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.
Having mortified yourselves to the world with the pangs of abstinence, O divinely wise martyrs, ye zealously offered yourselves to Christ as perfect sacrifices, and, being slaughtered like sheep, ye submitted to the divine precepts of the Master.
Theotokion: All the glorious martyrs, acknowledging thee as the true Theotokos, have proclaimed God the Word Who was born of thee, opposing sin like youths unto death, O most hymned Maiden.
Having suffered lawfully, O most lauded martyrs, ye have been crowned; for having endured bitter pangs and wounds at the hands of the iniquitous, ye have been vouchsafed to enjoy life incorruptible in the heavens.
Dwelling noetically now with the angels, O blessed Patrick, remember those who celebrate thine honored memory, earnestly entreating the Master with thy supplications, that He save us from misfortunes, O most lauded one.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.