Ode VI

Irmos: Grant me a robe of light, O Thou Who coverest Thyself with light as with a garment, O most merciful Christ our God.

Kontakion, in Tone II —

“Whosoever shall confess me on earth, them will I confess also before My heavenly Father,” didst thou say, O Jesus, to Thy witnesses.

Theotokion: Disdain not the humble entreaties of thy servants, for from the abyss of temptation do we cry unto thee: Haste thou to help us, O Theotokos!

Irmos: Beholding the sea of life surging with the tempest of temptations, fleeing to Thy calm haven I cry unto Thee: Lead up my life from corruption, O greatly Merciful One!

“O Savior, Who hast granted us to suffer with Thee, receive us now in Thy Kingdom, as Thou didst the wise thief,” did ye cry as ye were led to your death, O pure virgins.

Theotokion: He Who is God of every and all creation, noetic and visible, truly made His abode within thy womb, and became flesh, edifying men, O Ever-virgin.

Divested of all things corruptible and vain, ye inherited eternal riches, O glorious Cyriaca, ­divinely-wise Maria and Valeria.

Cleaving to the faith of Christ and loving the unfeigned promises of God, looking for eternal life and the blessedness of paradise, ye steadfastly endured torture and fervently bowed your necks beneath the sword; wherefore, ye have been crowned by the hand of the Lord, O Cyriaca, Valeria and Maria, and your memory is glorious. O passion-bearers, entreat ye Christ God, the Judge of the contest, for those who faithfully honor your struggles.

Ikos: Come, ye faithful, and bearing flowers let us make haste to the temple of the Lord; and with hymns of divine beauty let us laud the memory of the martyrs, the holy virgins Cyriaca, Valeria and Maria; for flourishing like lilies amongst the thorns of paganism and adorned with flowers of the virtues, they received wreaths of suffering not woven by human hands; and now are they led with glory into the heavenly garden. Wherefore, we fervently cry out: Rejoice, ye who chose the good part! Rejoice, ye who by transient suffering purchased eternal bliss! Rejoice, ye who acquired boldness before the Holy Trinity! Pray ye without ceasing, O passion-bearers, for those who faithfully honor your struggles!

With thy sacred discourses thou didst oil the pure women for the contest, O martyr, and bringing down the enemy with manly exertions, they have woven crowns of incorruption.

Protecting thy soul with the might of the Spirit, by thine endurance of wounds thou didst cast down the spirits of evil, O right wondrous one, and hast received from God a crown of victory.

With the drops of thy blood, O martyr of Christ, thou didst quench the flame of the idols; and with the dew of thy pangs thou didst moisten the souls of the pious, delivering them from the flame of deception.