Tropar, Sunday, tone 3:

Let the heavens be glad, let the earth rejoice,*
for the Lord has done a mighty deed with His arm.*
He trampled death by death; He became the first born of the dead;*
He saved us from the abyss of Hades*
and granted great mercy to the world.

Tropar of All the Saints of Rus-Ukraine, tone 4:

O Princes and bishops glorified in Christ,*
you monastics and martyrs,*
and you staunch confessors from every age of Christian Ukraine,*
pray to Christ our God, that he gaze with a merciful eye on our nation*
and grant it the grace to endure in faith,*
and that the souls of its devout faitihful, who honor your sacred memory,*
may be saved.

Glory be to the Father . . ., tone 4:
Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit,

Kondak of All the Saints of Rus-Ukraine, tone 4:

You shine with bright lights,*
O divinely inspired righteous ones of our church,*
and by your encouraging example* you serve the communities of the faithful throughout the Christian world.*
Therefore, in humility we bow our heads before you,*
as we thank the great and all gracious God,*
who made you our mediators in heaven*
and the intercessors for our souls.

Now and for ever… Tone 6:

Now and for ever and ever. Amen

Kondak of the Feast Feast of Our Mother of Perpetual Help, tone 6:

Our Mother of Perpetual Help,*
grant us, we pray, help in difficulties, relief in sickness,* 
comfort in sorrow, strength in our labours.*
Give us, we beseech you, the virtue of piety, unity to Christians,*
forgiveness to sinners, perseverance to the righteous,*
salvation to the dying, purification to the souls in purgatory*
and obtain for them eternal glory.

Sunday Prokimen, tone 3:
Sing to our God, sing; sing to our King, sing; to our King, sing.

Verse: Clap your hands, all you nations; shout unto God with the voice of joy.

Sing to our God, sing; sing to our King, sing; to our King, sing.

Alleluia Verses:

In You, O Lord, have I hoped that I may not be put to shame for ever.

Be a protector unto me, O God, and a house of refuge to save me.

Instead of ‘It is truly right . . .’:

O my soul, extol the Mother of God*,
of Perpetual Help.*
Beneath the Cross we heard the words of comfort,*
that you are our Mother and we are your children.*
Therefore, we have gathered today and sincerely plea:*
Place our Church and our nation under Your perpetual help,*
for we extol you with faith and love,*
as our Mother of Perpetual Help.

Communinon Hymn (Verses):

Praise the Lord from the heavens; praise Him in the highest.

I will take the chalice of salvation; and I will call upon the name of the Lord. Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia