Irmos: Christ is my power, my God and my Lord, the honored Church doth sing, crying out in godly manner with a pure mind, keeping festival in the Lord.
Theotokion: O most pure Mary, as thou wast the receptacle of purity which held the divine Presence, expunge the defilement and mire of my soul.
Going about the whole world, thou didst stretch forth the branch of thy struggles, exuding the joy of suffering and the sweetness of goodly fragrance, O most blessed athlete.
Beholding the meadow of thy contest, O blessed one, rejoicing, we garner the flowers of thy wounds and gladden our senses with thy divers miracles.
Thou wast a child of the day and never-waning light, O wondrous one, shining unceasingly with the light of the threefold Sun and the effulgence of preaching.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.