Irmos: O Word, with divine vision the prophet perceived Thee Who wast to become incarnate of the Theotokos alone, the mountain overshadowed; and with fear he glorified Thy power.
Theotokion: O pure Mistress, portal of the divine Word, from all evils protect and preserve those who assemble in thy church and praise thee, the all-pure one, with hymns.
Body, soul and intellect, and all the workings of your heart, did ye sacrifice unto Christ with faith; and vanquishing the savagery of the tyrants, ye were rightly crowned, O saints.
Surrendering your bodies to the sword and to fire, ye became sacrifices acceptable unto God, and on a mystical altar ye offered yourselves up as the odor of sweet savor.
The relics of Thy martyrs have shone forth upon the world as inextinguishable radiance, O Benefactor; thereby hath the darkness of ignorance been dispelled and the knowledge of God been instilled in its place.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.