The Evlogitaria of the Dead,

Blessed art Thou, O Lord, teach me Thy statutes.
The choir of the saints has found the Fountain of Life and the Door of Paradise; may I also find the way through repentance. I am the lost sheep: call me back and save me, O Savior.
Blessed art Thou, O Lord, teach me Thy statutes.
O saints and martyrs who preached the Lamb of God and like lambs were slain, who now are translated to the eternal life that knows no age: pray fervently to Him, the He may grant us the forgiveness of our sins.
Blessed art Thou, O Lord, teach me Thy statutes.
“All ye who in this life have trod the narrow way of sorrow, bearing the Cross as a yoke and following Me in faith: come and receive with joy the honors and the heavenly crown that I have prepared for you.”
Blessed art Thou, O Lord, teach me Thy statutes.
I am an image of Thine ineffable glory, even though I bear the marks of sin. Take pity on Thy creature, O Master, and cleanse me in Thy loving-kindness. Grant me the fatherland for which I long, making me once more a citizen of Paradise.
Blessed art Thou, O Lord, teach me Thy statutes.
Of old Thou has created me from nothing and honored me with Thy divine image; but when I disobeyed Thy commandment, Thou hast returned me to the earth whence I was taken: lead me back again to Thy likeness, refashioning my ancient beauty.
Blessed art Thou, O Lord, teach me Thy statutes.
Give rest, O God, to Thy servants and establish them in Paradise, where the choirs of the saints and the righteous shine as the stars of heaven. Give rest, O Lord, to Thy servants who have fallen asleep, and overlook all their offences.
Glory to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit: Both now and ever and unto ages of ages, Amen.

The Evlogitaria of the Dead, tone five,
Mattins of Saturday of the Dead