After the 1st Reading from the Psalter Kathismata of Compunction.
Tone 3.

As you sojourn on earth, my soul, repent; dust in tomb does not sing hymns, is not delivered from faults; cry out to Christ God: Knower of hearts, I have sinned; before you condemn me, spare me, O God, and have mercy on me.

For how long, my soul, will you remain with your faults? Until when will you delay repentance? Call to mind the judgement to come, cry out to Christ God: Knower of hearts, I have sinned; sinless Lord, have mercy on me!

Hail Mary, Mother and Virgin, the holy mountain, the Paradise in Eden; from whom without seed was born Christ God the Word, through whom life budded for the world.

After the 2nd Reading, Kathismata.

At the dread assize, without accusers I am convicted, without witnesses I am condemned; for the books of the conscience are opened, and hidden deeds are disclosed; then before you are to examine my actions in that most public theatre, O God, have mercy on me and save me.

A dread tribunal awaits me, Lord; for though I remain silent, my deeds cry out; but before that Christ God through repentance seek one who has strayed, and save me.

You have become a divine tabernacle of the Word, O Virgin Mother, alone pure, in purity surpassing Angels; purify me then, who above all others have become fouled by offences of the flesh, with the inspired streams of your prayers, and grant me, holy Lady, his great mercy.

After the 3rd Reading, Kathismata.

As all-powerful by a word you brought to be the things of heaven and the things of earth; while the choirs of Angels, as they stand with trembling round about, offer you, O Master, unceasing praise, crying out by your light to all the ends of the earth; through them we too cry aloud to you: Save us by your compassion.

Of the Martyrs.

The courage of your endurance conquered the devices of the foe, origin of evil, All-praised Champions; therefore you have been granted eternal blessedness; but intercede with the Lord to save the flock of the people that loves Christ, for you are Martyrs for the truth.

With fear the things of heaven rejoiced, with trembling things on earth were glad when the immaculate voice came upon you, Mother of God; for one festival shone out for both, when the Master delivered the first-formed; and so with the Angel we cry to you: Hail, full of grace!

Canon of compunction, of which the Acrostic, without the Theotokia, is:

Lighten me of many offences, O Word. Joseph.

Ode 1. Irmos.

Drowning Pharao’s chariots in the deep, you parted the sea, Lord, and saved the Israelite people as they praised you with songs.

Troparia.

Deliver me, Sinless One, from ten thousand offences, which I have senselessly committed, granting me tears of compunction as you once did to the Harlot.

Through shameful deeds I have become a robbers’ cave, show me through virtues show me to be your house, O Lover of mankind, born by your wish in a cave.

Of the Martyrs.

With God’s Spirit at the helm, inspired Martyrs, you sped through the tempest of torments and reached God’s haven.

Alight with the grace of the Spirit, all-praised Martyrs, you fled rejoicing from the folly of idols.

Theotokion.

All-holy, immaculate help of sinners, righting of the fallen, give me who have sinned greatly the repentance of compunction.

Ode 3. Irmos.

Establish our hearts and enlighten them for your praise, to glorify you, Saviour, to the ages.

Troparia.

As you saved Peter when he was sinking, Lover of mankind, bring me up likewise from the deep of my evils.

Slaying me the trickster killed my with the passions; O Giver of life, make me live by ways of repentance.

Of the Martyrs.

Unjustly set aflame by material fire, you were enflamed, O Martyrs, immaterially by the love of the immaterial.

The Martyrs when racked banished the racks and ambushes of the deceiver, and were found worthy of crowns of victory.

Theotokion.

Mary, whose name is Lady, free me from the lordship of many soul-destroying passions by your prayers.

Ode 4. Irmos.

Do not be angry, Lord, in rivers; let not your anger be like rivers not your indignation an ocean.

Troparia.

Loose the bonds of my passions, Lord, and binding me with repentance, make me a partaker of your good things.

Light for me bright ways of repentance, O Christ, my Sun, and dispel the deep night of my evils.

Of the Martyrs.

You appeared as burning coals, wise Athletes, reducing to ashes the fuel of godlessness, and leading those in darkness to the light.

Imitating Christ’s death, O Martyrs, you were acquainted with pains of many kinds; therefore you inherited life divine.

Theotokion.

Give me, Pure Virgin, true repentance; calm the raging of the passions, O protection of those who sin.

Ode 5. Irmos.

O Christ God, make your light that knows no evening shine on my lowly soul, and guide me to fear of you; because your commands are light.

Troparia.

Do not place me before your judgement seat naked of good deeds, O Lover of mankind; but clothe me with robes of godly actions through repentance.

I have been wounded by the sword of the passions and have fallen into the pit of despair; do not reject me, but heal me, Master, with the medicine of turning back.

Of the Martyrs.

Raked terribly with iron claws, struck with swords and wasted by scourges, brave Athletes, you did not bow the knee to carved idols.

The world is adorned by your sufferings, holy Martyrs; you have found a life with the Angels beyond the world.

Theotokion.

