Irmos: Thy birthgiving, O Ever-virgin, which was revealed to the law-giver on the mountain in the fire and the bush, for the salvation of us, the faithful, do we magnify with unceasing hymnody.
Behold the radiant feastday of the martyrs, resplendent with grace, illumining the hearts of the faithful with divine splendors! Come ye, let us draw forth enlightenment therefrom!
Theotokion: O pure one, thou bearest on thine arm Him Who beareth all things, and feedest the Nourisher Who became like unto us. Him do thou entreat, that He grant to thy people deliverance from all evils.
Like pure offerings and unblemished lambs did ye bring yourselves to Him Who was slain for our sake, O martyrs, receiving crowns of victory from Him as the Judge of the contest.
Thy pangs let fall drops of sweetness, O athlete, and take away all the bitterness of the passions for those who have recourse to thy temple with faith and celebrate thy salvific memory.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.