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 IV: Spec. Mel.: “O Thou Who wast lifted up…” —
Theotokion: Thou becamest the dwelling-place of the Spirit, having received the Fullness of the Godhead in the Son and given birth to the Savior, Lord and Deliverer of our race.
Thou didst hone Thy saints with faith, O Christ, didst forge them with hope, and fire them with love; and with tridents Thou didst fashion for them a three-stranded wreath.
Glory…, Now & ever…: Theotokion —
Valiantly did ye withstand the ungodly tyrants, O invincible martyrs, passing unharmed over the snares of deception; for, having been armed by Christ, ye rejoice with Him.
Like divinely erected pillars and firm foundations the martyrs were planted upon the rock of the ascent of Faith, having drunk the water of immortality from the Rock that is the chalice of Christ.
Trampling underfoot the pleasures which drag men down, ye were taken up in splendor by grace to the divine heights of martyrdom, O athletes Cyrus and John, ye luminaries of all the world. Wherefore, we beseech you: From the darkness of sin and afflictions deliver us, entreating Him Who is God over all. Twice
Though I love sin, I beseech thee, O all-pure one, who gavest birth to the sinless God Who taketh away the sins of the world: Have pity on my most sinful soul, and wash away my many sins; for thou art the cleansing of sinners, the salvation and help of the faithful.
Stavrotheotokion —
She who in latter times gave birth in the flesh to Thee Who wast begotten of the unoriginate Father, O Christ, seeing Thee hanging upon the Cross cried out: “Woe is me, O Jesus most beloved! How is it that Thou Who art glorified as God by the angels art now of Thine own will crucified by iniquitous men? O my long-suffering Son, I hymn Thee!”
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.