Ode 8.

Through self-mastery, glorious Saint, you purified yourself and received the bright rays of the Spirit, God who glorified you on earth and accepted your holy toils; to whom you also cried aloud: Priests, bless; people, highly exalt to all the ages.

Making the lamp of your soul bright with the oil of godlike dispassion you reached the heavenly bridal chamber, glorious Saint, and together with the wise virgins you rejoice with the Bridegroom, Christ the Word, as you cry out, O blessed one: Priests, bless; people, highly exalt to all the ages.

By ascetic toil, all-glorious one, you served God, totally quenching the burning coals of all the passions with the streams of your tears. Therefore I beg you, put out the flame of my passions by your prayers, that in faith and love I may glorify your memory, venerable Saint, to the ages.

All-pure Mother of God, wipe away the wounds of my soul and the scars of sin, pure Maiden who bore God who is over all things. Therefore we the faithful glorify you as indeed Mother of God as we cry out: Priests, bless; people, highly exalt to all the ages.

The Chaldean tyrant in frenzy had the furnace heated seven times for those who honoured God; but when he saw they had been saved by a mightier power he cried aloud: The Creator and Redeemer, O Youths bless, you priests praise, you people highly exalt to all the ages.