Ode III

Irmos: None is as holy as the Lord, and none is as righteous as our God, Whom all creation doth hymn, singing: None is righteous save Thee, O Lord!

Sessional hymn, in Tone VIII: Spec. Mel.: “Of the Wisdom…”—

Entering upon the summit of the virtues, O blessed and venerable one, and worthily gazing upon the depths of the Spirit, thou dwellest with the angelic choirs, as a receptacle of divine vision.

Theotokion: Without father thou gavest birth unto Him Who before thee was without mother, and thou didst nurse as a babe Him Who nourisheth all. Him do thou beseech, that those who hymn thee with faith and dominion as the pure Theotokos may be saved.

Poor in spirit, O wise one, thou wast enriched by the immaterial kingdom, wherein thou didst faithfully prepare everlasting treasures for thy flock; wherefore, we call thee blessed.

Glory…, Now & ever…: Theotokion—

With simplicity and meekness of soul, in thy character and corrections, thou wast like unto Jacob; and by thy spiritual purity wast shown to be an Israel whose mind looketh upon God.

Luminous with loftiness of humility, thou didst utterly destroy the uprisings of the enemy, doing battle splendidly; and being merciful, O venerable father, thou didst feed the starving with abundant provision. Wherefore, after death thou didst inherit food which waxeth not old, rejoicing forever, O blessed hierarch George. Entreat Christ God, that He grant remission of transgressions unto those who with love celebrate thy holy memory.

All of us, the generations of men, bless thee as the Virgin who, alone among women, gavest birth in the flesh unto God without seed; for the fire of the Godhead made its abode within thee, and thou dost nourish the Creator and Lord as a babe. Wherefore, we, the generations of angels and men, glorify thine all-holy birthgiving as is meet, and together we cry out to thee: Entreat Christ God, that He grant remission of offenses unto those who with faith worship thine all-holy birthgiving.

Stavrotheotokion—

The ewe-lamb, beholding the Lamb, Shepherd and Deliverer upon the Cross, exclaimed, weeping, and bitterly lamenting, cried out: “The world rejoiceth, receiving deliverance through Thee; but my womb doth burn, beholding Thy crucifixion, which Thou endurest in the loving-kindness of Thy mercy. O long-suffering Lord, abyss and inexhaustible wellspring of mercy, have pity and grant remission of transgressions unto those who with faith hymn Thy divine sufferings!”