Ode 1. Tone 4. The Irmos.

Lord, born of a Virgin, drown I pray in the deep of dispassion the three parts of my soul; that by the mortification of the body, as on a timbrel, I may sing to you a song of victory.

Rejoice, O heaven, and earth be glad, the all-holy Cross comes forth, hallowing us by grace, as we greet it as source of hallowing and cause of deification for all.

All-holy Cross give us who faithfully worship you the power devoutly to tread the path to heaven, that having avoided the pits of our foes we may become sharers in divine glory.

Through you, all honoured Cross we have become friends of the Creator, with heart and soul we ever embrace you, as we see you set forth, and we are enlightened in mind as we glorify the Word, cause of all things.

City of God, bright, honoured treasure of the king of all which held God, all spotless Mother of God, guard the inheritance which ever praises you and faithfully honours your offspring.