Irmos: You are my fortress, Lord, You are my strength, You are my God, You are my joy, do not leave the bosom of the Father and visit our poverty. To those, with the prophet Habakkuk, I call Ti: Glory to Your power, O Lover of mankind.
Most Holy Theotokos, save us.
The heavens are covered with Thy virtue, O Mother of God, and the earth is filled with Thy praise, but place the love of Thy mighty fortress on me, the desperate one.
Most Holy Theotokos, save us.
Preparing the procession, more wonderful than Your icon, the abyss gave its voice, the sun rose up, and its radiance was like light, but You went out to save people, to save Your inheritance you came.
Glory: Having heard the rumor of Your coming, the foreigners were afraid; Having understood Your deeds, being horrified, but sometimes my soul is confused, remember Your mercy, Lady, and cry: glory to Your intercession, Mother of God.
And now: You are my strength and strength, Mother of God, I will rest in You on the day of my tribulation, and from the land of my coming I will ascend with You to the Heavenly inheritance, and I will rejoice in the Lord and God, the Savior mine.