¶1
Irmos: Waking at dawn, we cry to Thee: Save us, O Lord! For Thou art our God, and we know none other than Thee.
¶2
Thine arms, lifted up to the Creator, O venerable and divinely inspired father, vanquished the ungodly.
¶3
Theotokion: Those who do not acknowledge thee to be the Theotokos will not behold the light of Him Who was born of thee, O all-pure Mother of God.
¶4
Taking thee by the hand, the Most High led thee to the delight of Heaven, O God-bearing father.
¶5
Having trod the narrow way, O wondrous Theophylactus, thou didst attain unto the vastness of paradise.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.