Ode 3. Irmos. Your Church, O Christ.

Ode 4. Irmos. Seeing you, the Sun of justice.

Theotokion. Same melody.

Speaking of God upon earth, aflame with tongues of fire, you handed down heavenly and revered doctrines, Heralds of Christ.

Or Cross-Theotokion.

You revealed your disciples, Master, as spiritual heavens, who declare all your glory to the ends of the earth.

You have been inscribed in heaven and revealed as companions of Christ; now, O all-wise, willingly guard us who honour you.

He who dwells in the highest dwelt among us, O Immaculate, for he took flesh from you without seed and was made manifest.

Your Church, O Christ, rejoices in you and cries, ‘You, Lord, are my strength, my refuge and my firmament.’

Kathisma. Tone 8. The Wisdom and Word.

With the net of the divine words you caught the rational fish and brought them as first-fruits to our God, and longing to put on the marks of Christ you were revealed as imitators of his Passion, glorious Apostles; therefore we have come together and honour as is fitting your all-festive memorial, and with one voice we cry out to you: Intercede with Christ God to bestow forgiveness of faults on those who celebrate with love your holy memorial.

Hail throne of God, formed of fire; hail Maiden, royal seat, couch strewn with purple, gold and purple bridal chamber, cloak of true sea-purple, most costly sacred enclosure, lightning-bearing chariot, lampstand of many lights; hail Mother of God, city with twelve walls, gate plated with gold, and chamber formed of splendour, table splendid with gold, tabernacle adorned by God; hail glorious bride, cascading gold, hail only salvation of my soul.

The Ewe-lamb seeing the Lamb and Shepherd and Redeemer on the Cross, lamented and wept and bitterly cried out: The world rejoices, for it receives redemption, but my inward parts are on fire as I see your crucifixion, which you endure through the compassion of your mercy, long-suffering Lord, the abyss of mercy; have compassion and bestow forgiveness of faults on those who hymn with faith your divine sufferings.

The sound of the divine words of the Apostles has passed like a torch of fire through the whole inhabited world, burning up the fuel of error, but enlightening by grace the companies of the devout.

The Disciples, appearing like beacons lit by God, made the world, blackened by the fog of godlessness, bright by the rays of grace and the beams of the proclamation.

Dazzling with most sacred lamps of the spiritual Sun, you shine in the world like the sun, all-praised Apostles, by the light of the godhead, as you chase away the fog of error.

With your Cross as a rod of power, O Word, your eye-witnesses cut through the salt sea of life, like horses troubling the waves of polytheism.

Your living heaven, made lovely with the outpouring of varied light, O Christ, the King of kings, the immaculate Virgin is now glorified as Mother of God.