KONTAKION 9 Bless swiftly passing time. For every hour, every moment brings eternity nearer. A new sorrow, a new gray hair are heralds of the coming world, witnesses of earthly corruption, for all is passing (they tell us) and the Eternal kingdom draws near, where there is no sorrow, no sighing, no tears, but joyful singing: ALLELUIA. IKOS 9 Just as a tree loses its leaves after a time, so our days after a certain number of years come to an end.
The festival of youth fades, the lamp of joy goes out,
the alienation and dispossession of old age approaches.
Friends and relations die. Where are you, young merrymakers?
Their tombs are silent, but their souls are in Thy hand.
Let us think how they watch us form the spiritual world.
O Lord, Who art the brightest Sun, illumine and warm the abodes of those who have fallen asleep.
May the time of our bitter separation pass for ever.
Grant us a joyful meeting in Heaven.
Grant that all may be one with Thee, O Lord.
Restore to the departed, O Lord,
the purity of childhood and the genial spirit of youth,
and may eternal life be to them a Paschal Festival.
O Lord of unutterable Love, remember Thy servants who have fallen asleep.