You alone through a word gave birth to the Word upon earth and remained virgin; deliver me from irrational deeds that I may hymn with words of honour.

Ode 6. Irmos.

Do not despise, O Lover of mankind, those who have reached the end of the ages and are in danger of being submerged by waves of temptations as they cry: Save us, O Saviour, as you saved the Prophet from the beast.

Troparia.

Puffed up in thought as once the Pharisee of old I have fallen with a dreadful fall, and seeing it the deceiver is delighted; O Christ, who humbled him by the Cross, take pity on me who have been terribly humbled.

I have become the friend of sin, as no one who has ever lived, and I have squandered your long-suffering, wretch that I am, yet still I remain unfeeling: turn me back in your compassion.

Of the Martyrs.

With reckless purpose the lawless condemned the holy to fire and swords and racks and revealed them to be truly brighter than gold and heirs of Christ.

Entering a stadium full of contests, extraordinary struggles and unnatural torments, you conquered the prince of darkness and from God, O Athletes, received your crowns.

Theotokion.

Ark of the Testament, truly holy table, our mercy-seat, living temple of God, golden lampstand, true Mother of the Creator, we sing your praise.

Ode 7. Irmos.

Three Youths in a furnace typified the Trinity, trampled down the threat of the fire and cried out in praise: Blessed are you, the God of our fathers.

Troparia.

My time is completed, my departure is at the doors, O my soul, show fruits of repentance, before the doors are shut, and cry out to Christ: Lord, save me!

Let us plough up our hearts with the plough of true knowledge, as we bring the corn of repentance, that we may reap a ear of justice by Christ the husbandman of our souls.

Of the Martyrs.

Outspoken lanterns of true religion, enrichers of the needy, Martyrs of the Lord, enrich my most miserable soul, lacking in virtues.

You saved the Publican when he groaned from the depth of his heart; accept my feeble groan and save me through the Champions, who glorify you, O Christ, with their songs.

Theotokion.

Source which pours forth the water of forgiveness, dry up the floods of my faults, granting me showers of tears, that I may ever hymn you as Mother of God.

Ode 8. Irmos.

The Lord who came down and appeared to the Youths in the flame by divine power, you priests praise, you people highly exalt to all the ages.

Troparia.

Through laughter Ham became a slave by his father’s decision; what will you do, my soul, enslaved to the passions, with disordered laughter and without reverence for the heavenly Father?

Senselessly Cain the slayer of his brother became insane with rage; you have appeared like him, my soul, by slaying yourself, not some one else, with the pleasures and deceptions of life.

Of the Martyrs.

The chosen pearls of the Lord, the precious vessels, the shining lamps, godly ray of grace, the Champions of Christ, let us, assembled together, fittingly honour.

Accepting the blood of the wise Champions above incense, O Word, at their prayers save those who fall down before you in repentance, as you alone are merciful.

Theotokion.

By excess of profligacy I have now drawn near to Hell; as you have exceeding compassion, O Maiden, for you gave birth ineffably to the compassionate God, take pity and save me.

Ode 9. Irmos.

On mount Sinai Moses saw you in the bush, who conceived unburned the fire of the Godhead in your womb; while Daniel saw you, an unhewn mountain, Isaias cried out that you budded forth the rod from David’s root.

Troparia.

Jacob took the birthright once through self-mastery, and Esau, who did not master his belly, surrendered his precedence; how wicked is indulgence, how great self-mastery; flee the imitation of wickedness, my soul, love the acquiring of goodness.

Because Job the blameless endured many things he was crowned, for though floods of trials raged round him they did not shake the tower of his heart; always rival him, my soul and stay unwounded by the devices of the evil one.

Of the Martyrs.

Hardened like steel by the fire of the divine Spirit, you clearly appeared as swords cutting down hostile regiments, O Champions of Christ, and great renowned for your victories, you were crowned by the all-powerful hand of the Sovereign of all.

Blameless multitude of the Martyrs, implore the Master and God, who accepted your limitless toils and numbered you with the armies of the Bodiless Powers, to wipe out the multitude of my wickednesses.

Theotokion.

Light-filled palace of the Master, make me a house of light; gate through which none may pass, open to me the roads of repentance; holy Land, guide me to the land of the meek, show me to be free of all the power of the passions.

Aposticha of Lauds, of Compunction.

Gather my scattered mind, Lord, and cleanse my hardened heart, granting me repentance as to Peter, groans as to the Publican, tears as to the Harlot, that with a loud voice I may cry to You: Save me, O God, as alone compassionate and lover of mankind.

Many times as I come to the end of singing hymns I am found to be full of sin, for though I utter songs with my tongue, with my soul I think on foul things; but set both to rights, Christ God, through repentance and save me.

Of the Martyrs.

Come, all peoples, let us honour the memory of the holy Champions; for they became a spectacle to Angels and to men and received from Christ the crown of victory, and the intercede for our souls.

Glory. Both now. Theotokion.

As truly greater than the Angels in heaven, bring the supplication of humans upon earth, O All-holy, to the Master of all, that those who confess you with faith to be true Mother of God may be saved.