Irmos: Wherefore hast Thou turned Thy face from me, O Light never-waning? And why hath a strange darkness covered me, wretch that I am? But turn me, and guide my steps to the light of Thy commandments, I pray.
Delighted by the beauties and comeliness of Jesus, the Creator of the good, through sufferings thou didst hasten to the sweet fragrance of His myrrh, burning with desire and afire with His love and radiance, O Glyceria.
Theotokion: As thou hast maternal boldness before thy Son, O most pure one, disdain not thought of thy kinship with us, we pray, for thee alone do we Christians set before the Master, that we might mercifully receive cleansing.
Drawing forth a spring of life everlasting from the wellsprings of salvation, thou didst burn with thirst for martyrdom; and, hastening, thou didst run and didst stand, drinking and finding repose through the desire of utmost love, O bride of God.
The angels fed thee heavenly food in prison, O martyr; for thou didst desire the food of peace and the life of the living. Therein thou didst truly stand, arrayed in the wounds of thy suffering, as in robes.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.