The Fifth Sunday of Great Lent: Venerable Mary of Egypt, Troparion, Tone VIII
Troparion - Tone VIII
In thee, O Mother, was carefully preserved what is according to the Image. For thou didst take the Cross and follow Christ. By so doing thou didst teach us to disregard the flesh, for it passes away, but to care for the soul as an immortal thing. Therefore, St. Mary, thy spirit rejoices with the Angels.
Kontakion, Tone IV
Kontakion - Tone IV
Having escaped the fog of sin, and having illumined thy heart with the light of penitence, O glorious one, thou didst come to Christ and didst offer to Him His immaculate and holy Mother as a merciful intercessor. Hence thou hast found remission for transgressions, and with the angels thou ever rejoicest.
Troparion of the Sunday, Tone I
Troparion - Tone I
When the stone had been sealed by the Jews; / while the soldiers were guarding Thy most pure Body; / Thou didst rise on the third day, O Savior, / granting life to the world. / The powers of heaven therefore cried to Thee, O Giver of Life: / Glory to Thy Resurrection, O Christ! / Glory to Thy Kingdom! / Glory to Thy dispensation, O Thou Who lovest mankind.
Hymn to the Theotokos, Tone I
- Tone I
When Gabriel announced to Thee, O Virgin, “Rejoice!” / with that word the Master of all was incarnate in Thee, O Holy Ark. / As the righteous David said, / Thy womb became more spacious than the heavens, bearing Thy Creator. / Glory to Him Who took abode in Thee! / Glory to Him Who came from Thee! / Glory to Him Who freed us by being born of Thee!
Kontakion of the Sunday, Tone I
Kontakion - Tone I
As God, Thou didst rise from the tomb in glory, / raising the world with Thyself. / Human nature praises Thee as God, for death has vanished! / Adam exults, O Master! / Eve rejoices, for she is freed from bondage, and cries to Thee: / Thou art the Giver of Resurrection to all, O Christ!
Holy Martyr Sabinas
No Troparion is given in the Menaion.
Kontakion, Tone II "The steadfast"
Kontakion - Tone II
O God-bearing Sabinas,/ thou divine scion, unfading bloom, branch heavy-laden with fruit,/ with thy gladness fill them that with faith honor thy memory,// and pray thou unceasingly for us all.