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The Second Sunday of Great Lent

St. Gregory Palamas, Troparion, Tone VIII—

Light of Orthodoxy, pillar and doctor of the Church, adornment of monks, invincible champion of theologians, O Gregory the wonderworker, praise of Thessalonica, preacher of grace, ever pray that our souls may be saved.

Kontakion, Tone II —

Organ of wisdom, holy and divine, bright clarion of theology, we praise thee in harmony, O divine speaker Gregory: But as a mind standing before the First Mind, direct our mind to Him, father, that we may cry: Rejoice, preacher of grace!

Kontaklon of the Sunday, Tone IV —

Now is the time for action, judgment is at our doors. So let us rise and fast, and let us offer tears of compunction with almsgiving, crying: We have sinned more than the sand of the sea. But forgive us all, O Creator, that we may receive incorruptible crowns.

Troparion of the Sunday, Tone II —

When Thou didst descend to death, O Life immortal, / Thou didst slay hell with the splendor of Thy godhead! / And when from the depths Thou didst raise the dead, / all the powers of heaven cried out: / O Giver of life, Christ our God, glory to Thee!

Hymn to the Theotokos, Tone II —

All beyond thought, all most glorious, / are your mysteries, O Theotokos. / Sealed in purity, preserved in virginity, / you were revealed to be the true Mother who gave birth to the true God. / Entreat Him to save our souls.

Kontakion of the Sunday, Tone II —

Hell became afraid, O Almighty Savior, / seeing the miracle of Thy Resurrection from the tomb! / The dead arose! Creation, with Adam, beheld this and rejoiced with Thee! / And the world, O my Savior, praises Thee forever.

The Hieromartyrs of Cherson —

No Troparion is given in the Menaion.

Kontakion, Tone II “He Who dwelleth in the highest” —

The radiant day of the pastors who were bishops in Cherson/ hath dawned with splendor./ We hymn the feast of those who suffered for the sheep of Christ./ O hieromartyrs, entreat Christ, the chief Shepherd,/ that He honor us with a place with the sheep on His right hand,/ that we may cry aloud to you:// Rejoice, O sacred fathers who shed your blood for Christ!

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