Irmos: Neither in wisdom, nor in power, nor yet in riches do we boast, but in Thee, O Christ, the hypostatic Wisdom of the Father; for none is holy save Thee, O Thou Who lovest mankind.
Glory..., Now and ever..., Theotokion—
Sessional hymn, in Tone VIII: Spec. Mel: “Of the Wisdom...”—
Theotokion: Thou alone hast renewed the human race, having given birth unto the Creator and Lord of our nature. Wherefore, we glorify thee, O divinely joyous one.
Having received of God tremendous grace and power, O father Ambrose, by thy tangible touch thou didst heal the divers passions of those who had recourse to thee.
O venerable one, having learned all the knowledge of the Scriptures, in that thou wast a godly hierarch, thou didst manifestly make plain to the ignorant things difficult to understand, O father Ambrose.
With the sentence of God thou didst instantly strike dead the vile woman who audaciously and senselessly strove to draw nigh unto thee, who shone forth with spiritual wisdom.
Zealously emulating Elijah the Prophet, and likewise John the Baptist, thou didst manfully denounce the emperor who had transgressed, O hierarch; in godly manner didst thou adorn thy see, and hast enriched the world with a multitude of miracles. Wherefore, learnèd in the divine Scriptures, thou didst establish the faithful therein, and didst convert the unbelieving. O hierarch Ambrose, entreat Christ God, that He grant remission of transgressions unto those who, with love, celebrate thy holy memory.
Tripped up by wicked thoughts, I have fallen into the abyss of sin, and, groaning, I cry out to thee from the depths of my heart, O all-pure one: Show forth the wonder of thy rich mercy upon me, and the unfathomable abyss of thy loving-kindness, and the incalculable wealth of thy compassion; and grant me repentance and forgiveness of sins, that I may cry out to thee with love: Entreat Christ God, that He grant me remission of transgressions, for thee do I, thy servant, have as my hope.
Or this Stavrotheotokion—
Beholding the Lamb, Shepherd and Deliverer upon the Cross, the Ewe-lamb cried out, weeping, and exclaimed, bitterly lamenting: The world rejoiceth, 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, Abyss of mercy and inexhaustible Wellspring! Take pity, and grant remission of offenses unto those who, with faith, hymn Thy divine sufferings.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.