Ode 8.

‘In the furnace, as in a smelter, the Young Men of Israel shone with the beauty of godliness brighter than gold, as they said: All you works of the Lord, bless the Lord, praise and highly exalt him to all the ages’.

Deadened to the delight of the world, amputating the disease of love of money, you have been named, wise Saints, Unmercenaries for all who cry: All you works of the Lord, praise the Lord, and highly exalt him to all the ages.

You have clearly become sharers in eternal life; for you abandoned the pleasures of this corruptible life as cried with one voice: All you works of the Lord, bless the Lord, praise and highly exalt him to all the ages.

Deliver us all, O Master Christ, from dread infirmities, at the prayers of the Unmercenaries, and grant that with one voice we may ever cry to you: All you works of the Lord, bless the Lord, praise and highly exalt him to all the ages.

All we believers are filled with gladness, and strengthened by grace, ransomed by your Offspring, Virgin Mother, we cry: All you works of the Lord, bless the Lord, praise and highly exalt him to all the ages.

‘Stretching out his hands Daniel closed the jaws of the lions in the den; while the Children, lovers of true religion, girded with virtue, quenched the power of the fire as they cried: Bless the Lord, all you works of the Lord’.