Canon of the Blessed Virgin Mary before the Iverskaya Icon
Song a҃.
Irmos:
The chariot-drivers of the Pharaohs invaded and sometimes created the Myseya rod, struck the cross and divided the sea: and the fugitive As we walk, we sing the song of God.
And the bad praises of the most honorable, all-blameless, skin before yours, my God and where, above the two words of the widow You, and grant me permission for my sins, and I magnify you in due course.
The angelic song is similar to you, because this country gave birth to a creator. but let us also, oh dear, accept our humble prayers, and let us sing where the glory is glorified in our weakness.
The waters are standing, the waves are standing in the middle of the sea, bearing yours, bgomati, і҆кѡнꙋ. My moving heart is firmly established on the stone of the commandments of those monasteries.
The helper and patroness was two, two, the destroyers of the Iversk, the warriors of the world from the ships and into the seas, having sunk: but drowned in the name of mercy This is yours, all my deepest passions and my countless sins.
Song of the city.
Irmos:
Confirm at the beginning the foundation of the earth on the waters, on the rocks of the earth, thy commandments are firmly established: ꙗ҆́ There is nothing brighter than you, more loving than you.
I confirm my heart in the spirit of this, God, and all my pride and exalted and darkened spirit, yes I cry out: there is no light, our God, and there is no righteousness, our God.
You, who are blessed, give strength to those who are infirm, and satisfy those who are hungry: visit my weakness, and the thirsty and the thirsty for me. saturate the living with bread, through your virginity, descended from everything to the earth.
Rise, dear one, from the earth of God, and from the dunghills of sin, raise up the poor: grant prayers to me, let us pray to you, may you sing majesty It's frozen.
Show my infertile one fruitful, blessed two, and the infertile one who was born: you are fruitful of all the blessings we bring. Serve your cake.
Sedalen:
The bright day of our surrogate is the triumph: let the creation leap, let the cathedrals of mankind rejoice: the people of the bts convene us In the same way, it is the mlⷭ҇ti of the faithful who enlighten. We also cry out joyfully: God bless you, God bless you, bless you, bless you, bless you, and bless you! ѧ̀.
Song of the day.
Irmos:
You are my fortress, where you are, you are my strength, you are my god, you are my joy, you do not destroy the depths of my soul and our poverty. in. In the meantime, with a great cry, a call to you: glory to your strength, love of men.
Covered with your good, bg҃omati, and praise, yours and ҆sporalnisѧ Earthѧ̀: but you are in any way the holding of your crops ҆ ѿ ѿ ѿ ѿ ѿ
Those who are preparing the procession of your day, give the abyss its voice, raise up the sun, and all the saints That’s right: but you left for the rest of people, fortunately your inheritance has come.
Having heard the words of your coming, and now it’s terrible, then your deeds are terrible. but sometimes see my soul, please remember yours, my dear, and I cry: glory to your captivity, God bless you.
You are my strength and strength, so much so, in the day of my tribulation, and from the lands of the newcomers, you will return to your new inheritance Yes, and I'm glad I'm sleeping.
Song є҃.
Irmos:
All day long, the light is invisible, and the darkness has covered the place, but it is your brother. Me, and to the light of your commandments, please direct me, I pray.
See, why are the nights of the troubling people of your flock, and yours is praiseworthy, and the resolution of sins in the past, and in life and in correction, and in the divine glory of communion: do not despise us, your face is yours, the light does not enter the world .
With every soul and thought in your flock, everyone honors you with spiritual songs and divine songs, simply It’s easier to avoid sins and let you sleep. You are our healer, please, give it all up, it’s all bad.
Your temple, two, other paradise is showing today, the tree of life and your beauty, south of all With all our hearts and love, we cry out: oh, peace, give us peace, oh, our fellows, and for our sakes I don't know about you.
The river is sweet and the flow of saturation, the mann of heaven, and the wealth and blessings of ever-flowing in thy destroyer of the living and when they are tired, they sing your rzhⷭ҇tvo, ѻ҆trokovice.
Song of ѕ҃.
Irmos:
Clean the world, pray, I have raised my sins, and I have raised my heart, I pray: I have cried out to you, and heard ѧ̀, please save me.
