Ode 9. Irmos.

The burning bush that was not consumed was a type of your child-bearing; quench for us now the raging furnace of temptations we pray, O Mother of God, that we may unceasingly magnify you.

Revealed as godlike and light-giving lamps of the holy Spirit, Blessed Apostles, you enlightened the whole inhabited world with the light-giving rays of your revered and all-wise preaching, so diminishing the darkness of idols.

Being godly branches of the spiritual vine, glorious Apostles, you sprouted with godly grape clusters which pour out the wine of salvation. And so rescue me from the drunkenness of pleasures.

Wretch that I am, I tremble when I consider that fearful judgement seat of yours, O Christ, for now I am beset with shameful and filthy deeds, and before sentence I am condemned. And so, at the prayers of your Apostles, take pity on me.

You alone made mortals divine by bearing the Word incarnate. Implore him with the Apostles and Martyrs, all-holy Virgin, Bride of God, for all of us who with faith call you blessed and who honour you.