¶1
Irmos: Saved by thee, O pure Virgin, we confess thee to be in truth the Theotokos, magnifying thee with the incorporeal choirs.
¶2
Beauteous in the divine magnificence of martyrdom, ye stand before the Lord, and with Him, O athletes, ye ever rejoice.
¶3
Theotokion: O most immaculate one, illumine with the light of repentance me who am benighted by negligence, that I may hymn and glorify thy mighty works.
¶4
As ye are parted from your bodies, O martyrs, the army of the angels receiveth you into the heavenly fold, unto the Light that waneth not.
¶5
O glorious martyrs, never cease to remind God of us who keep your sacred memory today.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.