Ode 1. Tone 5. Irmos.

Christ, who brings wars to nothing with uplifted arm, shook horse and rider into the Red Sea; but Israel he saved as they sang a song of victor.

Godly, glorious Apostles, enriched at its first bestowal by the light-bestowing radiance of the One who deigned in the flesh to converse with mortals, dispel all the darkness of my soul.

Stretching the divine bow, he sent you out, Apostles, like arrows, so smashing the arrows of Beliar and healing the wounds of believers.

With Wisdom itself, Apostles, as your teacher you made wise all the ends of the earth. And so enlighten me by driving off all the wickedness of the foe.

Only blessed one, graced by God, who grace the human race with blessings, O All-pure, with the godly Apostles implore Christ to have mercy on us.