Irmos: Thy hymnologists, Mother of God, living and unenvious source, the face of the whole body, spiritually establish, in Thy Divine glory, the crowns of glory of the Lord.
Most Holy Lady Theotokos, hear the prayer of Your servants praying to You.
The time has come for all the fathers to gather in the church of Protastem, to perform all-night praise, then the Archangel will sing Your Divine song, Pure.
Most Holy Lady Theotokos, hear the prayer of Your servants praying to You.
The elder, one of the novice monks, came with others, and to this only one remaining, Gabriel the Archangel appeared in a similar form, beginning Your song.
Glory: The addition to Thy song, as the foreshadowing, Pure One, even before Cosmas, Thy Divine servant, sang the verb, as it is the custom for them to begin the song Yours.
And now: Oh, Your terrible miracles, Divine Archangel Gabriel! How, in a monastic manner, did you sing a song to the Mother of God today and, as befitting, did you magnify it?
Save Thy servants from troubles, Mother of God, for we all, according to God, resort to Thee, as for the unbreakable wall and intercession (bow).
Lord, have mercy (three times). Glory, even now.