Ode III

Irmos: O Lord, Fashioner of the vault of heaven and Creator of the Church: establish me in Thy love, O Summit of desire, confirmation of the faithful, Who alone lovest mankind.

Kontakion, in Tone IV: Spec. Mel: “Thou hast appeared today....”—

Glory...; Now and ever...: Theotokion—

Sessional hymn, in Tone I: Spec. Mel: “Thy tomb, O Savior....”—

Enkindled by love divine, O martyrs, quench the fire of ungodliness with the streams of your blood; for, shining forth as brilliantly as stars, ye have made the whole world bright.

Theotokion: Rejoice, thou who alone gavest birth unto the Lord of all! Rejoice, thou who hast been the mediator of joy for men! Rejoice, mountain overshadowed and unquarried, confirmation of the faithful! Rejoice, O all-immaculate one!

The luminous relics of the martyrs shine forth the light of healings upon those who with faith have recourse unto them; for, emulating the Savior’s sufferings, they drew forth grace from the wellsprings thereof.

The pillars of faith, the sacrifices of Christ which had long been covered in the waters, have now been revealed; and reverently and venerably they are borne in the hands of the hierarch.

Shining forth from the earth as beacons of righteousness, ye have dispelled all the gloom of impiety; and ye enlighten the faithful, O divine martyrs, ye emulators of the Trinity.

Having manifestly set at nought the deception of the enemy, having been hidden for many years because of the malice of the tyrants, ye have now been revealed, O ever-all-memorable martyrs, ­healing the passions of our souls and curing the ailments of our bodies, unto the glory of our God.

Set aright mine accursed soul, O pure one, and take pity on it because of the multitude of my transgressions, for I have been dragged down into the abyss of destruction, O all-immaculate one. And at the dread hour of my death, rescue me from the accusing demons and from all torment.

Or this Stavrotheotokion—

Beholding Thee stretched out dead upon the Cross, O Christ, Thine all-immaculate Mother cried out: “O my Son, Who with the Father and the Spirit art without beginning, what is this Thine ineffable dispensation whereby Thou hast saved the creation of Thine all-pure hands, O Compassionate One?”