Ode III

Irmos: O Thou Who alone hast known the weakness of human nature, having in Thy mercy formed Thyself therein: Thou dost gird me about with power from on high, that I may chant to Thee: Holy is the living temple of Thine ineffable glory, O Thou Who lovest mankind!

Kontakion, in Tone IV: Spec. Mel.: “Thou hast appeared…:—

Sessional hymn, in Tone I: Spec. Mel.: “Thy tomb, O Savior…”—

Bearing the word as a noetic torch, O apostles, obedient to God ye traversed all of creation, dispelling the gloom thereof and through grace revealing as sons of light those who had been in thrall to the night of unbelief.

Theotokion: O Mary, Bride of God, knowing the only-begotten Word of the Father Who before was begotten without mother and was born of thee without father, we confess thee to be the Mother of God who gave birth without pain and remained Virgin inexplicably.

The saving proclamation of your words hath prophetically gone forth into all the world, and the radiant manifestation of your deeds hath gone all about the earth enlightening souls, O divinely eloquent apostles of the Lord.

Glory…, Now & ever…: Theotokion—

Making His abode in your hearts, O wise ones, the most Holy Spirit made you great beholders of God; going everywhere about the world, ye destroyed the temples of idols by grace and raised up churches to God.

Today hath dawned the honored festival of the apostles which manifestly bestoweth the remission of sins upon all who keep their memory.

Together let us honor the memory of Erastus and Olympus, Sosipater and Tertius, Rodion and Quartus, chanting to them: O divine preachers and servants of the Word, by your prayers deliver us from eternal torments.

O unwedded and pure Virgin Theotokos, thou sole intercessor and protection of the faithful: From misfortunes, tribulation and evil circumstances deliver all who put their trust in thee, and by thy divine prayers save thou our souls.

Stavrotheotokion—

The unblemished ewe-lamb, beholding the Lamb and Shepherd hanging dead upon the Tree, exclaimed, weeping and maternally crying out: “How shall I endure Thy condescension and voluntary passion which surpasseth understanding, O my Son, mine all-good God?”