Ode 3. Irmos. None is holy.

Or Cross-Theotokion.

He who as God sees all things shows and reveals to you, wise Prophet, in a manner fitting God the knowledge of things to come, and the clear understanding of those which will come to pass, O blessed and worthy of praise.

Having with devout boldness slain your mind, blest Prophet, you submitted yourself to the Spirit of God, and became the recipient of the divine rays that come from there.

Behold, with faith all generations call you blessed, who in time gave birth beyond nature in the body to the Word without time, and remained still a Virgin.

None is Holy but you, O Lord my God, who have exalted the horn of your faithful people and established me, O Good One, on the rock of confession of you.

Kathisma. Tone 1. Soldiers watching.

The august prophet, having gained by divine rays a mind formed of light, foretells what is to come, speaking by the all-holy Spirit; today as with devout mind we honour him, let us celebrate his sacred memory with uprightness of heart.

Hope of Christians, all-holy Virgin, with the Powers above, implore without ceasing the God to whom you gave birth beyond nature and reason, to grant forgiveness of sins and amendment of life to us all who ever glorify you with faith and love.

The spotless Ewe-lamb, when she saw the Lamb and Shepherd hanging dead upon the Tree, cried in lamentation and bewailed him as a mother: How may I bear, my Son, your condescension beyond reason and your voluntary sufferings, O God supremely good?