Irmos: Wherefore hast Thou turned Thy face from me, O Light never-waning? And why hath a strange darkness covered me, wretch that I am? But turn me, and guide my steps to the light of Thy commandments, I pray.
Having kept the bones of Thy saints hidden long enough, O Savior, Thou hast revealed them now, as hath been Thy good pleasure, unto Thy people, O Word, for their sanctification and salvation, and to shame the enemies who blaspheme Thee.
Theotokion: More exalted wast thou than the hosts on high, O divinely joyous one, having conceived the Word Who created all things by His word, and given birth without corruption unto Him Who was begotten of the Father before time began.
With the fervor of faith have ye done away with the frigid cold of deception, O glorious ones, having passed through the greatly subtle snares of many torment; and, taking wing with love to the city above, ye have rested, full of glory.
Having cast down all the arrogance of the enemy by endurance, O steadfast warriors, rent asunder, hanged and subjected to material fire, ye utterly consumed all the tinder of ungodliness by grace.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.