Exapostilarion—
Irmos: Heaven was stricken with awe, and the ends of the earth were amazed, that God hath appeared in the flesh, and that thy womb became more spacious than the heavens. Wherefore, the ranks of men and angels magnify thee as the Theotokos.
Glory..., Now & ever..., in the same tone—
The mystery of the profundity of thy birthgiving striketh the intelligence of the angels with awe, O Virgin, and thine all-pure icon driveth the demons away; for, unable to bear the sight of its power, they flee and vanish. And we lovingly bow down and venerate it, and magnify thee, the Theotokos.
Come ye, and let us all bow down, fall prostrate and magnify the Mother of God, who hath watched over us, the lowly, who feedeth the hungry with good things, and in the appearance of her wondrous icon hath concluded with us a covenant of mercy.
O Virgin Theotokos, hope of Christians, extend unto our generation thy mercies, which thou didst bestow upon our fathers. Protect and save us from all evil.
O most merciful helper of Christians, the tongue of neither angel nor man is able to hymn thee worthily, in that thou art more honorable than all creation and more glorious than earthly things. O Mistress, mercifully accept this entreaty offered thee by us. Ever save us, for in thee have we placed our trust.
Taking thy most precious icon in his arms, O Mistress, Gabriel cried out to thee: O sweet Mother of Christ the King, be thou the protection of thy monastery, the joy of all Christians, and the surety of life everlasting!
On the Praises, 4 stichera, in Tone IV—
O the ineffable goodness, O the glorious revelation of the icon of the Mother of God, which is resplendent with miracles and illumineth with grace those who approach it! Receiving it with gladness, with hymns we honor and bless the divine Maiden as is meet. Twice
O thy forethought concerning us, O Mistress! For today thou sendest forth thy wondrous icon, and mercifully grantest us an ever-vigilant guardian and a consolation for our sojourn. Wherefore, acknowledging thy precious wonders, with hymns we magnify thee.
O all-glorious wonder! How is the fire-bearing icon borne upon the surface of the waves of the sea as upon a chariot, illumining men’s minds with radiant beams of grace? Joyfully honoring its festival with hymns, we send up glory to the Theotokos.
Fulfilling thy word, O Mother of God, the venerable Gabriel strode dryshod upon the waters of the sea, and, taking up thy sacred icon, he joined the chorus of the ascetics of Athos and held festival. Wherefore, marvelling at the ultimate Author of these miracles, we also cry out: Glory to the one King and God Who, at the supplications of the Theotokos, hath wrought wondrous things! Preserve our Orthodox hierarchs, whom Thou hast chosen to watch over us, and grant that they may triumph over all heresies, in that Thou art almighty!
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.