Ode III

Irmos: O Christ, Who in the beginning established the heavens in wisdom and founded the earth upon the waters, make me steadfast upon the rock of Thy commandments; for none is holy as Thee, O Thou Who lovest mankind.

Glory..., Now & ever..., Theotokion—

Sessional hymn, in Tone III: Spec. Mel: “Of the divine faith...”—

Having cleansed thy mind of the turbulence of the passions, and, being full of vision most wise, thou wast shown to be magnificent, an abode of wisdom, and wast enriched with the gift of prophecy, O Gregory.

Theotokion: O pure Maiden, we all know thee to be the staff which budded forth Christ, the Flower of incorruption, and the golden censer who held in thine arms the burning Coal of the divine Essence, O divinely blessed one.

Being conversant in the divinely inspired Scriptures, O most blessed one, and having clearly chosen a different way of life, thou didst establish within thyself the single image of virtue, O divinely wise Gregory.

O divinely revealed one, having obtained the mystery of theology through divine initiation, enlighten us, that we may honor the Trinity consubstantial, one in essence, uncreated and equally eternal.

Instructed by God, in that thou didst seek Him with love, thou didst have the pure Theotokos Mary and the son of thunder as instructors in the mysteries, guiding thee to the light of the Trinity, O divinely eloquent one.

Thou wast a new Moses in thy works, receiving the tablets of faith on the mountain of mystical divine revelation, setting down as law for the people the piety of the mystery of the Trinity, O Gregory. Wherefore, all of us, the faithful, honor thy memory, asking for great mercy through thee. Twice

Thou wast a divine tabernacle of the Word, O only pure Virgin Mother, who hast surpassed the angels in purity. With the divine waters of thy supplications do thou cleanse me who, more than all others, have been defiled by carnal transgressions, O pure one, granting me great mercy.

Or this Stavrotheotokion—

The incorrupt Virgin Mother, the unblemished ewe-lamb of the Word, beholding Him Who budded forth from her without pain hanging upon the Cross, lamenting maternally, cried out: “Woe is me, O my Child! How is it that Thou sufferest willingly, wishing to deliver men from the indignity of the passions?”