Irmos: O Thou Who wast born of the Virgin, drown Thou, I pray Thee, the three parts of my soul in the depths of dispassion, as of old Thou didst drown the mounted captains of Pharaoh; that, in the mortality of my body, as on a timbrel, I may chant a hymn of victory.
The sacred and wondrous feast of the sacred martyrs, who suffered in sacred manner, hath dawned! O ye who love the feasts of the Church, which assembleth and guideth all with the radiance of the Spirit, let us call them blessed as is meet.
Theotokion: From the mire of the passions, from the three-fold waves of evil thoughts, from the darts of the enemy, and from every assault of the adversary, save the souls of those who hymn thine ineffable birthgiving, O pure and all-immaculate Theotokos.
Like the radiant sun hast thou shone upon us in the splendor of the virtues, O blessed athlete Codratus, driving away the darkness of polytheism with the rays of thy light, and illumining the assemblies of the faithful.
Proclaiming Jesus our Savior to be God, the Rock of life, O glorious martyrs, ye suffered with steadfastness; and, stoned, ye made the outpourings of your blood into a well-spring of sanctity.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.