Ode 3. Irmos. You are the foundation.

Or Cross-Theotokion.

Venerable Saint, you appeared first as sacred minister, sacrificing to the Redeemer and later offered as a sacrifice to him.

You became a most trusted shepherd and no hireling, pouring out your own blood for your God-loving flock.

Well did you shepherd your Master’s flock, High Priest; therefore you have made your dwelling in the place of green pasture.

Give us help by your intercessions, O All-pure, driving off all the assaults of dire troubles.

You are the foundation, Lord, of those who have recourse to you; you are the light of those in darkness; and my spirit sings your praise.

Kathisma. Tone 3. Your confession.

With godly blood you made the Church radiant with splendour as a champion, O Bishop and Martyr, and you destroyed error by courageously enduring torments; and you enlightened the hearts of all believers; therefore as we celebrate your memory with faith, O all-honoured, we glorify the Saviour.

Enslaved to passions I have become wholly a stranger to your commandments, as I sin each day, miserable wretch that I am; but with a broken soul I cry to you: Now, Master, who alone are unsearchable, make me, the condemned, worthy of your compassion through her who gave you birth.

The undefiled Ewe-lamb of the Word, the unsullied Virgin Mother, as she saw the One who had flowered from her without pangs hanged upon the Cross, lamenting as a mother cried aloud: Alas, my Child, how do you suffer willingly to deliver mankind from the dishonour of the passions?