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.
We all know thee to be the most radiant beacon of the Church, saving men’s souls, rescuing them from the maw of death, and guiding them to everlasting life, O ever-hymned father.
Theotokion: Conceiving God, thou gavest birth to the Lord, Creator and Fashioner, O pure one. All men bless thee, and the intelligent ranks of the bodiless ones glorify thee as the Mother of God.
Protected by the armor of piety and with courage of soul, thou rendest asunder the hordes of the heretics, O thrice-blessed and most sacred one; and, rejoicing, thou dost most radiantly unite the choirs of the Orthodox through the bond of the Spirit.
Thy cheeks, full of divine scents like phials of perfume, gladden the whole world with noetic fragrance through the distilled mystagogy of thine understandings and the beauty of thy words, O most wise one.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.