Ode 3. Irmos. You are the foundation.

Glory. Both now.

**Theotokion.**

Abandoning race and fame, Martyr of Christ, you were eager to die; and so you enjoy eternal life.

Or Cross-Theotokion. Same melody.

Give help, O Martyr, to us who are always endangered by the insults of the world and by fearful troubles.

You have found bliss and are full of every illumination; intercede then, O Champion, that all may be enriched with righteousness.

You carried the ear of corn that had not been husbanded, O Immaculate, which nourishes the hearts of all of us who faithfully sing your praise.

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 5. Let us believers praise.

Radiant with the forms of virtues, made beautiful by the light of martyrdom, you shine more brightly than the sun, wise Martyr, strong as steel, and you truly illumine those who faithfully celebrate your light-bearing memorial, all-glorious Champion, and who venerate your relics.

Hail gate of the Lord, through which none may pass; hail wall and protection of those who flee to you; hail haven without storms and who did not know wedlock; who bore in the flesh your Maker and God, do not cease to intercede for those who hymn and worship your offspring.

By the Cross of your Son, O full of God’s grace, all the error of idols has been destroyed and the strength of the demons trampled down; and so we faithful, as is fitting, ever hymn and bless you, and confessing you to be Mother of God, magnify you.