In the sorrow of my heart I cry out to you, my dear, the sea of life is drowning, I’m rushing to you, I’m quietly running to you: I’m bringing you back alive from mine.
The abyss after the last day of sin will be there, and my soul will disappear: but the space, above all, is high with your muscles, and it will disappear Yes, and make me come to yours unharmed.
Do not completely destroy me and your face, or do not enter the magic of light, do not harm me in the form of lawlessness: but raise me to the bliss of passions May my belly rise up and devour you with a voice of praise and confession.
The temple of this body is completely defiled, to you, the most pure temple of the eternal word, I dare in honor of your temple, before your stand Ikanova, offer my humble prayers. You, my dear mlⷭ҇tivaѧ, I pray for your kindness.
Kontakion, voice i҃:
And even in the sea your life was thrown into the sea, but the widows could not save her enemies: but she was saved There is a guardian and a goalkeeper of the killers of the Iversk, a terrifying enemy in the Orthodox Russian country. There are troubles and misfortunes that deliver.
Ikos:
In the pillar of fire, the holy mother of God saw and cried out to the fasting people of the faith: oh well, bless us In honor of yours, in the greater land of ours: you, Gabriel, dare to go into the sea, and at the same time, Your treasure is ours, may it be We are a constant guardian, but we are the protector and the joy of all the hearts, and the guardian, and the protector of misfortunes and deliverers.
Song z҃.
Irmos:
Bzhґїѧ condescend to ѻ҆́гн ᲂу҆стѣсѧ in въвѷлѡ́нѣ sometimes: now for the sake of ѻ҆́́н in the cave, happy with the foot ꙗ҆́кѡ in ts The vegetative face is cheerful, singing: blessed be the blessing of ours.
Sinned, lawless, untruthful before us: but, for my part, we are blessed, we are righteous We express our wrath through your warm intercession, and let us sing to you: You are our God, blessed be He.
In the cave and in the future, let our enemies be put to shame, and let our enemies be disgraced, and let all be disgraced Yes, you are so famous throughout the universe that you are glorified.
Here is the glory of the kingdom, the most honest god, the stirring temple, in it there is everything, there is a firmament in everything, on everything Let us drink, bless, and extol the sun of righteousness for all eternity.
You are cheerful and alive in the past, you are the capital of the city, more and more praise, two dark things, great and beautiful exalted forever.
Song and.
Irmos:
The sevenfold furnace of the Chaldean scourge kindled the godly frenzy, and with the power of the best of the Saviors, the Creator and the Redeemer It goes like this: Bless the brethren, sing to the maidens, exalt the people for all ages.
The aggala forces sing, extol the human race, bless all creation, especially two things: prime and me The praise brought to you is unworthy.
Sing and sing to the blessed land of Versk, exalting the entire country of Russia, the blessed land, the rivers of the place and its own. They are creative and oozing. We praise, we bless, we worship you, bless you, we sing and exalt you to all ages.
Let us remind you that the capital city of Moscow is not only being enlightened, but also where it is being painted. With this help, the source of help is in it.
Also, the country of Novgorod and other cities and towns will be likened to yours, in other words, by the way, and by the way sing, cry out: sing and exalt to all ages.
Song ѳ҃.
Irmos:
Oh, the horrors of our family, and the earth's ends, our lives are carnal, and your womb is space-free. the most important thing. That's why they call bureaucrats great.
The secret of the depths of yours is terrifying, two, and the purest thing of yours drives away demons: it does not tolerate more look at the forces, they run and disappear. We bow to that kindness and bless you, and magnify it.
Come, all of you, let us worship, fall down and exalt the darkness of God, by looking upon us the humble, who are eager to fulfill the good, and put Yours is a covenant with us in the creation of your wondrous things.
Btsⷣe two, ᲂу҆пова́нїе хрⷭ҇тє howнѡмъ, try and ҆ our ꙋ family ꙋ mlⷭ҇ti of yours, formerly ѻ҆цє́м ours, cover and ҆ observance on Everything is good.
