Irmos: Celebrating this divine and most honored festival of the Mother of God, come, ye divinely wise, let us clap our hands and glorify God Who was born of her.
Kontakion, in Tone VI —
Receiving Christ, O pure Virgin Hodegitria, thou didst hear the cry, Rejoice! And having ineffably given birth unto Him, thou dost ever hear from all, Rejoice!
Theotokion: The ranks of the incorporeal angels, the choirs of the apostles and the assemblies of the martyrs honor thee, O Theotokos; for thou didst ineffably give birth to the King of all.
Irmos: I will sacrifice to Thee with a voice of praise, O Lord, the Church crieth unto Thee, cleansed of the blood of demons by the blood which, for mercy’s sake, flowed from Thy side.
Kontakion, in Tone I: Spec. Mel.: “The womb of the Virgin…” —
Thou hast filled all with joy, and hast united those above to those below, O Hodegitria. Wherefore, heaven and all the earth now cry out to thee together.
Rejoice, O most hymned Hodegitria, consolation of widows and all orphans! Rejoice, thou who pourest forth inexhaustible riches upon all the poor!
Rejoice, O Hodegitria, thou habitation of Christ, who art more lustrous than any gold and more radiant than the dawning of the sun! Rejoice, O Virgin! Rejoice, O unwedded Bride!
O protection of Christians who cannot be put to shame, mediation before the Creator unchanging! Disdain not the suppliant voices of sinners, but as thou art good go before us to help us who cry unto thee: Haste thou to supplication, and speed thou to entreaty, O Theotokos who ever intercedest for those who honor thee.
Ikos: Extend thy hands, wherein thou didst receive the Master of all as a babe, through the magnitude of His goodness; forsake us not who ever set our hope on thee, and in thy vigilant supplication and incalculable forgiveness take pity on us, and grant thy loving-kindness unto our souls, pouring it forth forever. For thee do we sinners have as a helper against the misfortunes and evils which assail us. And as thou dost possess compassions of loving-kindness, haste thou to supplication, and speed thou to entreaty, O Theotokos who ever intercedest for those who honor thee.
Proclaiming the life which is to come, and the Cross and sufferings of Him Who suffered in the flesh in His loving-kindness, Nicanor was slain, meeting his death at the hands of the Jews.
Set afire with desire for the love of the Lord, the great Timon died amid fire, becoming a divine immolation at the command of the iniquitous.
O blessed apostles, your memory, which is divine, radiant and full of grace, doth sanctify the thoughts of all who keep it with faith.
The glorious Nicanor, Prochorus, Parmenus and Timon, the honored deacons and eye-witnesses to the Word, have been shown to be chosen vessels of the Faith. Wherefore, we celebrate your sacred memory today, blessing you in gladness of heart.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.