Image of Yoḥannǝs

Salutation to your conception, good and new, and to your birth, again, from the womb of the blessed mother. First of bishops, Yoḥannǝs, perfect in good works. How shall I recount your praise with my feeble tongue? For your servant, my Lord, help me today. Salutation to the invocation of your name, which was called first among the learned, and again among the bishops. Sweet-tongued Yoḥannǝs, who distributes peace. I take refuge in your authority, that I may not find an end. A wandering mind, you have helped in vain, for it is weak. Salutation to your baptisms, with the water of anointment, which were poured out. For Ethiopia, from you until the end of the age passes. Pure by nature, Yoḥannǝs, a dove for the Church. When, through your prayer, I obtained the grace of the Spirit. For the King of Kings, the power of the Trinity, I offered up. Salutation to your feet, with your sandals, which trod within the great temple at the time of prayer and liturgy. Flower of unity, Yoḥannǝs, the glory of the land of Tǝgray. By the Holy Spirit, he consecrated with his own hands. For the one who bore you in her womb.

Salutation I say to the treading of your foot in chanting, to the blessed one, God, your father, whom they set in place. The stone of episcopacy, Yoḥannǝs, for the light of the sun which is rolled about. Your prayer and your petition and the tablet of salvation he made. King of kings, he vanquished and uprooted the enemy. Salutation to your form, whose appearance is pleasing, which God loved in the abundance of strong flesh. The staff of the house of priesthood, Yoḥannǝs, and of the house of kingship the cedar. May your holiness anoint me with the anointing of sweet blessing, so that my tongue may be praised in both. Salutation to your form, which is the likeness of the form of Christ, while his hand is reckoned, for he himself created it. The helper of the needy, Yoḥannǝs, the hope of the servant of the Trinity. Make me hear your word, which gladdens his story. My heart, my hearing, my flesh which stood before him. I have offered streams of salutation to your form with my feeble tongue. Not with understanding without boldness. Accept from me, my master Yoḥannǝs, the son of powers, as a certain woman accepted and received a sprig. The Lord God, your father, is for mercy.