Irmos, Tone 4: Beholding Thee lifted up upon the Cross, /
O Sun of righteousness, /
the Church stood rooted in place, crying out as is meet: //
Glory to Thy power, O Lord!
O merciful Lord, hearken to the supplication of Thy servants, who pray unto Thee.
Like myrrh of incorruption which hath poured forth through Thy grace and cleansed the world, O Savior, as God take pity and have mercy upon those who anoint the sores of their body with faith.
O merciful Lord, hearken to the supplication of Thy servants, who pray unto Thee.
Having now signed the senses of Thy servants with the serenity of the seal of Thy mercy, O Master, make entry to all inaccessible to the adverse powers.
Glory to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit.
O Thou Who lovest mankind and Who commandest the ailing to summon Thy divine sacred ministers, that they may be saved by their prayer and the anointing of Thine oil: By Thy mercy save those who suffer.
Both now and ever, and unto the unto the ages of ages. Amen.
O all-holy Ever-virgin Theotokos, mighty protection and preserver, refuge and rampart, stairway and fortification: Have mercy and pity on those who are sick, for they have fled to thee alone.
Translated by Jordanville / saintjonah.org. Edition trebnik.en.saintjonah.