Irmos: O Theotokos, thou living and abundant fountain: in thy divine glory establish those who hymn thee and spiritually form themselves into a choir; and vouchsafe unto them crowns of glory.
Sessional hymn, in Tone VIII: Spec. Mel.: “Of the Wisdom…” —
Theotokion: The tabernacle of the law prefigured thee, who wast to become the sacred habitation of God, O pure one, from whence our purification cometh forth, granting sanctity unto us all.
Ye were truly like divine grapes of the vine of God, O martyrs, pouring forth upon us the wine which with grace doth spiritually gladden the hearts of all.
Glory…, Now & ever…: Theotokion —
O Nazarius who art most rich, martyr of Christ, with might thou didst confront the tyrant who commanded thee to sacrifice to the abominable gods, and didst ready thyself like a lamb for the slaughter, O glorious one.
With faith let us all chant a symphony of praise today to Nazarius, Gervase, Protase and Celsius, who were witnesses of the truth in the Spirit.
Honoring the suffering and persecution of Nazarius and the pangs and wounds of Protase, let us praise Gervase and Celsius, the precious vessels of the Holy Trinity, the radiant stars, the towers of defense of the faithful, the true destroyers of impiety, the pillars and unshakable foundation of the faith, to whom we cry out with faith: Entreat Christ God, that He grant remission of sins unto those who with love honor your holy memory.
All of us, the generations of mankind, bless thee who without seed gavest birth unto God in the flesh, as her who alone among women wast Virgin; for the fire of the Godhead made its abode within thee, and thou gavest suck unto our Lord and Creator as a babe. Wherefore, we, the race of angels and men, glorify thine all-holy birthgiving as is meet, and with one accord cry out to thee: Entreat Christ God, that He grant remission of transgressions unto those who with faith worship thine all-holy birthgiving.
Stavrotheotokion —
Beholding the Lamb, Shepherd and Deliverer upon the Cross, the ewe-lamb exclaimed, weeping, and bitterly lamenting, cried out: “The world rejoiceth, receiving deliverance through Thee; but my womb doth burn, beholding Thy crucifixion, which Thou endurest in the loving-kindness of Thy mercy. O long-suffering Lord, abyss and inexhaustible wellspring of mercy, take pity, and grant remission of offenses unto those who with faith hymn Thy divine sufferings.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.