Ode 3. Εὐφραίνεται ἐπὶ σοί.

Glory. Both now*.*

With courage of soul you bore the threats of the tyrants, glorious Martyr of Christ, strengthened by divine power.

**Theotokion. Same melody.**

You bore the laceration of your flesh and the severing of your limbs, all-praised Martyr of Christ; while you kept your soul close-knit.

The company of Christ’s Martyrs rejoices over you, as it sees your memory being celebrated to-day.

O Mary, the pure and holy dwelling of virginity, heal the deep wounds of my heart.

Your Church rejoices over you, O Christ, as she cries, ‘You are my strength, Lord, my refuge and my foundation’.

Kathisma. Tone 4. Ταχὺ προκατάλαβε.

By taking your delight in the toils of the flesh, blessed Martyr, you have fittingly received the divine delight without toil of Paradise, accepting from God a garland of immortality; and so you well up with rivers of wonders for those who with love take refuge under your protection.

Come swiftly to our aid, Christ our God, before we are enslaved to foes who blaspheme you and threaten us; by your Cross destroy those who make war on us; let them know the strength of the faith of the Orthodox, at the prayers of the Mother of God, O Lover of mankind.