Irmos: Immerse the chariot of Pharaoh, the sometimes miraculous rod of Moses, striking in the shape of a cross and dividing the sea, and the fugitive Israel of Israel, saving the pedestrian, singing the song of God.
Chorus: Most Holy Theotokos, save us.
Receive praise from profane lips, O All-blameless One, just as before Your Son, my God and Lord, will accept the widow’s two mites, and grant the remission of my sins, as I owe due honor. Cha.
Most Holy Theotokos, save us.
Angelic singing is befitting of You, the Mother of God, for it is strange that you gave birth to the Creator. But also from us, O Lady, accept these humble prayers, so that we may sing to the Lord: gloriously glorified in our weakness.
Glory: Thickening the waters, thickening the waves in the middle of the sea, bearing Your icon, Mother of God. Confirm my moving heart on the stone of the commandments of Christ.
And now: You were the Helper and Patroness, O Virgin, of the monastery of Iveron, who plunged the warriors of Amira from their ships into the sea, but drowned in the abyss of the mercy of Your Son all my spiritual passions and my countless sins.