Irmos: Christ is born, give ye glory! Christ cometh from heaven, meet ye Him! Christ is on earth, be ye exalted! O all the earth, sing ye unto the Lord, and chant with gladness, ye people, for He hath been glorified!
Canon to the Apostle, in Tone II, the acrostic whereof is: “For thee do I weave praise, O great Codratus.”—
Theotokion: We honor as the cause of our correction the true Mother of God, the mountain of God from whence was cut the Chief Cornerstone Who bringeth into ineffable unity those who before were separated.
Canon I of the venerable martyrs, the acrostic whereof is “I praise the beauteous regiment of the venerable ones”, the composition of James,
Irmos: O ye people, let us send up a hymn unto our wondrous God, Who freed Israel from bondage, singing and crying out a hymn of victory unto Thee Who alone art Master.
Bearing thy crown and standing before the King of hosts, entreat Him to enlighten those who radiantly celebrate this thy memorial, O blessed apostle.
Theotokion: The Fashioner of creation, born in the flesh of a Maiden who knew not wedlock, after her birthgiving preserved her a Virgin as she was before giving birth, as He was well-pleased so to do.
Rejoicing, the monks of the Monastery of Zographou celebrate the festival of the honored venerable martyrs today, and earnestly entreat the Lord, that, through their supplications, we all may be vouchsafed the joy of heaven.
Irmos: Come, ye people, let us chant a hymn to Christ God, Who divided the sea and guided the people whom He had led forth from the bondage of Egypt, for He hath been glorified.
Building on the foundation of the Faith, O thou fullness of the pious, with thy teachings most mighty thou didst overthrow all the falsehood of idolatry.
Theotokion: O pure one, the proscription of our ancestors hath been rescinded, for thou givest birth unto the preëternal God, Who revealeth Himself as a little Babe and truly fashioneth all the essence of humanity anew.
Through communion ye became sons of God, O steadfast venerable athletes, and having denounced the vile falsehood of the heresy of the Latins and been reduced to ashes by the fire, ye have been crowned by Christ with a twofold wreath.
Irmos: Having traversed the depths of the Red Sea with dryshod feet, Israel of old vanquished the might of Amalek in the wilderness by Moses’ arms stretched out in the form of the Cross.
Ministering the sacred Gospel with thy most sacred words, thou didst consecrate souls to thy Creator through faith and the strength of the Spirit, O ever-memorable Codratus.
Confessing with steadfastness of mind the Spirit Who proceedeth from the Father, as the Savior said, ye denounced and put the papists to shame as innovators, O wise ones.
Canon to the Hieromartyr, in Tone IV, the acrostic whereof is: “May God grant me the gift of hymning thee, O Phocas,” the composition of Joseph—
In memory of Thy venerable ones, O my Christ, grant me help from on high and teach me, making me wise by Thy holy Paraclete, that I may offer laudation in hymnody to Thee, the only Master.
Enlighten thou with the luminous rays of the Spirit the soul of me who today propose to hymn thy divine memory, O glorious one, who art shown to be a pastor and a beholder of the Ruler of all.
The council of the God-bearing fathers hath assembled in God. O ye people, come venerate them, bearing with you animate sacrifices. For, lo! they summon us to offer glory to the King of all, the only Master.
Thou didst splendidly enrich the godly glory of the martyrs, adorning thyself with pastoral beauty and dyeing thy vesture in the blood of thy sacred suffering, O divinely blessed one.
The East and the land of Russia brought them forth, and the Mount of the Caves caused them to grow like divinely planted trees. Embracing them, O ye people, make ye haste to venerate them, and let us offer hymnody to the Master.
Making thy thought firm with hopes of that which is better, O most wise one, thou didst utterly paralyze him who is mighty in wickedness, and, a victor most renowned, thou didst ascend with haste to the heavens, O Phocas.
Thou art a noetic Garden of Paradise, O holy Mount of the Caves, who hast produced many spiritual trees, the blessed fathers whom no one is able to honor fittingly. For all of them together we offer praise and hymnody to the one Master.
The great Anthony, the right fruitful tree, the olive branch brought to the Mount of the Caves from Athos, whose fruits make glad our souls, offereth hymnody to Thee, O Christ, the Master of all.
Full of faith and piety, the gilder of the church founded by God, and Nicon who adorned it with icons, shone forth as great luminaries. And, honoring them, we offer hymnody to Thee, O Christ, the Master of all.
Glory…: Rendering glory to Thee, O all-holy Trinity, we bring before thee as our advocate the wondrous Barlaam, Who spurned the glory of his noble birth, who said: “For Thy sake I consider my glory in this world to be but dust, that in the next I may find glory with Thee, the Master of all.”
Now & ever…: O thou who by thy birthgiving hast led the human race back to its primal nobility, lead me, who have been brought to disgrace by the treachery of the demons, to noetic glory, that I may sing to thee continually: Rejoice, O pure Mother of God, thou glory of the Orthodox!
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.