Ode 9. Irmos. We who through you.

Your memory, Venerable Father, fittingly gladdens all the throngs on earth to-day; save us who honour it year by year.

Intercede that those who celebrate with faith your memory, worthy of praise, venerable Father, may be delivered from the stumbling blocks of the enemy.

As his servant, blessed, venerable Father, you ever stand before the throne of the Master; do not cease to intercede for your flock.

We sing your praise with psalms, O Full of grace, and never silent we cry to you: Hail! For you became a source of gladness for all.

We, who through you, O Virgin, have been saved, confess you to be most truly the one who gave birth to God. With all the choirs of the heavens you we now magnify.