I thank all my helpers, I can’t sing a worthy human and agggal language, for all yours In the most honest and earthly glory: but mercifully accept this prayer offered to you, and always save us, for that reason I'll put it on you.
Luminous:
I'm honest with you, especially Gavriil in the world, I say to you: I'm sweet , let the protection of your slayer be the joy of all, and the wrangler of eternal life.
“Shooted on his estate...”
CANON OF THE HOLY MOTHER OF GOD BEFORE HER IVERN ICON
Troparion, tone 1
The insolence of those who hate the image of the Lord and the power of the wicked came ungodly to Nicaea, and sent an inhumane widow, who piously venerated the icon of the Mother of God, tormented, but while melting the night with her son, they let the icon into the sea, crying: glory to Thee, Pure One, like the impenetrable sea of thy capes, glory to justice Yours, One Imperishable.
CANON, tone 8
Song 1
Irmos: Plunge into the chariot of the persecutor of Pharaoh, sometimes work miracles with the rod of Moses, striking crosswise and dividing the sea, but save Israel the fugitive, save the pedestrian, singing the song of God.
Chorus: Most Holy Theotokos, save us.
Accept praise from profane lips, O All-Immaculate One, just as Thy Son, my God and Lord, accepted the widow’s two mites, and grant the resolution of my sins, as I duly magnify Thee.
Most Holy Theotokos, save us.
Angelic singing is befitting of You, Mother of God, Who gave birth to the Creator of these strange things. But also from us, O Lady, accept this humble prayer, so that we may sing to the Lord: gloriously glorified in our weakness.
Glory: Thickening the waters, thickening the waves in the middle of the sea, bearing Your icon, O Mother of God. Establish my moving heart on the rock of Christ’s commandments.
And now: You were the Helper and Protectress, O Virgin, of the monastery of Iveron, having plunged the Amiras from their ships into the sea, but drowned in the abyss of the mercy of Your Son all my spiritual passions and my countless sins.
Song 3
Irmos: Establish at the beginning the Heavens with your mind and the earth on the waters, establishing me, Christ, on the stone, establish Your commandments, as there is nothing holy, more than You, the only Lover of mankind.
Most Holy Theotokos, save us.
Confirm my heart in trust in You, Mother of God, remove all pride and exaltation from my darkened mind, so that I cry: none is holy, like the Lord, and nothing is righteous, like our God.
Most Holy Theotokos, save us.
You, O Mother of God, girdle the weak with strength, satisfy the hungry; visit my weakness and the hungry and thirsty me to satisfy the Animal Bread, which came down from Heaven to earth through Your virgin womb.
Glory: Rise up, O Lady, from the earth me, the poor, and from the rotting place of sin, raise up the poor, give prayer to me, the one who prays, and, magnifying, I sing Your intercession.
And now: Show my barren mind to be fruitful, O Good Virgin, born of barrenness: for You will give the fruitfulness of all good things by the appearance of Your icon.
Lord, have mercy (three times). Glory, and now:
Sedalen
Today is a bright day of celebration for our Intercessor. Let the creation leap, let the cathedrals of humanity rejoice, for the Holy Mother of God calls us to see Her fiery icon enlightening with the rays of faithful mercy. Moreover, we rejoice and cry out: save, O Lady, from famine, fire, sword and troubles all who honor the appearance of Your icon.
Song 4
Irmos: You are my strength, Lord, You are my strength, You are my God, You are my joy, do not leave the bosom of the Father and visit our poverty. Together with the prophet Habakkuk I call Ti: Glory to Your power, Lover of mankind.
Most Holy Theotokos, save us.
The Heavens are covered with Thy virtue, O Mother of God, and the earth is filled with Thy praise, but place the sovereign love of Thy fortress on me, the desperate one.
Most Holy Theotokos, save us.
Preparing the procession, more wonderful than Your icon, the abyss gave its voice, the sun rose, and its radiance was like light, but You came out to save people, You came to save Your inheritance.
Glory: When the foreigners heard the rumor of Your coming, they were afraid; Having understood Your deeds, I was horrified, but sometimes my soul was confused, remember Your mercy, Lady, and cry: glory to Your intercession, Mother of God.
