Irmos: O Word, with divine vision the prophet perceived Thee Who wast to become incarnate of the Theotokos alone, the mountain overshadowed; and with fear he glorified Thy power.
O all-blessed one, thou didst truly show thyself to be a lion, driving off the vexatious foxes and terrifying the thoughts of the impious with thy kingly roaring.
Theotokion: Mortify the uprisings of my passions, O good Virgin Theotokos, and quell thou the tumult of my transgressions, destroying the tempest of sin by thy serenity.
Seeking the hidden Truth, with the exposition of thy dogmas thou didst lay bare the traces of heresies abominable to God, O most honorable initiate of the sacred mysteries.
Rising like dawn in the West, O thrice-blessed and divinely wise one, thou didst send forth a scroll of pious dogmas like rays of the Church, illumining and enlightening our souls.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.