rise * like incense before You; * the lifting up of my hands * as an evening sacrifice. ** Hear me, O Lord!
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Glory be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Spirit, ** now and ever and unto ages of ages. Amen.
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When You went down to death, O Life Immortal,* You struck Hades dead with the blazing light of Your divinity.* When You raised the dead from the nether world,* all the powers of heaven cried out:* "O Giver of life, Christ our God,** glory be to You!"
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O my soul, magnify Christ the King, baptized in the Jordan.
Every tongue is at a loss to praise you as is your due, O Mother of God.* Even a spirit from above is filled with dizziness when seeking to sing your praises.* But since you are good accept our faith, for you know well our love inspired by God.** For it is you who protect all Christians; therefore, we magnify you.
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