Irmos: O Thou Who alone hast known the weakness of human nature, having in Thy mercy formed Thyself therein: 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!
Glory..., Now & ever...: Theotokion —
Sessional hymn, in Tone I: Spec. Mel: “When the stone had been sealed...” —
With thyself thou didst bring unto Christ an acceptable and most sacred fruit, the sacred Agathadorus, who endured stripes and wounds, and with the might of knowledge became victorious in the flesh over the incorporeal foe.
Theotokion: O pure, most holy and all-immaculate Virgin, all of us the faithful, proclaim thee to be the undefiled dwelling-place of God, the unquarried mountain, the holy ark, the censer of the immaterial Coal.
Unjustly broken at the command of the judge, O wise one, thou didst endure the laceration of thy sides; and burned with fire, thou didst extinguish the burning coals of delusion with the blood of thy wounds, O much-suffering Carpus.
Desiring to see Christ, hung aloft, thy breast burnt with fire, thou didst endure manfully, O divinely wise Papylas, manifestly bedewed with the dew of the Spirit and strengthened by divine aspirations.
Planting the fruits of the knowledge of God by the labors, thou didst uproot the thorns of ungodliness; having been anointed with deifying oil, thou didst shepherd thy people, O sacred one. And having contended lawfully, thou wast vouchsafed twofold honors, O Carpus. Glory to Him Who gave thee strength! Glory to Him Who crowned thee! Glory to Him Who through thee worketh healings for all!
Stretching forth thy divine arms wherewith thou didst bear the Creator Who in His goodness became incarnate, O all-holy Virgin, do thou entreat Him to deliver from temptations, sufferings and misfortunes us who praise thee with love and cry out: Glory to Him Who made His abode within thee! Glory to Him Who issued forth from thee! Glory to Him Who by thy birthgiving hath delivered us!
Or this stavrotheotokion —
The Ewe-lamb, beholding Thee, the Lamb, O long-suffering Word, crucified upon the Cross with two thieves, Thy side pierced by a spear, exclaimed, crying out maternally: “What is this strange and dread mystery which is ineffably accomplished, O my Jesus? How is it that Thou art entombed, O uncontainable God? Forsake me not who gave Thee birth, O my Jesus most sweet!”
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.