Irmos: O Lord and Savior, Who in the beginning established the heavens by Thine omnipotent Word and confirmed all their power by the all-accomplishing and divine Spirit: establish me upon the immovable rock of the confession of Thee!
Sessional hymn, in Tone IV: Spec. Mel.: “Having been lifted up…” —
Seeing the smoldering heresy of Origen, as an excellent shepherd thou didst quickly burn up all the darkness thereof with fire divine, enkindling the brilliant radiance of thy wisdom, O thou who art pleasing unto God.
Theotokion: With the divine Gabriel do we ever cry unto thee, O blessed Virgin: Rejoice! For thou becamest the cause of joy and true gladness for us, giving birth in the flesh unto the Deliverer and Savior of all.
Having acquired honorable virginity and the comeliness of purity by skill, O glorious one, in thy wisdom and the grace of thy words thou showest forth all their beauty and everlasting splendor, O divinely wise one.
Glory…, Now & ever…: Theotokion —
The lightning-flashes of thy words, the trumpet-blast of thine intellect, and the harmonious proclamation of thy doctrine have gone forth into all the earth, O venerable and all-blessed one, summoning all the faithful to share in the delights of heaven.
Nurtured by the most mighty sustenance of thy spiritual outpourings, O all-wise one, they who partake of it delight in the true sustenance thereof, which abideth, floweth continually without passing away; and they increase in stature.
Thou didst make of thy heart a beauteous altar, O hierarch, didst offer unbloody sacrifices unto God, and, having suffered mightily and been slain, thou didst offer thyself as a sacrifice unto Him Who was slaughtered for our sake. Him do thou ever earnestly entreat, that He save all those who hymn thee with love.
Who can recount the multitude of mine impure thoughts and the tempests of my wicked devisings, O all-immaculate one? And who can describe the assaults of mine incorporeal enemies and their malice? But by thine entreaty, O good one, grant me deliverance from them all.
Stavrotheotokion —
She who gave birth to Thee in the latter days, O Christ, seeing Thee, Who wast begotten of the unoriginate Father, hanging upon the Cross, cried out: “Woe is me, O most beloved Jesus! How art Thou, Who art glorified as God by the angels, now crucified of Thine own will by iniquitous men, O my Son? I hymn Thee, O Long-suffering One!”
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.