Ode 5. Irmos. You, Lord, my light.

You were revealed as a godlike river for your flock, watering the ploughland of their souls, High Priest, with your godlike gifts.

You made the splendour of your words shine out for us, while you scattered the fog of godless doctrines, appeared like a star which knows no evening.

By your entreaties to God, stretch out your hand of help to me in troubles, from the harshness of dangers, all-praised servant of Christ.

We present you as an unbreakable weapon against foes; we have gained you as anchor and hope of our salvation, Bride of God.