Ode IX

Exapostilarion: Spec. Mel.: “Hearken, ye women…”—

Irmos: It is not possible for men to behold God, upon Whom the ranks of angels dare not gaze; but through thee, O most pure one, hath the Word appeared incarnate unto men; and magnifying Him with the armies of heaven, we call thee blessed.

Theotokion: At the good pleasure of the Father and the coöperation of the divine Spirit, the beginningless Son and Word of God became, incarnate, the Son of the Virgin. And He hath wholly restored my corrupted form, in that He is omnipotent.

Made perfect through the font of radiant baptism and with the anointing of the priesthood, and washed in the blood of martyrdom, O blessed, divine blessed one, rejoicing thou didst hasten, adorned, to the armies of heaven.

Glory…, Now & ever…: Theotokion—

The Word of God, the never-setting Sun of righteousness, the Crown of the holy martyrs, adorned thy holy brow with the crown of spiritual gifts, O wondrous one; and for His sake thou didst endure long struggles, rejoicing.

Like the Apostle Paul thou didst travel the whole world over, and by thy long struggles didst put forth a branch, O Clement; and with the net of faith thou didst ensnare Agathangelus, thy companion and fellow martyr, the athlete who is the namesake of glad tidings.

Thou art my help and mighty refuge, O all-pure one; thou art mine intercessor and protection; and I fall down before thee, crying aloud: Deliver me from my tribulations, in that thou gavest birth to Joy, and rescue me from everlasting fire, O Virgin, for I set my hope on thee.