Ode 8. Χεῖρας ἐκπετάσας.

You offered yourself, unconquerable Martyr, as a complete and acceptable victim, and became a whole burnt-offering of sweet savour to your Master who was crucified for us, as you cried out with joy: All you works of the Lord, bless the Lord!

As a godly warrior you routed the regiments of the foe like a professional and so fittingly received the unfading crown of victory from the life-bearing right-hand, beside which you now stand and sing: All you works, bless the Lord!

In your unquenchable love for Christ you mingled your blood with his, cut down by scourgings and slain in divers ways; with him now, as his imitator, you now reign as you cry aloud: All you works of the Lord, bless the Lord!

By bearing Christ, the only immaculate, you clearly washed away the filth of our nature, all-blameless Mother of God; and you have become higher than the Cherubim and Seraphim, who cry aloud: All you works, bless the Lord!

Daniel, stretching out his hands, stopped up the jaws of lions in the den; while the Youths, lovers of true religion, armed with virtue, quenched the power of fire as they cried, All you works of the Lord, bless the Lord!’