Martyrs of Christ, who sufferings bore, who in the strifes were steadfast prov’d, ye are adorn’d with victory’s crown, crying, O Christ, to ages thee we set on high.
The faithful ones who life depart in sacred wise, and unto thee, O Master, go, gently, as loving-kind, receive, that they may rest, and thee to ages set on high.
Glory.
Now in the land of gentle ones, Saviour, be pleas’d to stablish all who fallen have on sleep afore, and who in thee, by faith and grace, are justified, and thee to ages set on high.
Both now. Theotokion.
All-blessed one, we thee all bless, who didst bring forth the Word who is blessed indeed, who for our sake incarnate was, and whom on high to ages we set up.
Ode ix. Irmos.
Mortals may not see God....
Hope made the choirs of martyrs strong, and flam’d them ardently towards thy love, prefiguring unto those to come a rest in verity undisturb’d; and unto this, O Blessed One, may thy departed faithful one be counted worthy to attain.
Of thine illumination, Christ, which bright and godlike is, be pleas’d that he, departed hence in faith, may share, to him, as being merciful, in Abraham’s bosom giving rest, and granting him eternal blessedness.