Ode 4. Irmos.

Avvakoum with foreseeing eyes perceived you as a mountain overshadowed by the grace of God, from which, he foretold, the Holy one of Israel would come, for our salvation and refashioning.

Troubling the seas of godless unbelief by your assaults, glorious Apostles, Horses of Christ chosen by God, you drowned the spiritual enemy and drew to salvation those who had been drowned.

Vessels of the divine splendours of the Spirit, with the enlightenment of repentance make radiant my soul, darkened and home to passions of many kinds, godlike Apostles, blessed by God.

Clouds that rain down the water of life, water my soul, dried up by the drought of the passions and make it sprout with the saving ear of virtues, glorious Apostles.

Prophets, Apostles, glorious Martyrs, with the Mother of the Redeemer, entreat insistently that we may be redeemed from sins and eternal punishment, from temptations, dangers and afflictions.