Ode 9. It is impossible for humans.

Exapostilarion. The heaven with stars.

Wounded with love of the Almighty, you passed your whole life grieving, crying out with amazement, venerable Father, ‘Loose the waves of your grace, my Saviour, preserving it richly for me in the life to come’.

Theotokion. Same melody.

Sweet is your word, fertile of compunction, full of enlightenment for those who have recourse to you, god-bearing, admirable Ephrem; while your life was blameless, adorned and shining with every godly-radiant virtue.

You were declared to be a temple of the Spirit, and a river filled with waters flowing with life, and unshakeable foundation of the Church, rampart of Monastics, ever-flowing stream of godly compunction, Ephrem, worthy of wonder.

No human mind can comprehend the mystery understanding of your giving birth, O Virgin; for God, when he dwelt in your womb, break the bars of your virginity, as he the Incomprehensible alone knows how.

It is impossible for humans to see God, on whom the ranks of Angels dare not gaze. But through you, O All-pure, the incarnate Word has been seen by mortals. As we magnify him, with the heavenly armies we call you blessed.

You are like a river, surging with streams that flow with gold, and rousing the peoples to the path of repentance. Implore Christ, Father Ephrem, that the world may be saved.

Hope of those without help, refuge of Christians, all-praised Mother of God, joy of the afflicted, deliver from every affliction your unworthy servants.