Ode 4. Irmos. I heard, Lord.

Having caught them like fishes with the net of the true confession, Father, you offered the sacred condition of your flock as a sacrifice to God.

Armed with Christ, the helmet of faith, you cut off, as in ecstasy, the heads of heretics; and so a garland of victory has been woven for you.

You appeared as Hierarch and minister of the divine dispensation, and became an initiator and most sacred initiate of the glory of the gifts of the Spirit.

We have you, Bride of God, as a wall in temptations and a divine protection in trouble, a fair haven, and a sure mercy-seat for our souls.