Ode 7. Ἐν τῇ καμινῳ.

Now bathed in the unapproachable radiance, O Martyr, shine with your light on those who now hymn your feast, as you cry: Blessed are you, my God and Lord!

The armies of the Angels were utterly amazed at your courage, blessed Martyr, as they watched you bravely struggling and crying: Blessed are you in the temple of your glory, O Lord!

With the choir above, the bodiless Gabriel rejoicing cries to you: Hail, all-pure Mother of God. Blessed are you among women, O All-blameless!