On Lord, I have cried…, 6 stichera: 3 of the feast, in Tone IV: Special Melody: As one valiant among the martyrs…—

As Thy divine disciples watched, Thou didst ascend to the heavens and sit at the right hand of the Father, O transcendent Son Who wast not separated from Him; and as Thou didst say, Thou didst send the Comforter, Who maketh heavenly those of earth—Thy wise, divinely eloquent and sacred apostles.

In Thine ineffable goodness Thou becamest incarnate, O Jesus, and of Thine own will, O Immortal One, didst endure the Cross and death; and having risen again from the dead on the third day, after forty days Thou didst ascend from whence Thou hadst first descended, bestowing peace upon those on earth and leading all to the Father.

The wise apostles beheld Thee taken up on the clouds, O Lord, and lamenting and grieving they cried out with tears: “Leave us not orphans whom Thou hast loved in Thy lovingkindness, but send upon us, as Thou hast promised, O most Compassionate One, Thine all-holy Spirit, Who sanctifieth our souls!”

Glory…, Now & ever…, in Tone V—

Come, ye assembly of the faithful, and having mystically acquired the mind of the disciples of Christ, let us utter constant hymnody, and like the apostles on the Mount of Olives, with David let us cry: God is gone up in jubilation, the Lord with the voice of the trumpet, that He might deliver the tribes of men from the temptations of the prideful one and enlighten our souls!

Aposticha stichera, in Tone II: Special Melody: O house of Ephratha…—

O the new wonder! For human nature hath gone up into the heavens, having been united with the almighty Word of God.

Stichos: Clap your hands, all ye nations; shout unto God with a voice of rejoicing.

The radiant and most splendid day of the divine ascent of the Master into the heavens hath dawned, enlightening all things.

Stichos: God is gone up in jubilation, the Lord with the voice of the trumpet.

As from the highest Thou didst send to the disciples the Spirit Who is conjoined to Thee, so send Thy grace to Thy people, O Christ our Savior.

Glory…, Now & ever…, in Tone V—

When Thou didst ascend whither Thou hadst never departed, O Lord, the armies of angels and all the incorporeal beings cried out to the hosts who were higher than them: “Lift up your gates, O ye princes, and the King of glory will enter!” for the throne of the cherubim held Thee in the flesh. O Lord, glory to Thee!

After the first chanting of the Psalter, this sessional hymn, in Tone IV: Special Melody: Thou didst appear today…—

“Though Thou dost hasten to Thy Father, O Accomplisher of all, leave not Thy servants orphaned!” the disciples cried out as they beheld Thee ascending, O Thou Who lovest mankind.

Glory…, Now & ever…: The foregoing is repeated. 

After the second chanting of the Psalter, this sessional hymn, in Tone IV: Special Melody: Thou didst appear today…—

The glorious adornments of the divine intelligences clearly beheld the Lord of glory ascending in the flesh, and cried out one to another: “Lift up the gates!”

Glory…, Now & ever…: The foregoing is repeated.

Psalm 50. 

Canon of the feast, with 8 troparia, including the irmos; and that from the Menaion, with 4 troparia. Kontakion and exapostilarion of the feast. 

Aposticha stichera, in Tone VI: Special Melody: On the third day…—

In the flesh wast Thou born of the Virgin, in Thine extreme lovingkindness, O Christ Who of Thine own will didst endure the Cross; and Thou didst rise from the tomb on the third day, O most Compassionate One, Who hast raised us up with Thyself and given us life.

Stichos: Clap your hands, all ye nations; shout unto God with a voice of rejoicing.

As the divine disciples watched Thee, O Christ God, Thou didst manifestly ascend from earth to heaven; and Thou didst promise them to send the Holy Spirit from the Father, O Bestower of life.

Stichos: God is gone up in jubilation, the Lord with the voice of the trumpet.

The multitude of the angels marveled at Thy strange and awesome ascent, O Jesus King of all, and they cried out to the hosts who were then higher than they, to lift up the gates of heaven.

Glory…, Now & ever…, in Tone VI—

O sweetest Jesus, Who wast not separated from the bosom of the Father, and as a man didst dwell with men, Thou didst ascend in glory from the Mount of Olives; and mercifully bearing our fallen nature aloft, Thou didst set it next to the Father. Wherefore, the heavenly ranks of the incorporeal beings, marveling at the miracle, were stricken with awe and, seized with trembling, magnified Thy love for mankind. With them we who are of earth, glorifying Thy condescension toward us and Thine ascension from us, pray, saying: O Thou Who in Thine ascension didst fill with immeasurable joy the disciples and the Theotokos who bore Thee, through their supplications vouchsafe us also the joys of Thine elect, for the sake of Thy great mercy.

On the Beatitudes, 6 troparia from Ode VII.