Together let us beseech the Judge Who looketh into us, Who searcheth the hidden places of the heart, that we might shew our consciences pure before Him!
O long-suffering God, Thou Who art just, gentle and to be feared: Thou desirest more to spare the penitent than that he should be beaten.
Thou art not gratified by the death of those that must die, but Thou raisest them to life.
Nor dost Thou rejoice, o God, in the loss of those that hasten toward the Styx.
For Thy citizens the angels there is joy in the sinner that punisheth his own crimes.
That even Thy littlest one should perish is, I believe, displeasing in Thy sight.
Do Thou keep us ever from all evil, o God, o Judge Who art just, that when Thou comest to render to all deeds their deserts, Thou shouldst not have to punish us but to reward!
