Ode 3. Irmos. On the rock of the faith.

Theotokion. The same melody.

Empowered by your divine passion the right-victorious Martyrs destroyed the godlessness of error with its many gods; with faith they cried: You are our God, and none is holy but you, O Lord!

Or Cross-Theotokion.

Sprinkled with drops of godly blood you did not share in the sacrifices of demons; you were offered as a sacrifice to the Lord, as whole burnt offerings as you cried: None is holy but you, O Lord!

Keeping you wholly dwelling in their hearts the Champions made clear true religion as they cried: None is holy as our God; and none is righteous but you, O Lord!

We honour you, alone virgin after childbirth, as assurance of the Godhead of your offspring, as we cry to your Son: None is holy as our God; and none is righteous but you, O Lord!

On the rock of the faith you have established me and broadened my mouth against my enemies; for my spirit was glad when it sang: None is holy but our God, and none is righteous but you, O Lord!

Kathisma. Tone 4. Lifted up on the Cross.

The noble soldiers of Christ struggled bravely with Beliar; drowned him completely in the streams of their blood; for crushed by stones, cut with swords, burned by fire and flung into water they appeared manifestly wearing crowns of victory; therefore they are honoured and glorified with faith.

Let us humble sinners now hasten to the Mother of God, and let us fall down in repentance as we cry from the depths of the soul: Sovereign Lady, have compassion and help us; hasten, for we perish from the multitude of our offences; do not turn your servants empty away; for we have you as our only hope.

The all-blameless Lamb and Virgin, when with grief of soul she saw the Son she had borne stretched out upon a Cross, was amazed and cried out: Where, my Child, so dearly loved, is the memory of your gifts and wonders, which the ungrateful people has enjoyed? But now you suffer all this to save the race of mortals and I hymn your compassion.