At the Aposticha. Idiomel Stichera. Tone 2.

Glory. **Tone 8.**

The source of remedies cured one and only one each year; the tabernacle of the Unmercenary Saints cures the whole multitude of the sick; for the wealth of the Saints lacks nothing, is never exhausted. At their intercessions, O Christ, have mercy on us.

**Theotokion.**

Same Tone. By Theophanes.

Or Cross-Theotokion. You rose on the third day.

God is wonderful in his Saints: the God of Israel.

**Theotokion.**

With divine longing and love for things to come, your way of life was by practice and you passed through the roads of salvation. Therefore having kept your purity of soul unsullied, it left behind completely material things. While gilded by the divine Spirit, Unmercenary Saints, you grant healings to the sick, sacred pair, radiant couple, godlike enlightened twosome, visiting us in troubles and diseases and healing for no money the diseases of our souls.

Or Cross-Theotokion.

Same Tone. By Germanos.

For his Saints who are on earth, the Lord has worked wonders.

Made worthy of great gifts, O All-praised, by the lowliness of your way of life; passing through all places healing the sufferings of the diseased freely, you appeared as companions of the Angels, Cosmas with wise Damian, kind brothers, and you heal our sufferings by your prayers.

Always having Christ active in you, Unmercenary Saints, you work wonders in the world, curing the sick; for your surgery is an inexhaustible source; when drawn on, it overflows yet more; when poured out, it still runs over; emptied each day, each day filled up; giving to all, yet not failing; and those who draw receive their fill of remedies, and it remains unexhausted. What then shall we call you? Healing physicians of souls and bodies, healers of incurable sufferings, freely curing all, who have received gifts of grace from the Saviour Christ, who grants us his great mercy.

Mother of God, you are the true vine who gave bud to the fruit of life; we implore you, Sovereign Lady, intercede, together with the Unmercenary ones and all the saints that he have mercy on our souls.

When the Virgin and your pure Mother saw a lawless people nailing you to a Tree, as Symeon had foretold, O Saviour, your heart was wounded.

Apolytikion. Tone 8.

Holy Unmercenaries and Wonderworkers, visit our weaknesses; freely you have received, freely give to us.

Who would not wonder? Who would not glorify? Who would not faithfully praise the wonders of the wise and glorious Unmercenaries? Because also after their holy passing over, they give remedies richly to all who have recourse to them; and their precious and holy relics pour forth the grace of healings. O holy Pair! O honoured Saints! O wisdom and glory of the grace given us by God! And so let us sing to God our Benefactor, who has revealed them for the healing of our souls and bodies.

Lady, accept the supplication of your servants, and deliver us from every constraint and tribulation.

I cannot bear to see you, my Child, who give awakening to all, sleeping on the Tree, that you may grant to those, who of old fell into a deadly sleep from the fruit of transgression, you may grant divine and saving awakening, the grieving Virgin, whom we magnify.