Ode 3. Σὺ εἶ τὸ στερέωμα.

Glory. Both now*.*

You appeared at the judgement seat with manly soul, and by heroic struggles you routed the foe, all-praised Martyr.

There was no blemish to your beauty, no wrinkle in your soul; and Christ admitted you into immaculate bridal chambers.

All-praised martyr of Christ, heal the bruises of my soul, by your prayers shatter the sophistries of the foe.

We Christians have all gained you as our refuge and protection, and we glorify you unceasingly, O Bride of God.

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

Kathisma. Tone 8. Τὴν Σοφίαν καὶ Λόγον.

With the streams of your blood, Martyr of Christ, you brought about the total drowning of impiety; with showers of grace you water rational fields, all-honoured, in which you make the corn of faith increase; therefore wondrously you appeared after death, a cloud raining down the witness of your life, all-praised Champion. Intercede with Christ God to bestow forgiveness of offences on those who celebrate with love your holy memory.

**Of the Feast.**

Revered Helen took up the hidden Cross of the Saviour with haste from the earth, she fills the ends of the earth with joy and by the Spirit orders sacred temples to be raised and brings the sceptre to the palace as she cries out to her son: Open out your hands, Master, and accept the Cross which shows your might and victories to all, and teach the nations by grace to worship the Cross and sufferings of Christ.