Exapostilarion: Spec. Mel.: “Hearken, ye women…” —
Irmos: Let every mortal leap for joy, enlightened by the Spirit; and let the nature of the incorporeal intelligences keep festival, honoring the sacred feast of the Mother of God, and let them cry aloud: Rejoice, O most blessed Theotokos, pure Ever-virgin!
All of us, thy servants, hasten to thy divine temple, and we now hold festival, with splendor celebrating a feast at the annual commemoration of the miracle of the amplification of thy hymn today, O pure Ever-virgin Theotokos.
Rejoicing, let us never cease to say “It is truly meet to bless thee, the ever-blessed and all-immaculate Mother of our God”, as we learned on this day from the angel, O pure Ever-virgin Theotokos.
Rejoicing together and offering up hymns of thanksgiving, we glorify today the glorious and divine Archangel Gabriel, who by a wondrous miracle hath taught unto all the divine hymn of the pure Mother of God; and let us cry aloud: Rejoice, O initiate of ineffable mysteries!
Rejoice, O all-glorious temple of the Protaton, which boasteth in the treasure of the most precious and divine icon of the only Mother of God, the protectress of Athos, which poureth forth grace! For the Mountain became her chosen portion.
Gather together, leap up and celebrate with splendor! For in monastic guise the divine Gabriel hath now appeared to a monk, announcing for the first time the hymn of the Mother of God on Mount Athos, which hath acquired her as its intercessor.
Glory…, Now & ever…: The foregoing is repeated.
On the Praises, 4 stichera, in Tone I: Spec. Mel.: “Joy of the ranks of heaven…” —
Having descended from the vaults of heaven, the Archangel Gabriel hath now appeared to the novice monk in strange guise, chanting for him thine awesome hymn, therewith amplifying that which Cosmas once sang for thee, O Virgin. Twice
Of old, Gabriel brought from heaven tidings for the Virgin, and cried aloud: Rejoice! And now he hath miraculously announced her awesome hymn to the Holy Mountain, chanting: It is truly meet to bless the most pure one!
With love we venerate thy divine icon, O pure one, before which the angel first chanted the beginning of thy hymn. Wherefore, we kiss it now with faith, and together we celebrate the divine Gabriel, the author thereof.
Glory…, Now & ever…, in Tone VI —
Who can recount thy power, O pure one? Who can reckon the multitudes of thy miracles? For in manner transcending nature thou workest many wonders. O the mighty things thou hast done even now! For thou, O most pure Virgin, hast through the angel given us a beginning for thy hymn, and in thy forethought thou hast been well pleased that it be strangely graven upon a tablet of stone, that thou mayest be magnified in hymns, O all-immaculate one.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.