Ode 5. Irmos. Rising at dawn.

How beautiful are your feet, Apostle, who preach the Gospel of the peace which passes all understanding.

With power, and rejoicing in the spirit of truth, Apostle, you delivered the testimony of the Kingdom.

Having ascended the mountain of the virtues, All-blessed, you proclaimed the Gospel to all the ends of the earth.

Mary, Mother of God, without bridegroom, bring to naught the hopes of the foe and make joyful those who sing your praise.