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Irmos: I have heard report of Thy dispensation, O Lord, and have glorified Thee Who alone lovest mankind.
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With the blade of thy true words thou didst valiantly cut through the webs of falsehood, O all-glorious Sabbas.
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Theotokion: Rescuing man from death as from a wild beast, O Virgin, thy Son hath translated him to life.
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The flourishing beauty of thy body hath truly revealed the divine magnificence of thy soul, O athlete.
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With growing courage of soul and thy sufferings thou didst overcome the ancient foe, O glorious one.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.