Ode 4. Irmos.
Anastasis liturgical translations — translated by Ephrem Lash
Katavasia, the Irmos of the 1st Canon.
The One seated in glory on the throne of the Godhead, Jesus, the One above all godhead, has come on a light cloud and with his unsullied palm has saved those who cry: Glory, O Christ, to your power! **Twice.**
Invisibly unfolding your shining Protection, each day you protect, encompass, cherish and save from every affliction those who cry to you: Glory, O Virgin, to your glory!
The revelation of your great goodness, O Maiden, and your distribution of the gifts which your ever show to our race, amaze mind and thought. And so, Sovereign Lady, we sing the praise of your grace.
Being present invisibly you clearly revealed to your servants your all-holy Protection in Byzantium of old, O Bride of God. Through it you ever protect us, for you love goodness.
Having you, O Maiden, as defence in dangers, respite in slavery, guide and assistance in all the circumstances of our life, we take refuge under your shining Protection.
Second Canon. You are my strength.
By the overshadowing of your Protecting Veil, Mother of God, you dispel from our hearts the night of passions, for you are loving, and you make the day of joy and the brightness of gladness shine out; and you make radiant those who cry out to you: Hail, the world’s Protection filled with light.
From you God appeared to the world as man, born from your blood, and revealed you as the mighty Protection of the world, O Virgin, and help in afflictions; for you always shelter and rescue from dangers those who with love have recourse to your Protection.
As you bore in your womb the King of the universe, you appeared as queen of all things, escorted by godlike Saints, and spiritually you revealed to us the manifestations of your holy Protection by your most godly appearing, O All-immaculate.
Your wondrous and dazzling Protection, through which, O All-praised, you protect and save every soul of the devout, we who are saved through it from dread trials praise and faithfully cry out to you: Hail, Maiden, help of mortals!
First Canon.
Translated by Ephrem Lash. Edition lash.en.anastasis.