AT VESPERS

At “Lord, I have cried…”, these stichera, in Tone II: Spec. Mel.: “When from the Tree…”—

Now & ever…: Theotokion, or this Stavrotheotokion: Spec. Mel.: “When from the Tree…”—

Come ye, and with hymns let us crown the athlete of Christ, the Lamb of the Orthodox, as with lilies of the field and the full-grown blossoms of the paradise of God; for he hath been manifestly revealed to the world as the beauty of purity, the sacrifice of faith, the glory of abstinence. Wherefore, he hath received the immutable crown of the kingdom.

Having the fire of the divine Spirit within thy heart, O Martinian blessed of God, thou wast found to have burned up the image of the impure woman and wounded the adversary with his own sword, without sustaining injury thyself, truly putting the most vile one to shame and making him an object of derision.

Thou didst kindle a material fire against the attacks of the enemy, O all-blessed one, having acquired the constant remembrance of the everlasting fire; and thou didst cause the burning of the pleasures to wither utterly away. Setting thy feet upon a rock, O venerable one, thou didst build a hut for thyself thereon; and wandering about many lands, thou didst receive a crown for thine endurance.

Glory…, in Tone II—

Rejoice, O honored and most wondrous boast of Palestine, for thou hast shone forth upon us like an all-radiant sun! Burning up all the power of the enemy, thou didst consume thy members with fire, O blessed one; for in the mountains and the wastelands, and among the islands, he brought every temptation to bear upon thee. In the desert, he set a woman before thee; and even on a rock in the midst of the sea, the tempter assayed to test thee, O wise one. O thrice-blessed Martinian, cease thou never to entreat Christ without fail in behalf of us who keep thy memory with faith.

O pure one, when thou didst behold the mature Vine, Whom thou didst bear in thy womb without being cultivated by man, suspended upon the Tree, thou didst exclaim, lamenting: “O my Child and Benefactor, as Thou art compassionate, with Thy divine consolations pour forth the sweetness which taketh away the drunkenness of the passions, for the sake of me who gave Thee birth!”