Irmos: It is not possible for men to behold God, upon Whom the ranks of angels dare not gaze; but through thee, O most pure one, hath the Word appeared incarnate unto men; and magnifying Him with the armies of heaven, we call thee blessed.
The might of the proud one hath been taken away, and his vaunted arrogance hath fallen; for the saints, wrestling with him in the weakness of their flesh, triumphed and destroyed him, and have delivered the faithful from his tyranny.
Theotokion: O all-pure and joyous Maiden, who in manner past understanding gavest birth to the unbearable Fire, free me from the flame of Gehenna, and set my soul afire with the love of Him Who came to send to earth the fire of understanding.
Scattering falsehood like dust, ye showed yourselves to be true guides for men, and have become fellow citizens with the angels, chanting with them: Holy, Holy, Holy are the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit!
Healing the infirmities and pangs of body and soul, O apostles of the Lord, and working wondrous miracles, ye have drawn all who are in ignorance to the understanding of the true Light; wherefore, ye are blessed.
Ye now delight in the immaterial mind which is celebrated in the heavens, O apostles, having received your blessed hope. O divine preacher Trophimus, most excellent Pudens and glorious Aristarchus, be ye mindful of us!
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.