Exapostilarion: Spec. Mel.: “Thou hast illumined us…”—
Irmos: Let every mortal leap for joy, enlightened by the Spirit; and let the nature of the incorporeal intelligences keep festival, honoring the sacred feast of the Mother of God, and let them cry aloud: Rejoice, O most blessed Theotokos, pure Ever-virgin!
On the Praises, 4 stichera, in Tone IV: Spec. Mel.: “As one valiant among the martyrs…”—
Theotokion: Resurrection hath now been given to the dead through thine unutterable and ineffable birthgiving, O most pure Theotokos; for Life, clad in the flesh He received from thee, hath shone forth upon all and hath manifestly destroyed the gloom of death.
O pure Theotokos, mediatress of Joy, gladden thou our minds, that we may cry to thee: Rejoice, O our guardian, might and protection, our refuge of salvation!
Exapostilarion: Spec. Mel: “Hearken, ye women...”—
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.
O Mistress, Christ, thy Son and our God, hath shown thee unto all as a guide for the lost, a haven of salvation on the deep and in the midst of tempest, amid temptations and griefs, for those who approach thee with faith. Him do thou beseech, that those who acknowledge thee to be the true Theotokos may be delivered from evil misfortunes. Twice
Let heaven and earth praise thee together, in that thou gavest birth to the Bestower of life for the world: Rejoice, O tranquil haven, thou inexhaustible wellspring of the water of life, O Mistress!
By thy birthgiving hast thou destroyed corruption and all the pain of old, O most hymned one; for, having given birth to Life for the world and destroyed death, O good one, thou healest the sickness of those who hymn the miracles of thine image with faith, who bow down with love and honor thee, our holy and most honorable guide.
O ye people, having assembled today to greet the all-pure Mother of God who bore the Fruit of the noetic vine Who ever exudeth the Wine which filleth all with gladness, let us glorify the Theotokos as is meet.
Seeing thee to be like a wellspring of life and grace, O all-hymned one, pouring forth miracles and the healing of the sufferings of soul and body, a torrent of remission, an inexhaustible sea of mercy and compassions, afflicted, we all fall down now, asking release from the torment which is to come.
O Mother of God, thou divine river of the waters of life who watereth all valleys: drown thou our temptations, and destroy them utterly.
Glory…, Now & ever…, in the same tone—
Let the Mother of God be honored today who gave birth to the Creator: the opening of the gates of paradise and the purification of the whole world, who granteth victory to our Christ-loving Orthodox hierarchs over all heresies; for of her did the prophets speak, and to her do we bow down.
O Good One, Who ridest upon the cherubim and art hymned by the seraphim, Thou didst descend from heaven, as the prophets foretold, and madest thine abode within the womb of the pure divine Maiden, whom the angels have mystically hymned, saying: Rejoice, O joyous Virgin who, in manner past recounting, received within thy womb the infinite God, Who leadeth the world from unbelief to the Faith! Glory to Thee, O Christ, Who alone art merciful and lovest mankind!
Glory…, Now & ever…—
Today the all-radiant splendor of mercy, the grace of God, raineth down with joy upon all in heavenly showers, guiding to paths of sweetness all mortals who acknowledge thee, O Mistress Theotokos and Ever-virgin; for the whole land of Russia now rejoiceth, glorifying thee with faith.
Great Doxology. Troparion. Litanies. Dismissal. First Hour.
Neither the crushing of your members, nor the threat of cruel tortures, nor the sword, nor fire, nor the death of your corruptible flesh, were in any wise able to separate you from the love of Christ, O glorious martyrs. Wherefore, ye ever rejoice with Him forever.
Ye were shown to be lamps of divine radiance, brilliant stars, beacons shining upon us the light of piety, rays of the Sun of glory, children of never-waning blessedness, O all-honored martyrs of Christ.
A wellspring full of the waters of the Spirit, a river full of divine gifts, and a cup pouring forth streams of suffering, were ye shown to be, O martyrs, delivering us from the tempest of divers temptations.
Let the most wise Adrian, the confirmation of athletes, and the honorable Natalia, be honored with hymns as is meet. With them the holy company of martyrs shineth forth. And celebrating their radiant festival with pious intent, we hymn them with divine hymnody.
The Author of creation and Fashioner of nature, Who in thy womb laid low the tyrant serpent who of old in Eden begrudged me deification, hath as God destroyed it by His Cross and death, pouring forth upon me incorruption.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.