Irmos: Thou art my strength, O Lord, Thou art my power; Thou art my God, Thou art my joy, Who, without leaving the bosom of the Father, hast visited our lowliness. Wherefore, with the Prophet Habbakuk I cry unto Thee: Glory to Thy power, O Thou Who lovest mankind!
Truly it is not the covering of the icon of our Mistress which thou dost clean, but it is the vesture of thine own soul which thou makest radiant, O maiden, kindling the fire of divine love within thy heart, and uniting thyself to faith with compunction! Wherefore, thou art made strong in the midst of thy weakness, and art restored to health, that thou mightest cry aloud: Glory to Thy power, O Thou Who lovest mankind!
O Mother of God, thou didst utter but a single word to Him Who raised up the paralytic from his bed, as once thou didst in Cana of Galilee; wherefore, in an instant He raised up the maiden, who cried with a loud voice: Glory to Thy power, O Thou Who lovest mankind!
O unwedded Virgin, Mother of Him Who is without beginning, who art truly beloved of One of the Trinity: thou hast great boldness, and all thou desirest thou canst give the people. And thou movest them to cry out to thy Son: Glory to Thy power, O Thou Who lovest mankind!
Now have the works of God been revealed to us and His grace poured forth in abundance, through the aid of the Mother of God! Come ye, therefore, let us magnify her and worship her Son, crying out in gladness: Glory to Thy power, O Thou Who lovest mankind!
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.