Ode 8. The King of heaven.

Exapostilarion. By the sacred Spirit.

Glory. Tone 8.

As with understanding we attend to your words, O Chrysostom, we are initiated into the mystery of theology and pluck all the enjoyment of good thongs, and flee the harm of wickedness; for you have become the general guardian of salvation, crying out: Highly exalt Christ to the ages.

**Theotokion.**

Entreat the Master, Chrysostom, on our behalf, employing your compassionate freedom to speak, Father, and your merciful and benevolent love; for with faith we put you forward to the Saviour as mediator, champion and fervent advocate, inspired Hierarch, all-blessed John.

To rulers who acted unjustly you showed a young man’s resistance, a mind not to be humbled, warmly championing those who had be wronged, Venerable Father, and orphans, widows and paupers with a loving disposition, as you cried: Highly exalt Christ to the ages.

The Prophets foretold in bodily forms, manifold riddles and symbolic and figurative stories your wondrous birthgiving beyond nature, O Virgin. And so with joy we devoutly sing your praise, as we highly exalt Christ to the ages.

The Offspring of the Mother of God. ****

Ode 9. Heaven and the ends of the earth.

As you truly enjoy the life for which you struggled according to your power on earth, conspicuous by your angelic way of life, and gaining a the tongue and gentle mouth of Christ, intercede, inspired Father, that those who with faith especially called you blessed may be saved.

Your words, thrice-blessed one, are words of life, procuring unending life; for Christ revealed you to be a source pouring forth a river flowing with streams of divine teachings, truly a torrent of delight, a channel of forgiveness and bright herald of repentance.

You were revealed, High Priest, as a resplendent mediator between God and mortals; for you appeared as a shining beacon of true religion, and you became a teacher of almsgiving. And so, O golden-worded, with fondness of heart we now fittingly magnify you.

Pure Mother of God, who have been glorified, save those who sing your praise with love, in compassion banishing a crowd of temptations; for since you gave birth to God, all that you wish you obtain and can perform, O Virgin. And so we all magnify you.

All those born of earth. ****

By your words of shining gold, Father Chrysostom, the Church of Christ is bright and resplendent; while the souls of the faithful are filled with joy as they honour your all-holy memory, for you appeared to all as guide to salvation and herald of repentance.

Another. Women hear.

The mighty voiced herald of repentance, the treasury of the poor, the golden and eloquent mouth of the Church, the clarification of the Scriptures, John the all-wise, let us praise, for by him we have been established.

All-blameless Virgin, my Lady and Mistress, with far-famed Chrysostom implore your Son to deliver from trials of every kind those who sing your praise and make them all worthy of eternal good things, for can do whatever you will.

At Lauds we insert 4 Stichera, and sing the following Prosomia.

Tone 4. You have given as a sign.

Pouring forth your sacred teachings more brightly than gold, all-wise Chrysostom, you enrich minds that are poor, and you dispel the fog of the passions and the bitter winter of the love of money. And so, as is fitting, we call you blessed and honour the dust of your relics as a source of sanctification.

Let the fiery pillar, the river that flows with waters of doctrines, the heavenly mind of theology, the mouth of solid gold, guarantor for sinners, inspired herald of repentance, brightly shining beacon, heavenly mortal, the blessed Chrysostom be praise today.

You have become a sun with many lights, irradiating the inhabited world by your words, dazzling star, brightly shining lamp, torch that ever summons those who are storm-tossed by the worldly sea to the calm haven of salvation by grace, O Golden-worded, Golden-mouthed, intercessor for our souls.

Unjustly driven from flock, venerable Father, you became familiar with afflictions and bitter exiles, by which you were counted worthy of a blessed end as a noble Athlete, throwing down the one of many wiles, and Christ crowned you with a diadem of victory, John Chrysostom, intercessor for our souls.

**By Anatolios.**

With golden words and teachings inspired by God you adorned the Church of God, storing up in it spiritual riches, your words received from God, and so, having woven for you with songs a crown of unfading flowers, she offers it to your sacred memory, O John, wise in God, all golden of soul and tongue. But as you freedom to speak, venerable Father, intercede on behalf of our souls.

Sovereign Lady accept the supplications of your servants, and rescue us from every constraint and affliction.

Great Doxology and Dismissal.

Holy oil is given to the Brethren.

At the Liturgy, Typika and Beatitudes from the 3rd and 6th Odes of the Canon of the Saint.