Irmos: None is as holy as the Lord, and none is as righteous as our God, Whom all creation doth hymn, singing: None is righteous save Thee, O Lord!
Sessional hymn, in Tone I: Spec. Mel.: “Thy tomb, O Savior…” —
Theotokion: O Christ our God, we bring before Thee her who gave Thee birth in the flesh, and the assembly of martyrs, to supplicate Thy might. By their entreaties grant peace to Thy world.
It is not possible, O saints, to praise your sacred suffering as is meet, whereby ye have been crowned with wreaths woven in heaven, entreating God our Deliverer that we be saved.
Glory…, Now & ever…: Theotokion —
Consumed by fire, failing not in resolve, tempered by blows and honed by pangs, O martyrs, ye became swords forged in heaven against the ungodly foe.
The tyrant was put to shame, the iniquitous apostate suffered a terrible fall when Christ gave the three martyrs the strength valiantly to oppose his ungodliness.
Like a thrice radiant lamp set alight with the fire of the Trinity, ye burned away the darkness of the Persians who worship fire and with boldness preached Christ, Who shone forth from the Virgin who knew not man; and ye received a blessed end, O martyrs three in number.
To the path of repentance guide us who have ever strayed into the trackless wastes of evil and have angered the all-good Lord, O blessed Mother who knewest not wedlock, thou refuge of the desperate and dwelling-place of God.
Stavrotheotokion —
Beholding Thee stretched out, dead, upon the Cross, O Christ, the most immaculate Mother cried out: “O my Son Who with the Father and the Spirit art equally without beginning, what is this Thine ineffable dispensation, whereby Thou hast saved the creation of Thine all-pure hands, O Compassionate One?”
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.