At the Aposticha, Prosomia. Tone 5. Hail of Ascetics.

Hail instrument of the Church, lovely and gleaming like gold; the tongue which with love for mankind traced out for us the many-sided ways of repentance; mind formed of gold; golden-mouthed swallow; dove, whose pinions, as the Psalmist says, are shining like gold with the golden pallor of virtues; stream like gold, pouring out waters; godlike mouth and entrusted with love for mankind: entreat Christ to send down to our souls his great mercy.

**Theotokion.**

My mouth will speak wisdom; and his tongue will speak judgement.

**Theotokion.**

Hail Father of orphans; sure help of the wronged; provision for the poor; righting of sinners; most skilled and revered physician of souls; lofty precision of theology; clarity of the Scriptures of the Spirit; most effective law; straightest rule; contemplation and action, the summits of wisdom. entreat Christ to send down to our souls his great mercy.

The mouth of a just man will meditate wisdom; and the meditation of my heart understanding.

You made yourself into a consecrated house of the sacred virtues; for in you, Father, as in a holy and most pure temple, they made their dwelling; for you governed wisely the body’s senses and guarded your mind, purified of the passions, as in a secure treasure-house; therefore you became most godlike, All-blessed, and presided over the Church, adorned with the priesthood, implore Christ to grant the world his great mercy.

You were revealed as golden-voiced trumpet, O Golden Mouthed of golden words, making the hearts of the faithful golden by your teachings worked in gold. For the sound of your doctrines went out, Venerable Father, and enlightened the ends of all the world.

My Maker and Redeemer, Christ the Lord, by coming from your womb, All-pure Lady, and, clothing himself in me, freed Adam from the former curse. And so, All-pure one, as to her who is truly Mother of God and Virgin, we cry to you unceasingly the Angel’s ‘Hail’: Hail, Sovereign Lady, defence, protection and salvation of our souls.

Apolytikion. Tone 8. Model Melody.

The grace which shone from your mouth like a torch of flame enlightened the whole earth; it laid up for the world the treasures of freedom from avarice; it showed us the height of humility. But as you train us by your words, Father John Chrysostom, intercede with Christ God, the Word, that our souls may be saved.

You were born for us from a Virgin, and endured crucifixion, loving Lord; by your death you despoiled death, and revealed resurrection as God; do not despise those whom you fashioned with your own hand; show us your compassion, O Merciful; receive the Mother of God who bore you as she intercedes for us, and save, our Saviour, a people in despair.