Irmos: O Christ God, Bestower of light, Who didst dispel the primeval darkness of the abyss: disperse the gloom of my soul, and grant me the light of Thy commandments, O Word, that, rising early, I may glorify Thee.
Theotokion: O Virgin, in latter days for those on earth thou gavest birth without father to Him Who on high was without mother, but Who assumed our whole nature in His surpassing compassion. Him do thou beseech, that He save from corruption those who hymn thee.
Like a heifer desiring the divine beauty of the Herdsman, thou didst cry out: “Where now dost Thou tend Thy flock? Tell me: At what place hast thou come to rest? I desire to behold the transcendent vision of Thee, and am wholly consumed!”
“Seeking the beauty of My love, and having shone forth with the virtues,” the Bridegroom cried, “look for Me in the heavens! There do I tend My flock, and thither do I ever call My sheep!”
O honored Xenia, thou wast shown to be a most comely turtle-dove, a most radiant swallow and a noetic nightingale, who eluded the entrapment of spiritual snares and hast flown to the beauty of Christ, which thou desired, O right wondrous one.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.