Irmos: I will sacrifice to Thee with a voice of praise, O Lord, the Church crieth unto Thee, cleansed of the blood of demons by the blood which, for mercy’s sake, flowed from Thy side.
Like an exceedingly radiant sun thou didst hasten from the East, O divinely wise one, leading the choir of thy disciples like stars; and ye all illumined the West with your rays.
Theotokion: Knowing thee to be the temple of God and the animate palace, O Mistress, the choir of athletes entreateth thee, the one who hath removed the reproach of women.
With the drops of thy blood didst thou flood the sea of polytheism, O martyr; and with the deep of thy struggles thou didst drown the cruel and most wicked author of evil.
Ye blossomed forth like lilies on the meadow of suffering, and like sweet-scented roses ye perfume our hearts with the beauties of martyrdom, O divinely inspired athletes.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.