Ode I

Irmos: Let us chant unto the Lord, Who led His people through the Red Sea, for He alone hath gloriously been glorified.

Theotokion: Desiring to become incarnate through thy womb, O pure Virgin Mother, the all-divine Word saveth all of me in His goodness.

By thy supplications and showers of repentance, O father, wash clean my heart which hath been darkened by the sting of sin.

Irmos: Having traversed the water as though it were dry land, and escaped the evil of Egypt, the Israelite cried aloud: Let us chant unto our Deliverer and God!

Having nailed thy flesh to the fear of the Master, O all-blessed God-bearer, thou didst dry up every passionate thought from thy heart.

Having hidden the seeds of the Word in the furrows of thy thoughts, O father, thou didst produce grain which is laid up in inexhaustible granaries.

In serenity of mind do ye ever set me who desire to traverse the water of words of hymnody unto your commemoration, O God-bearing fathers; and keep me safe when the tempests of the passions strike, that in praising you with hymnody I may magnify the name of my God.

Going forth to the holy caves, the verdant field of the noetic paradise, I delight in the sweet fragrance which your relics exude, O venerable fathers, and with my mind I send up hymnody to God the Creator in gladness.

Thou art a walled garden, O holy cave; for in thee the Most High Husbandman hath planted a multitude of trees, the God-bearing fathers, like cedars of Lebanon reaching up to the heights of heavens: and marveling at them, I chant a hymn unto my God.

O Longinus, thou tireless guardian and keeper of the gates, who didst have the gift of perceiving the thoughts of those who entered in, and who didst find the honor of the calling of the Most High: enter in and receive the praises of the God-bearing fathers, in whose memory we chant hymnody unto our God.

O Ignatius, shepherd of monastics and healer of the sick, amid our infirmities aid us who honor thee, that in thy memory we may offer up hymns of praise unto our God.

Glory…: O venerable Silvanus, lover of purity and tender of trees, who by thy prayer didst bind the thieves, both tangible and noetic, who desired to steal thy fruits away: save us, we pray, from their fall.

Now & ever…: Surrounded by many brigands, I am ever insensible, and mine enemies rob me of the fruits of repentance; yet by thy vigilant supplication and immeasurable goodness, O Mother of God, deliver me, I pray.