And now: You are my strength and strength, O Mother of God, I will rest in You on the day of my sorrow, and from the land of alienation I will ascend with You to the Heavenly inheritance, and I will rejoice in the Lord and God, my Savior.
Song 5
Irmos: Thou hast cast me away from Thy presence, O Light of the Unstoppable, and an alien darkness has covered me, the accursed one, but turn me and direct my path to the light of Thy commandments, I pray.
Most Holy Theotokos, save us.
See, O Pure One, from the night the people of Thy flock, who are waking up in the morning, presenting Thy God-praising icon, asking for the resolution of sins, and the correction of life, and the Divine glory of the sacrament: do not cast us away from Thy presence, the Light of the Mother who never leaves.
Most Holy Theotokos, save us.
With all their souls and thoughts in Your flock, everyone rejoices, psalms, and spiritual songs, and Divine singing venerate Your icon, asking for the forgiveness of sins and the salvation of souls. You, who are our healing, grant all this to the Lady Bride of God.
Glory: Thy Temple, O Virgin, like another paradise has now appeared, like the tree of life having an icon of Thy beauty, even as we all diligently kiss with reverence and love, we cry: Lady, give us peace, Lady, gain us, for do You know no other consolation? .
And now: The sweet River Ty and the stream of saturation, the manna from Heaven, the abundance and grace that ever flows in Thy monastery, having acquired those who live, they sing Thy Nativity, O Maiden.
Song 6
Irmos: Cleanse me, O Savior, for my iniquities are many, and bring me up from the depths of evil, I pray, for I have cried out to You, and hear me, O God of my salvation
Most Holy Theotokos, save us.
In the sorrow of my heart I cry out to Thee, Lady, the sea of life is drowned by a storm; I come running to You, like a quiet refuge: lift my belly away from aphids.
Most Holy Theotokos, save us.
The last abyss of sins has overcome me, and my spirit disappears, but stretch out, O Lady, Your high arm and, like Gabriel, make me, running to Your icon, unharmed.
Glory: Do not completely cast me away from Your presence, Mother of the Never-Ending Light, do not allow me to wallow in the abyss of iniquity, but lift me up from the cronyism of passions, so that my belly may rise from decay and devour You with a voice of praise and confession.
Otherwise: The temple I wear is completely desecrated, I dare to offer my humble prayers to You, the Most Pure Temple of the Eternal Word, in Your honorable Temple. You, as the Merciful One, cleanse me with Your compassion.
Lord, have mercy (three times). Glory, and now:
Kontakion, tone 8
Even though Your holy icon, Mother of God, was thrown into the sea from a widow who could not save her from her enemies, the guardian of Athos and the goalkeeper of the Iveron monastery appeared, frightening enemies and in the Orthodox Russian country who reveres You, delivering You from all troubles and misfortunes.
Ikos
Having seen the icon of the Mother of God appearing in the pillar of fire, the faces of the Iveron fasters cried out: O Master, grant us the ability to receive the icon of Your Mother for the consolation of our journey; You, Gabriel, dare and go into the sea, and take into your arms the treasure that is being revealed to us, may it be a vigilant guard for us, a protection and joy for all Christians, and a guardian, delivering us from troubles and misfortunes.
Song 7
Irmos: God's descent of the fire was ashamed in Babylon sometimes. For this reason, the youths in the cave, with joyful feet, like in a flower bed rejoicing, said: Blessed are you, O God of our fathers.
Most Holy Theotokos, save us.
We have sinned, we have sinned, we have been untruthful before the Lord, but, my Lady Theotokos, as the Good One, extinguish the fire of His righteous anger with Your warm intercession, let us sing to Him: Our Father God, blessed art Thou.
Most Holy Theotokos, save us.
In the cave of temptations and misfortunes, the scorched ones are sprinkled, O Mother of God, with the streams of Your bounty, may our enemies be put to shame and may everyone understand that You are the only Lady Mother of God, glorified throughout the entire universe.
Glory: The Throne of the King of Glory, the Most Honest Cherub, the animate temple, in which the Lord dwells, the firmament of Heaven, on which rises the Sun of Truth, Christ, We sing Thee, O Mother of God, and exalt Thee to all ages.
