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!
The assembly of sufferers desired Thy sacrifice and voluntary death, O Bestower of life, and having endured all manner of pangs, it crossed over to the divine gladness which is without pain, chanting in thanksgiving: Glory to Thy power, O Thou Who lovest mankind!
Theotokion: O all-immaculate and blessed Mother of God, thou divine adornment of passion-bearers, who hast made heavenly our nature which came to be rejected because of the counsel of the serpent: Save me from all the pitfalls of life, and count me worthy to receive salvation.
Protected by the armor of the Cross and made steadfast by divine love, ye set at nought the weaponry of the foe and destroyed their ranks with faith, O godly martyrs, chanting earnestly: Glory to Thy power, O Thou Who lovest mankind!
Enlightened with the beauties of the virtues, O martyrs, ye adorned a robe of purple for yourselves using your own blood as dye; and bearing the trophy of the Cross as it were a scepter, ye have truly been vouchsafed to reign with Christ and have received the blessed things for which ye longed.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.