Irmos: Waking at dawn, we cry to Thee: Save us, O Lord! For Thou art our God, and we know none other than Thee.
Burning in spirit, ye sealed your lips, O blessed ones, gathering your treasure within your hearts, whence ye drew up strength during torture.
Theotokion: Rejoice, thou light and abode of the Light! Rejoice, O Mother of Life! Rejoice, thou glory of all the saints, O all-immaculate Theotokos!
Irmos: With Thy divine light illumine the souls of those who with love rise at dawn unto Thee, O Good One, that they may know Thee, O Word of God, to be the true God Who calleth all forth from the darkness of sin.
“If our outer man perish amid torments, yet our inner man is renewed,” ye cried, O virgin martyrs, awaiting liberation from this mortal body.
Theotokion: O pure Virgin, of thy pure blood thou truly gavest birth to the incarnate Word of the Father in two perfect natures but a single hypostasis, O divinely joyous one.
Bearing the image of the thrice-radiant God and illumining your souls with the brightness whereof, like three spiritual stars in the firmament of heaven ye shone forth, O thrice-blessed passion-bearers.
Protected by divine force, O wise martyr, with thy patience thou didst manifestly endure the onslaughts of the iniquitous, the affliction of tortures and burning.
Preaching the word of piety, O divinely wise martyr, thou didst journey far on paths of travel, and didst turn to the Light those led astray by the darkness of vanity.
Like a lamb thou wast suspended upon a tree, O martyr, and thou didst endure maiming with iron blades as though thou wast without a body, stripping away the coarseness of mortality, O blessed one.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.