Soaring with love for Him Who holds thee in His hands,/ thou wast shown to be a Godbearer, O Ignatius./ Thou didst finish thy course in the West/ and pitch thy dwelling in the unwaning day of the heavens./ O righteous Father, entreat Christ our God to grant us His great mercy.
Like a treasure of rich and abundant gifts/ thy relics were carried piously from Rome to thy flock./ Whilst lovingly celebrating their return/ we receive the grace of healing of our souls and bodies: /and we ever sing of thy martyr's contest, O glorious Hieromartyr Ignatius.
Truly thou art surnamed 'The Wise', O righteous Gildas,/ for in thy monastic solitude thou didst use thy God-given gift of words for His greater glory./ Teach us to despise nothing, that all our talents, however small,/ may be employed in God's service, for the salvation of our souls.
Thou didst rise in the East today,/ and having enlightened all creation with thy teachings/ thou wast adorned with martyrdom, O Godbearing and divine Ignatius.
As one learned in the art of writing,/ O wise Gildas,/ thou didst not hide thy talent,/ but brought it forth to glorify thy Creator./ Singing praise to thee, we pray for grace to follow thee/ in offering everything to God for His glory alone.