Image of Mercurius

Salutation to the remembrance of your name, called Gabra Iyasus. And to the hair of your head, black, whose curls are fine. Mercurius, martyr, performer of miracles and power. To John, the path of salvation, as you led him in the field. Lead me, for your son, the path of righteousness and mercy. Salutation to your head with your face, in prostration before the face of the teacher Basil, who saved the discourse. Mercurius, martyr, full of wisdom and knowledge. Mount me upon your horse and cover me with a covering from the face of the world, which is heavy with fasting. Salutation to your tomb, to the place of your dwelling, and to your body, its redness. Mercurius, like you, who arose in each season. Who, who is like you? Who, except George, the martyr, the adornment of Adam? From your miracles, one of your prayers, where it was. The teacher Basyos, when he hanged himself for God. For the proud Julian, while he was performing the work of the finger, your image in the open, with a lance and a shield, killed him. Until his authority was revealed and his power was shown.

Second miracle of yours, wondrous and astonishing. When your name was called in the midst of the fearful desert, a certain youth of the house of birth, a hidden one. Mercurius, as you struck with your black horse, may your help come to me, a humble man. Third miracle of yours, for your horse in its likeness. Your beloved ones for remembrance after they asked. Mercurius, martyr for Christ, angel of his power. You scattered dust like water until the flood of the sea. As Julian died and his people were enraged. Remembered of you, Christ, love of mine for a servant. As you loved greatly those of your lineage. Grant me the grace of name in the generation to come. My soul to save it while it is held in hand. Mercurius, may he increase me, blessed and son. Salutation to you, Mercurius, my hope. In the field of concealment and place. You revive me, go, at the time of my distress. By day and by night. Salutation to you. Your help, love, flame of fire, like. For those who accuse me, people, excessive for news. You tell them in the midst of the path.

Salutation to you, with George of Lydda. The black horse, black, for mercy, love that you desire. Mercurius, come on the day of judgment, as you loosen my hand.