At “Lord, I have cried…”, 6 stichera, in Tone VI: Spec. Mel.: “As one valiant among the martyrs…”—
Troparion, in Tone VIII—
The shrine which holdeth thy cincture is ever acknowledged to be an ark of sanctification for thy servants, a sacred bulwark, their glory and boast, and a wellspring of healings. Having assembled there today in sacred manner, we hymn thy many mighty works and the abyss of thy wonders. Twice
Behold the all-glorious place! Behold the ever-radiant temple, wherein a treasure hath been laid up: the cincture of the divine Maiden, honored with grace! Come hither, O ye people, and draw forth enlightenment and cleansing most manifestly; and cry out with thankful heart: We who are saved by thy birthgiving bless thee, O all-holy Virgin! Twice
The holy deposition of thy cincture, O Theotokos, have we joyously acquired, for thou hast been well pleased to bestow it upon thy city as a sacred engirdlement, a treasure no one can steal, a precious gift, inviolate riches, a river of healings full to overflowing with spiritual gifts. Twice
Glory…, Now & ever…, in Tone II—
The Church of God is clad in thy holy cincture as with a most splendid diadem, O all-pure Theotokos; and, rejoicing, it shineth today and mystically joineth chorus, crying out to thee, O Mistress: Rejoice, precious diadem and crown of divine glory! Rejoice, thou who alone art the fullness of glory and everlasting gladness! Rejoice, refuge of those who have recourse unto thee, our intercessor and salvation!
On the Aposticha, these stichera, in Tone IV: Spec. Mel.: “Thou hast granted a sign…”—
Thou didst bestow thy cincture upon thy city, O all-glorious one, as a firm bulwark, protecting it from every misfortune by divine acts, and preserving it unvanquished by the foe; for it crieth out with love: Thy Son and Lord, Who alone is compassionate, is my strength and might, and the cause of my great rejoicing!
Stichos: Arise, O Lord, into Thy rest, Thou and the ark of Thy holiness.
They who reign piously are splendidly adorned by thy cincture, as with a precious crown, O all-pure one. And they boast in thy divine greatness and are known to inspire terror in the enemy which ever warreth against us, and they praise thee, crying out to Him Who was born of thee in manner past recounting: O all-glorious Jesus, save us all, in that Thou art compassionate!
Stichos: The rich among the people shall entreat thy countenance.
Thou dost gird us about us with the power of thy cincture, O Virgin, strengthening us against the enemy, subduing the passions which ever torment and war against us, and ever granting us victorious dispassion, that we may glorify thee in purity and ardently cry to thy Son: O almighty Jesus, save us all, in that Thou art compassionate!
Glory…, Now & ever, in Tone II—
Having cleansed our mind and thoughts, let us hold festival with the angels, splendidly beginning the hymn of David to the Maiden, the Bride of Christ our God, the King of all, saying: Arise, O Lord, into Thy rest, Thou and the ark of Thy holiness! For, having adorned her like a beautiful palace, Thou hast assigned her to Thy city, O Master, to fortify and protect it from the pagan adversaries by Thy mighty power, through her supplications.
O Ever-virgin Theotokos, protection of mankind: thou hast given to thy city a mighty legacy, the robe and cincture of thy most honored body, which have remained incorrupt through thy seedless birthgiving. For in thee are nature and time renewed. Wherefore, we beseech thee to grant peace to thy city and great mercy to our souls.
On “Lord, I have cried…”, 6 stichera: 3 for the Deposition of the Cincture of the Theotokos; and 3 for the holy hierarch, in Tone VI: Spec. Mel.: “On the third day…”—
Arise, ye Christian peoples, and let us praise the wondrous Aidan, a hierarch blessed by God, a tireless husbandman of the vineyard of the Holy Church; and with cries of jubilation let us declare before all nations that he is our fervent intercessor before the throne of the Lord of lords.
O Lindisfarne, thou Holy Isle, washed everlastingly by the tides of the sea, as thou didst behold the spiritual struggles and feats of the holy hierarch Aidan, thy very stones bear witness to the glory he hath won with Christ. Wherefore, as thou art exalted above the tides, raise us up to praise him.
Kings and nobles honored thee, but thou gavest their gifts unto the poor in Christ, thereby showing thyself to be a model of Christian virtue and charity; wherefore, thou hast been crowned in the heavens by the right hand of the Almighty, O glorious Aidan.
Glory…, in Tone II—
The islands of the sea leap for joy at thy memory, O Aidan, for on the Isle of Scattery, in the Ireland of thy birth, thou didst first undertake the monastic life with the venerable Senan, on the blessed Island of Iona in the land of the Picts didst attain spiritual maturity under Segenius, and didst found thine own monastery on the Holy Isle of Lindisfarne on the coast of Northumbria. Wherefore, in thee were the words of Isaiah the Prophet fulfilled, for for thy sake was the glory of the Lord revealed in the isles of the sea, and the name of the Lord made glorious therein.
Now & ever…, for the Deposition.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.