And now: You are joy for those living in the deserts, You are also consolation and praise for this city, O Virgin Mary, revered and exalted forever.
Song 8
Irmos: By the sevenfold, the Chaldean tormentor furiously kindled the cave of the Godly, but by the best power they were saved, having seen this, they cried out to the Creator and Savior: children, bless, priests, sing, O people, exalt to all ages.
Most Holy Theotokos, save us.
The Angelic Powers sing Thee, the human race extols, all creation bless Thee, the Most Pure Virgin Mary. Accept from me, the unworthy, the praise brought to You.
Most Holy Theotokos, save us.
Sing, O monks of Athos, bless, O land of Iveron, extol, O whole Russian country, the Good Lady, flowing rivers of miracles from Her miraculous icon. We praise, bless, and worship Thee, the Mother of God, singing and exalting throughout all ages.
Glory: Not only is Saint Athos enlightened by the likeness of the Iveron Icon, but the capital city of Moscow is also beautified, thereby receiving miraculous help and finding a source of consolation in it.
And now: Also the country of Novgorod and other cities and towns in the likeness of Thy Iveron icon, O Lady, have been sanctified and enlightened by miracles, crying out: Sing to the Lord and exalt ye unto all ages.
Song 9
Irmos: Heaven and earth were horrified at this, and the ends of the earth were amazed, for God had appeared as a man in the flesh, and Your womb was more spacious than Heaven. Thus Thea, the Mother of God, the Angels and the people of the ranks are magnified.
Most Holy Theotokos, save us.
The mystery of the depth of Your Nativity terrifies the angelic mind, O Virgin, and Your most pure icon drives away the demons, who cannot bear to look at its power, they run and disappear. We kindly bow to her and kiss her, and we magnify You, the Mother of God.
Most Holy Theotokos, save us.
Come, all of us, let us worship, fall down and exalt the Mother of God, who has looked upon us, the humble, who is hungry and fulfills good things, and who has made a covenant of mercy with us in the appearance of Her wondrous icon.
Glory: Virgin Mother of God, the hope of Christians, add Thy mercy to our family, who was our father, cover and keep us from all evil.
And now: O All-merciful Helper of Christians, human and angelic tongues cannot praise You worthily, as all creatures are most honorable and most glorious on earth, but graciously accept this prayer offered to You from us and save us always, for we have placed our trust in You.
PRAYER
Most Holy Virgin, Mother of Christ our God, Queen of Heaven and earth! Hear the much-painful sighing of our souls, look down from Thy holy height upon us, who with faith and love worship Thy most pure image. Behold, we are immersed in sins and overwhelmed by sorrows, looking at Your image, as if You were alive and existing with us, we offer our humble prayers. The imams have no other help, no other intercession, no consolation, except You, O Mother of all who grieve and are burdened! Help us, the weak, assuage our sorrows, guide us, the erring ones, on the right path, heal our painful hearts and save the hopeless, grant us the rest of our lives to spend in peace and repentance, grant us a Christian death and at the Last Judgment of Your Son, the merciful Representative will appear to us May we always sing, magnify and glorify Thee, as the good Intercessor of the Christian race, with all those who have pleased God, forever and ever. Amen. source of material
How does the Iveron Icon of the Mother of God help?
Since ancient times, the icon of the Mother of God, the Goalkeeper, has been helping people to strengthen their faith and ward off all sorts of misfortunes. Here we can talk about bodily ailments and various enemies. As we know from history, the Iveron Icon has always helped in preserving the Russian land from invaders, protecting monasteries and other abodes of faith. The image can also be used to protect the home. Here the meaning of the icon also refers to protection from subtle entities, because the image is capable of strengthening faith and healing not only physical, but also spiritual ailments.
That is why many choose the icon of the Iveron Mother of God for their home altar, and the prayer addressed to her protects the house with all its inhabitants.
For an Orthodox person, one’s own home is like a temple, which is why the home icon of the Mother of God is so important.
The Iverskaya icon is of particular importance for women, whom it helps and protects, and if you look at where to hang the Goalkeeper icon, then it is quite possible to resemble the monastic way of life and hang it above the door or somewhere in the hallway.
