Ode III

Irmos: Neither in wisdom, nor in power, nor yet in riches do we boast, but in Thee, O Christ, the hypostatic Wisdom of the Father; for none is holy save Thee, O Thou Who lovest mankind.

Glory..., Now & ever...: Theotokion —

Sessional hymn, in Tone VIII: Spec. Mel: “Of the wisdom...” —

Splendid in the excellence of virtue and miracles, O thou who didst thyself behold Christ, and having illumined the ugliness of the Indians with divine light, thou didst enlighten their benighted state with faith.

Theotokion: O thou who knewest not wedlock, who gavest birth unto God in the flesh. Make me steadfast who am shaken by the assaults of the passions, for I have no other helper save thee, O all-pure one.

Ablaze with radiance through the activity of the Spirit Himself, thou wast launched like a bolt of divine light, O thou who wast pleasing unto God, and didst enlighten the world with miracles, O Thomas.

Instructed in the mysteries of the dogmas of divine wisdom, which surpasseth the swiftness of lightning, O Apostle Thomas, thou didst illumine the ends of the earth with light.

Seining for reason-endowed fish with the net of divine words, thou didst offer them to our God as firstfruits; and, desiring to be arrayed in the wounds of Christ, thou didst show thyself to be an emulator of His suffering. Wherefore, assembling together, we honor thine all-festive memory as is meet, O glorious apostle, and with one accord we cry out to thee: Entreat Christ God, that He grant remission of sins unto those who honor thy holy memory with love. Twice

All of us, the generations of men, bless thee as the Virgin who, alone among women, gavest birth ­without seed to God in the flesh; for the fire of the Godhead made His abode within thee, and thou didst nurture the Creator and Lord with milk as a babe. Wherefore, we, the race of angels and men, cry out to thee together: Entreat Christ God, that He grant remission of offenses unto those who with faith worship thine all-holy birthgiving.