Irmos: Thou art my strength, O Lord, Thou art my power; Thou art my God, Thou art my joy, Who, without leaving the bosom of the Father, hast visited our lowliness. Wherefore, with the Prophet Habbakuk I cry unto Thee: Glory to Thy power, O Thou Who lovest mankind!
Theotokion: The choir of the righteous and the full assembly of the faithful bless thee, O all-pure one, for in manner past understanding and recounting thou gavest birth unto the Word of God.
Watering thy soul with torrents of tears, thou didst render it fruitful and fertile for the bringing forth of every virtue; wherefore, thou wast a guide to salvation for many.
Even though thou didst dwell in the stillness of the wilderness with the blessed Sabbatius, yet didst thou converse solitarily there with God alone in unceasing prayer, O venerable one.
Possessed of an intelligence made luminous by the purity of thy life, thou didst easily repel the assaults of the wicked demons, setting at naught all their machinations and snares.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.