John Brownlie (trans.) · 16 of 55

Kontakion-Automelon

ψυχή μου! ψυχή μου! ἀνάστα, τί καθεύδεις;

I Wake, my soul! In careless slumber, Wherefore wilt Thou longer lie? Wake! for lo, the end approacheth, And the Judgment draweth nigh.

II Christ our Lord is ever present, Sober therefore wait His call, That the lovingkindness spare thee Of the Lord who filleth all.