Irmos: Thou hast come, O my Lord, as a light into the world: a holy light turning from the darkness of ignorance those who hymn Thee with faith.
Full of living waters, ye met your right-laudable end by drowning in water, and there ye drowned the emissary of evil.
Theotokion: Heal thou the passions of my soul, O pure and most immaculate one who gavest birth to the Wellspring of dispassion, and put an end to the tyranny of those who unceasingly trouble my heart.
Preserved by the grace and power of God, ye could not be prevailed upon to offer sacrifice to abominable idols, but offered yourselves to the Master as a pure immolation.
The weaponry of the enemy was useless against you, O athletes, but the sharp arrows of your courage bravely pierced his heart.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.