Ode 5. Rising at dawn we cry to you.

**M**artyr Thekla, all-blessed, you ran the arduous race of the athlete and were found worthy of the prize.

**A**nd now the cunning dragon has been despoiled: for through godlike sufferings the virgin was being taught obedience.

**R**ight godly boldness overcame your modesty; for the fire of the Trinity had set your heart ablaze.

We sing your praise as Virgin after childbirth, Mother of God; for you bore for the world God the Word in the flesh.