Ode III

Irmos: O Most High, Thou Ruler of all, Who out of non-existence hast brought all things, which are fashioned by Thy Word and made perfect by the Spirit: Confirm me in Thy love!

With prayer and activity thou didst prepare thy soul for a new task; wherefore, thou didst reach a far-away country with thy brother evangelists, leading the inhabitants of Alaska to Jesus most sweet.

Glory..., Now and ever..., Theotokion, in the same tone and melody—

Sessional hymn, in Tone III: Spec. Mel.: “Awed by the beauty of thy virginity…”—

The divinely wise Nazarius, having come to Valaam from Sarov, planted there love for interior spiritual activity; wherefore, partaking of this grace, O venerable one, with spiritual enlightenment thou didst prepare thy soul for the struggle of evangelism.

Theotokion: O good Mother of the good King, who ever pourest forth thy benefactions upon thy servants: guide us to every good deed, protecting us from all the actions of the evil ones.

Having illumined thy mind with dispassion and adorned thyself with divine humility, thou didst receive the gifts of the Spirit to cast out evil spirits and to loose the infirmities of those who faithfully honor thee, O most sacred one.

Irmos: Establishing me upon the rock of faith, Thou hast enlarged my mouth against mine enemies, for my spirit doth exult when I chant: There is none holy as our God, and none righteous save Thee, O Lord!

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

As fruitful branches of the vine of Christ, O Sergius and Herman of Valaam, who nourished the new Herman with the grapes of the virtues, fill ye our hearts with the wine of divine gladness.

Glory…, Now & ever…: Theotokion—

Having slain the serpent, the author of evil, and trampled down the inclination towards avarice, O holy hierarch, taking pity on him who was in need, thou didst transform a serpent into a golden ornament by thy sacred prayers, O venerable father.

The day of thy commemoration hath arrived, O all-praised father Herman, gladdening thy chosen flock. Illumine us with the splendors of thy miracles, which issue forth from thy precious relics, quench thou the flame of our passions, and bedew the minds of the faithful who ever glorify thee with love. Twice

Theotokion: Heal thou the wounds of my soul, O Bride of God, and illumine my mind which hath been darkened by neglect, that I may chant: There is none blameless save thee, O immaculate one, and none more pure than thee, O Mistress!

Thou didst ascend the mountain of dispassion; thou didst enter the darkness of the vision of God, and didst receive the law of salvation on the tablets of thy heart, in that thou art a most sacred and faithful favorite of thy Master.

Rejoice, O Virgin who art full of grace, for thou revealest to us thy new chosen one, who sprang forth in the northern wilderness and hath made the newly-enlightened region fragrant with heavenly gifts! Wherefore, with gifts of thanksgiving we honor thee, the Mistress of the world.

Thou didst shine forth as a divinely appointed pastor, O Spyridon, raised from the tending of sheep by God, Who entrusted thee to preside over the Church of Christ. Thou didst drive away the wolves of false teaching by thy words, grazing thy flock on the pasture of piety. Wherefore, thou didst affirm the Faith by the wisdom of the Spirit in the midst of the God-bearing fathers, O blessed hierarch. Entreat Christ God, that He grant remission of transgressions unto those who celebrate thy holy memory with love.

O all-immaculate Bride of the Creator, Mother of the Deliverer, thou who knewest not man: In that thou art the receptacle of the Comforter, O all-hymned one, haste thou to deliver me, who am the vile abode of iniquity and have become in mind the plaything of the demons, from their malice; and make of me a splendid habitation of the virtues, O radiant and incorruptible one; drive from me the cloud of the passions, and vouchsafe me, through thy prayers, the fellowship of the Most High and the never-waning Light.

Or this Stavrotheotokion—

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