Orthodox Calendar

HIDE TROPARION

After Matin Gospel, Publican and the Pharisee, Troparion, Tone VIII —
Open to me the doors of repentance, O Life-giver. For my spirit rises early to pray towards Thy holy temple, bearing the temple of my body all defiled. But in Thy compassion, purify me by the loving kindness of Thy mercy.

Theotokion:
Make straight for me the paths of salvation, O Mother of God. For I have profaned my soul with shameful sins, and have wasted my whole life in easy-going indifference. But by thy intercessions deliver me from all uncleanness.

Tone VI —
Have mercy on me, O God, according to Thy great mercy; and according to the multitude of Thy compassions, blot out my transgression. When I think of the multitude of ghastly things I have done, wretch that I am, I tremble at the fearful day of Judgment. But trusting in the mercy of Thy loving kindness; like David I cry to Thee: Have mercy on me, O God, according to Thy great mercy.

(Note: These penitential songs are sung on Sundays during the Great Fast from the Sunday of the Publican and Pharisee to the fifth week.)

Kontakion, Tone IV —
Let us avoid the proud speaking of the Pharisee and learn humility from the groans of the Publican, and let us cry in penitence: O Saviour of the world, be merciful to Thy servants.

Troparion of the Sunday, Tone V —
Let us, the faithful, praise and worship the Word, / Co-eternal with the Father and the Spirit, / born for our salvation from the Virgin, / for He willed to be lifted up on the cross in the flesh, / to endure death / and to raise the dead by His glorious resurrection.

Hymn to the Theotokos, Tone V —
Rejoice, O impassable gate of the Lord! / Rejoice, O wall and protection of those who run to you! / Rejoice, O unshakable refuge! / Rejoice, O Virgin Mother of your God and Creator! / Do not cease praying for those who praise you and worship your Son. (1x) Blessed be the name of the Lord, henceforth and forever more.

Kontakion of the Sunday, Tone V —
Thou didst descend into hell, O my Savior, / shattering its gates as almighty; / resurrecting the dead as Creator, / and destroying the sting of death. / Thou hast delivered Adam from the curse, O Lover of Man, / and we all cry to Thee: "O Lord, save us!"

St. Bucolus, Bishop of Smyrna, Troparion, Tone IV —
The truth of things revealed thee to thy flock as a rule of faith,/ a model of meekness and a teacher of abstinence/ wherefore thou hast attained the heights through humility/ and riches through poverty.// O hierarch Bucolus our father, entreat Christ God that our souls be saved.

Troparion of the feast, Tone I —
Rejoice, O Virgin Theotokos full of grace,/ for from thee hath shone forth the Sun of Righteousness, Christ our God,/ enlightening them that are in dark­ness./ Be glad thou also, O righteous elder,/ who receivest in thine arms the Deliver of our souls,// Who granteth us Resurrection.

Kontakion of the feast, Tone I —
O Thou Who didst hallow the Virgin’s womb by Thy birth/ and didst bless the hands of Symeon as was meet,/ now Thou hast come and saved us O Christ God./ In the midst of battle grant peace to Thy community,/ and strengthen kings whom Thou hast loved,// O Thou Who alone lovest mankind.

St. Photius, patriarch of Constantinople, Troparion, in Tone IV —
As one like unto the apostles in thy life and a teacher of the whole world, O Photius, entreat the Master of all, that He grant peace to the whole world and great mercy to our souls.

Or this Troparion, in Tone V —
As a radiant beacon hidden in God and a defender of Orthodoxy revealed from on high, O great Photius, blessed adornment of patri­archs, thou didst refute the innovations of prideful heresy. O light of the holy Churches, luminary of the Orient on high, do thou pre­serve them from all error.

Kontakion, in Tone VIII, To thee, the champion leader..."—
Now let the most brilliant luminary of the Church be crowned with flowers of hymnody; the most godly instructor of the Orthodox, the divinely inspired harp of the Spirit, the most mighty opponent of heresy; and let us cry out to him: Rejoice, O most honored Photius!