At the Aposticha, Glory…, the composition of the Studite, in Tone II—

Glory..., Now and ever..., in Tone V

Enduring amid thy sufferings, O martyr James, thou didst surrender thy body for Christ God, and when thy fingers, hands, arms, and legs were cut off, and finally thy head, thou didst take wing to the heavens, and reignest with the King of all. Wherefore, O most mighty of athletes, cease thou never to pray, that our souls be saved from all the malice of the enemy.

Now & ever…: Theotokion, or this stavrotheotokion: Spec. Mel.: “When from the Tree…”—

Troparion, in Tone IV

When the unblemished ewe-lamb beheld her Lamb willingly led to the slaughter as a man, weeping, she said: “Dost Thou make haste now to leave me childless who gave Thee birth, O Christ? What is this that Thou hast done, O Deliverer of all? Yet do I hymn and glorify Thine extreme goodness which passeth understanding and recounting, O Thou Who lovest mankind!”

Truly thou pourest forth rivers of grace from thine icon, O Theotokos! For lo! even at the site of its discovery, a spring of healing water appeared. Thou dost quench the spiritual thirst of all who have recourse to thee in love, dost wash away sins, and dost grant us to draw forth joy and gladness.

Stichos: Hearken, O daughter, and see, and incline thine ear.

At the root of a tree was found the image of her who budded forth the Tree of life. Wherefore, on the site of its appearance, a monastery was planted, like a spiritual orchard, wherein the all-hymned name of its prototype was glorified, supplications for the whole world were ceaselessly offered up, and men worked out their salvation with fear.

Stichos: The Lord hath sworn in truth unto David, and He will not repent.

Having the warriors of heaven as aides, and the Virgin Theotokos as an invincible commander, let us array ourselves against the enemies of our salvation, armed with the precious Cross, crying out to the most blessed one: Deprive us not of thy mighty assistance, for we have placed our hope on thee, that we be not put to shame for ever.

O Virgin Theotokos, how much more powerful than the hands of Moses are thy most pure hands, ever raised to God in our behalf? Wherefore, thou dost vanquish an enemy more powerful than Amalek, routing the very prince of darkness and his minions, granting victory to those who piously war against the passions, and showing them forth as heirs of the new promised land, wherein righteousness doth dwell.

Having acquired thee as an unassailable rampart and a fount of miracles, we, thy servants, set at naught armies of adversaries, O most pure Theotokos. Wherefore, we entreat thee: Grant peace to our native land and great mercy to our souls!