Saint Symeon Translator Prayer

O only pure and sinless Lord, Who through the ineffable compassion of Thy love for men didst assume our whole nature through the pure and virgin blood of her who supernaturally conceived Thee by the coming of the Divine Spirit and by the will of the Eternal Father; O Christ Jesus, Wisdom and Peace and Power of God, Who in Thy assumption of our nature didst suffer Thy life-giving and saving Passion - the Cross, the Nails, the Spear, and Death - mortify all the deadly passions of my body.

Thou Who in Thy burial didst spoil the dominions of hell, bury with good thoughts my evil schemes and scatter the spirits of wickedness.

Thou Who by Thy life-giving Resurrection on the third day didst raise up our fallen first Parent, raise me up who am sunk in sin and suggest to me ways of repentance.

Thou Who by Thy glorious Ascension didst deify our nature which Thou hadst assumed and didst honor it by Thy session at the right hand of the Father, make me worthy by partaking of Thy holy Mysteries of a place at Thy right hand among those who are saved.

Thou Who by the descent of the Spirit, the Paraclete, didst make Thy holy Disciples worthy vessels, make me also a recipient of His coming.

Thou Who art to come again to judge the World with justice, grant me also to meet Thee on the clouds, my Maker and Creator, with all Thy Saints, that I may unendingly glorify and praise Thee with Thy Eternal Father and Thy all-holy and good and life-giving Spirit, now and ever, and to the ages of ages.

Amen.

Saint Symeon Prayer

O only pure and sinless Lord, Who through the ineffable compassion of Thy love for men didst assume our whole nature through the pure and virgin blood of her who supernaturally conceived Thee by the coming of the Divine Spirit and by the will of the Eternal Father; O Christ Jesus, Wisdom and Peace and Power of God, Who in Thy assumption of our nature didst suffer Thy life-giving and saving Passion - the Cross, the Nails, the Spear, and Death - mortify all the deadly passions of my body.

Thou Who in Thy burial didst spoil the dominions of hell, bury with good thoughts my evil schemes and scatter the spirits of wickedness.

Thou Who by Thy life-giving Resurrection on the third day didst raise up our fallen first Parent, raise me up who am sunk in sin and suggest to me ways of repentance.

Thou Who by Thy glorious Ascension didst deify our nature which Thou hadst assumed and didst honor it by Thy session at the right hand of the Father, make me worthy by partaking of Thy holy Mysteries of a place at Thy right hand among those who are saved.

Thou Who by the descent of the Spirit, the Paraclete, didst make Thy holy Disciples worthy vessels, make me also a recipient of His coming.

Thou Who art to come again to judge the World with justice, grant me also to meet Thee on the clouds, my Maker and Creator, with all Thy Saints, that I may unendingly glorify and praise Thee with Thy Eternal Father and Thy all-holy and good and life-giving Spirit, now and ever, and to the ages of ages.

Amen.

Saint Symeon Prayer

From sullied lips, from an abominable heart, from an unclean tongue, out of a polluted soul, receive my prayer, O my Christ.

Reject me not, nor my words, nor my ways, nor even my shamelessness, but give me courage to say what I desire, my Christ.

And even more, teach me what to do and say.

I have sinned more than the harlot who, on learning where Thou wast lodging, bought myrrh, and dared to come and anoint thy feet, my Christ, my Lord and my God.

As Thou didst not repulse her when she drew near from her heart, neither, O Word, abominate me, but grant me Thy feet to clasp and kiss, and with a flood of tears as with most precious myrrh dare to anoint them.

Wash me with my tears and purify me with them, O Word.

Forgive my sins and grant me pardon.

Thou knowest the multitude of my evil-doings, thou knowest also my wounds, and Thou seest my bruises.

But also Thou knowest my faith, and Thou beholdest my willingness, And Thou hearest my sighs.

Nothing escapes Thee, my God, my Maker, my Redeemer, not even a tear-drop, nor part of a drop.