Ode 1. Tone 8.

Immortality became your name and while still in life you appeared as a partaker of true immortality, passing beyond transient things. But as you stand before Christ remember us who remember you.

Devout from childhood, the loss of parents in no way hindered you from acquiring virtue, but you turned all your love and all your desire entirely towards the Creator alone.

From impure lips I dare to sing to you in praise, possessed with longing for you and prisoner of love. But, Father, be forgiving and make me worthy to bring you this song of praise.

You gave birth beyond reason to a little child, the Ancient of Days, who showed new paths of virtue upon earth; wounded with love for him, O Maiden, your renowned servant Athanasios framed this house for you.